He stood on top of Mount Fuji, as every single equipment around him started to hum noisily, pumping power to the bat in his hand.
A blood-red spot in the sky grows steadily larger every second, as if responding to the equipments' constant noise.
It was a meteor, a falling asteroid.
No one thought it'd move this way in a split second a 168 hours ago, and it seemed that every single law of physics were broken when calculating all the probability of it happening.
Not that Naota care about it right now.
"You are Ikebukuro's The One Batter! You can pull it off!"
"Even if the odds are 0.0000000000000000675%, it's still possible!"
"I want to adopt a green-haired kid from a foreign country and live happily ever after if we manage to get through this one!"
"I want to eat at Simon's after this is over. It's been a long time since my last fatty tuna sushi."
"Ugh, I hate fatty tuna."
"I will marry that ganguro girl after this! Just do exactly as I told you with that special bat I designed!"
"W-Wha!? I'll kill you!"
"...you guys are noisy."
He clenches his teeth.
"According to the data interpreted and processed by the world's largest distributed computing system, DOLLARS, the asteroid will hit at exactly 4 minutes, 15 seconds, 62 miliseconds and 12 microseconds after 11:01 PM."
The wind starts to pick up....
[[121 HOURS BEFORE IMPACT]]
Izaya never thought that Celty's head would wake up so suddenly, screaming, breaking the tranquility of his office and shocking Celty in her sleep.
"Oh, my head- Wait, I don't even have one right now."
Celty gets up.
"....I felt a disturbance in the force."
Shinra woke up silently.
"What force was it, Celty-chu? Is it my awesome pen-OOF!"
A random Shinra flies across the room involuntarily.
"I'm not in the mood today. And how did you hear what I was 'speaking' about previously?"
"Oh. Figures, d'oh."
"Wait, who taught you telepathy!?"
Scared Celty in corner, Mio-style.
She forgot all about the sudden psychic disturbance a few seconds later.
But Izaya didn't.
[[119 HOURS BEFORE IMPACT]]
Mikado got a message.
"Go to the Russian Sushi shop at 10:00. ~Kanra"
Mild shock. Looks around.
"Thanks for waiting."
Strangely ashen voice.
"So, why with the sudden message?"
Simon arrives at counter.
"Hi, Izaya! Mikado too! Welcome! Eat some sushi!"
[russian]"Thanks, that would be nice, Shark."
Simon's turn to be shocked today.
[russian]"W-Who is Shark?"
Izaya smiles more.
Simon steps back.
[russian]"W-What code? What are you talking about!?"
Izaya's smile turns creepy.
Izaya turns and faces Mikado.
"It's about the Dollars. We need to talk in private. Follow me."
Mikado nods and follows Izaya out.
Simon stares at the door as they both disappeared from his sight.
The counter receives the brunt of his anger.
And all is forgotten a few seconds after that, as a random customer comes in and places his order.
[[108 HOURS BEFORE IMPACT]]
The sushi shop's closing early today, because the manager is going back home for a few days.
Simon stands in front of his apartment room.
There's a piece of paper under the door.
He took a glance at the print inside, and notices the name 'Izaya'.
[flashback echo]"Shark." "Code Glasgow."
He unlocks the door, goes inside and locks it back.
Simon sits at his computer and reads the printout.
From Izaya, with love!
IP : 184.108.40.206:65003
ISP : NetHost
City : Ikebukuro
Region : Tokyo
Country : Japan
DNS hostname resolve : projectglasgow.gov.ru
Org. : Unknown
Connection : T3
Assignment : Static
Proxy : anon/220.127.116.11/bounce;SSL;enc.;CoDeanriv./18.104.22.168/bounce;CoDean;SSL;enc.;secret/22.214.171.124/
Password : lakeowlstatue
[russian]"W-What is this!?"
Paper crumpled up in his hand.
[russian]"Damn, Izaya. How did he manage to sniff up info as detailed as this!? I'm the only one who knew about the system! Even SHE doesn't know about it!"
