Death Note Task Force Members Novels & Stories

“I have no idea if you know this, but… A detective who uses his deductive powers to corner a suspect, and then does nothing to stop them from committing suicide—” “—is no better than the murderer himself,” Albert completed. “It’s quite funny, now that I realize its meaning.” “Jimmy Kudo probably has a lot more to say if he is a real person and is present here,” I added and finally stepped out of the clubroom. Just as I stepped into the light, my phone rang with a call from an unknown number. “Hibara, speaking.” A voice altered with a changer laughed on the other line. “Hmm… I heard that your team closed another case again, Hibara.”

The battle ended here, as Tyr Summers put it at the beginning. The bounty hunter agency, Yamafuji Sai of Japan was wiped out from the surface of earth today. Ash had someone grab the wretched state Holy Tiger into the car before he drove away with Tyr. Ash had it all arranged for someone to clean up the mess before the battle. Before they came here, Ash had talked about it with Ishida. Zuken Group was responsible for dealing with Yamafuji Sai, while the Toymoto Group was tasked with cleaning after the mess.

So, Tsuki would be investigating on two fronts, where he could find out more if he spoke to the spirit. Being a murder victim, she might as well wish her attackers dead, depending on everything, she would be thirsty for blood and revenge, even here he was in the Morgue, at that hour, the coroner, a short, bald man was making the report for damage, I say drilled holes. Around her listening to the report of the coroner, an old man, white and stocky, with thick glasses, in the midst of having two young and busty assistants. In which he had Lovecraft County police detectives as investigative colleagues, when Noriko Chan and Jack Lee and another detective on the case, Jason Jet, who were involved

“I’m Kayson Yarde, Admiralporium’s special task force agent.” Captain Murphy’s pupils constricted in fear. He stood upright hastily and said in a serious tone, “I’m Captain Philip Murphy, Greenspring Police Department. Sorry for my lack of courtesy, Mr. Yarde. “So you’re the Kayson Yarde that Captain Cloude talked about. I didn’t expect you to be so young.” Every single agent of the Admiralporium’s special task force was recruited for their special abilities. It was his first time meeting a special task force agent of such a young age.

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

"Nadia is supernatural-human hybrid with unprecedented genetics. If these research groups learn of her existence, she becomes target. I'm protecting her by eliminating threats before they find us." The Council approved her proposal. Anya would lead the Counter-Research Task Force—fifteen operatives drawn from various supernatural factions, focused on locating and destroying any attempt to replicate Project Seventh's work. Dimitri would provide intelligence support. Alexei would maintain pack security. Nikolai would coordinate with human intelligence agencies. And Anya would be gone frequently. Missions lasting days or weeks. Absences from Nadia's life that accumulated into something more sig

Layla finished, her voice barely above a whisper. I squeezed her hand reassuringly. “We'll take them down, together.” Rachel handed me a folder. “We've identified key players and locations.” I scanned the documents, my mind racing with strategies. Larry leaned in. “We should assemble a task force, Alex.” I nodded. “Agreed. Get the best people on it.” Layla's eyes sparkled. “I can help with the tech side.” I smiled. “You're already helping.” Just then, my phone buzzed. A secure line. “Alexander King,” I answered.

“All dead? What happened?” The man seated at the head of the dark room finally raised his eyes. His expression darkened visibly. “No idea... We just found them like that. Every single one—shot clean through the head.” “Which team was sent out?” He asked while rhythmically tapping his fingers against the desk. “Team Four.” A heavy silence fell over the room. “You,” he said coldly. “Pass the full details of this exchange to the Sector Chief. Tell him to dig into it thoroughly. If there’s nothing unusual, don’t bother coming back.”

"Maybe I can help with that." They all whirl. A woman stands in the entrance—mid-thirties, dark hair pulled back, wearing a badge that identifies her as Agent Sarah Morrison from the Inter-Pack Task Force. "Agent Morrison," Dante says carefully. "I wasn't aware the Task Force was involved." "We weren't. Until last night, when someone sent us a very detailed file about council corruption in Crimson Hollow." She steps into the cabin, her eyes taking in the scene with professional detachment. "Imagine my surprise when three council members turned up dead before we could question them."

DEATHS ╔═══════════════╗ ♰ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Azazel Martinez (Mask) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Nina Marin (Allura's mother) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Asahi Suzuki † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