I sat on the floor of my hotel room in Tokyo. I had come here on the bad feeling I had in my gut, just before Interpol brought a case to me. Coming here usually calmed my mind but this time was different. Something made the feeling worse, almost as if I was walking into a trap. I grabbed the communicator that Mio and I used to talk while we weren't near each other.

"Mio," I said slowly, "Could you come over to the hotel?" 

Waiting for a response, I spun around to the TV and flicked on the news.