Simon puts away the paper and starts his computer.
The monitor turns on, and half a minute later, on the screen...
"CODE : PROJECT GLASGOW."
World largest botnet network.
│└SSL type 3.....updated-TLS_MOD_3268
│└Type order : AES-1024/Swordfish/Diffie-Hellman
│├Random proxy? [YES]
│└[Random proxy list selected]
└IRC server chain.....ok!
├Private IRC channel connected.
└20 server connected/26 server available.
Node connected : 309881
WARNING : Node #39971 hacked! Trace data uploaded to main server.
WARNING : Node #36110 hacked! Trace data uploaded to main server.
WARNING : Node #205 hacked! Trace data uploaded to main server.
WARNING : Node #189669 hacked! Trace data uploaded to main server.
WARNING : Node #91331 hacked! Trace data uploaded to main server.
WARNING : Node #31 hacked! Trace data uploaded to main server.
"Hacked? I see, so that's how you did it, Izaya? Interesting. VERY interesting. And thanks to my tracing program, I can find your workstation in the Internet now. "
"Time to contact my comrades...."
It's now Simon's turns to smile....
[[118 HOURS BEFORE IMPACT]]
Mikado sips his coffee while Izaya sits at his computer, sifting through tons of data as usual.
Mikado puts the cup back on the platter.
"Mmmm, tastes good. I wonder who made this."
"Oh? Namie-san made it. Namie, come here a bit!"
"Namie? Sounds familiar."
Namie enters the room.
Namie meets Mikado, eye to eye.
[both]"YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
Namie and Mikado both glares at a perpetually smiling Izaya.
[both]"IZAYA, EXPLAIN THIS!"
Izaya tries to keep his cool, but failed and broke out laughing.
"Bwahahahahaha!!!!!! That was funny! WAY more comical than what I expected! Hahahaha!!! Haha. Ha."
"....okay, that's enough. Back to business. Mikado."
Izaya points at the screen.
"You see that?"
"That's a world map with numerous red dots and blue areas all over."
Mikado looks closer.
"And it's in every country of the world."
"Yes, it is. But do you know what it represents?"
Mikado shakes his head.
Izaya smiles more.
"Which one is Dollars?"
"Every red dot and blue area in the map."
The sudden info took quite a while to sunk in.
Izaya nods again.
"Yes. All over the world."
"H-How is that even possible!?"
Izaya shows a graphical timeline on the screen.
"Apparently, a Dollars metagroup popped up simultaneously in America and Malaysia on April 17th, a day after the Dollars meeting incident. And then it spreads around the world in the past 6 months, setting up headquarters in countries and increasing member count by the thousands each day."
"...And why are you telling me all this?"
Izaya opens a drawer and rummages through some files.
"Because of..... this."
Izaya picks a file, and puts it on the table.
It's a black file, emblazoned with the Dollars emblem at both sides.
"They managed to contact me somehow, and they wanted to join forces with the Ikebukuro Dollars. They also wanted the Dollars leader here to lead them. Naturally, it's you, Ryuugamine Mikado."
Izaya gets up from his chair and walks to the window.
"Apparently, to them, the Dollars in Ikebukuro are the elites, since we are the original Dollars group and the first one ever established."
Izaya turns and looks at Mikado.
"So, what do you think?"
Mikado takes a step back.
"Uhhh, I think I'll have to think over it first."
Izaya walks back to his desk and sits back in his chair.
"They want an answer before 7 PM, today. You better think fast, your time's running out."
Mikado looks at his watch.
"Okay. I guess I'm going home now."
Mikado walks out the door, undecided.
Izaya stares at the door as it closes behind Mikado, and whispers to himself.
"You have to accept it, Mikado, or humanity's doomed."
Mikado heard something from Izaya.
Mikado turns around, and catches the sight of Izaya.
A sad Izaya.
And the door closes.