The large building towered over him, but he did not let that phase him. It wasn't his first day on the job, and he knew certainly it wouldn't be his last, and so he made the best of the situation he could. G dressed well as a man his age should, and carried a pure black suite case next to him at all times. Another man that followed him who was extremely thin and slightly awkward looking, but G clearly trusted him. When the finally walked through the doors a guard greeted them, and G responded by showing his I.D, and alerting the guard with the little Japaneses that he knew, "This man is with me," and started to walk away feeling confident he knew where he was going.

He finally arrived at small conference room marked "4D" and walked in, only to notice that half of the other detectives that arrived before him where strangely young, and most likely not a day over 21, and some where even dressed poorly as well. Out of complete shock he quickly turned around and grabbed a police officer walking by, [i]"Is this some kind of joke? These kids can't be detectives."[/i]

Not realizing G was yelling at the man in Italian, the scrawnier man standing next to him decided it was best to translate almost word for word in a slightly kinder tone. The police officer was extremely panicked, and answered G's question, and his translator replied to him [i]"He says that they all carry the proper I.D, so they are who they say they are."[/i] G's eyes widened and let the police officer go, apologizing. He then cautiously walking into the room and took a seat, the translator respectfully stood behind him, reserving the remaining seats for other detectives. He did not say a word, but instead he let his mind wander at the thought that they felt these kids were qualified. [i]Half these guys probably don't even remember who Kira is, surely they couldn't be qualified to work with me.[/i]