It had been a long day indeedd. Night was nearing as the sun was gently making its way below the horizon. The sound of crickets could be heard as the heated summer air would be filled with a cool breeze and the smell of multiple flowers. The Germa Double Six Operative had been given a mission, but not one that would be too difficult for the young operative as he didn't really have any special abilities or talents that will rise him through the ranks of the agency. The agent had been reassigned to Yotsuba. A island that was nearly full of marines, but he could care less seeing as a name for himself had not been given to the world.

Dressed in the black suit, his red eyes seem to be even more bloody with the rays of the setting sun shining on them. His name was Drake. A man who had been an operative of the Germa 66 since age 16, so only two years. Which really wasn't that long in the world of pirates, marines, and wars. He was neither. He was aligned with no faction. The Army of the Underworld was not a faction. It is your life. The clicking of his shoes hitting the hard cement would seem to get eyes peering in his direction, but he didn't care. He had a single mission. To gain intel on the Marines and that meant locating one of the officials on the island of Yotsuba. And at this moment, he coudl care less who it was.

The situation would be even more shadier as no one but the Operative was walking on the streets of Yotsuba. The windy air would slowly turn to that of low moisture as mist would appear on the island. They were at the middle of sea, so mysterious weather was rather frequent on many islands in the world. Mist wasn't mysterious though. It was quite frequent when the heated summer air mixes with wind. This would only give the island a more eerie appearance as the Operative made bezt of the situation. Walking, lights would begin to appear as he was walking in a shopping district area. The buildings were those of stone and wood assembly with very large windows.

The operative was a man of disguise and felt that he must blend in with the environment if he was to continue his mission. In a bar like setting he would catch eye of a woman leaning against the window seal. Normally he would just keep walking, but the woman was of importance. A woman who was well recognized in the West Blue as her reputation was said to be above all. His hands woudl shift from his pocket and to in front of his stomach as he would pull his gloves more up his wrist. It was best if he didn't touch the filth of a door. He didn't want to contract a disease on this island. Opening the door would notify everyone of his arrival due to it being opening with a lot of whining. If the woman would look at him he would say "So tell me. Are you the infamous Marine that I have been looking for?" His question wasn't really a lie as he was indeed looking for a marine with elitw status.

Eyeing the woman dressed in black. The operative would wonder what to say next. His quick thinking allowing him to not seem weird in this situation as he would come to form a slight smile directed at the woman. Walking towards the woman. He would trail his fingers along the wooden table. Thw rubbing of the linen fabric would make a smooth sound as he would come to take a seat in front of the woman. "I am a man of great knowledge and for that I have been thinking about joining the Marines and giving myself to the World Government, but I've been quite confused with the process itself. What are the benefits of being a marine? In the Four Blues names of mythical power are spoken of. Generally in the newspapers, something that rarely finds it way to the Four Blues." said the Operative.

A man who was quite a secret. His name having not even been revealed to the world. If the woman was to run a check on him now, he was sure that she would find absolutely nothing. You see Drake was a man of great scheme. A thief who always knew how to get the job done. The glint from the lantern would reflect off of his pearl white linen gloves as he stared into the eyes of the marine. Most would deem him intriguing due to the way that he dressed and his own approach to the world, but he didn't care much. He was always planning his next move.