A/N: This story is based solely off of the anime, so please bear with me on this one. Also, a fair warning that there is an OC lurking in this particular fic. I hope you all enjoy.

Entry no. 173

1931 January ?

11:30 am?

Location: Home

Calender still missing. Not sure if watch is accurate. Saw that small group of men again today. Mention of "taking care" of something at 7 tonight. Sounds like no good. Not sure where or what. Also saw some mafia men pass by today. Must be the Gandors. Been around a lot lately.

Note: Must get new pen soon. Must drop by Daily Days to see if info of any use.

The small journal then closed and was tucked away in the young woman's pant pocket. Her name was Joanna Jones, and she was commonly referred as being a wannabe information broker. In truth, she found it more as a hobby than a career choice. For in living in a fire escape in a well traveled alleyway, she had seen and heard many things that were probably not meant to be recorded and sold to the Daily Days.

It was funny, really. Everyone hated information brokers for the things they knew, and loved them when they shared such information.

Just as Joanna was about to get up from the cold metal steps of the fire escape, she heard some sort of activity down below her. Almost reflexively, she got out her journal once more and was ready to write.

"I don't know who those guys think they are, but they won't get away with it." A male voice spoke from down bellow.

"That's for damn sure," Spoke another, "When I get my hands on them..."

Upon looking down, she could clearly see it was the Gandor brothers along with a few of their men. They had stopped right bellow her fire escape. This had to be her lucky day.

"Just calm down Berga. You've got to catch one of 'em first before you can do any of that." If she remembered correctly, this one had to be Luck.

"Now, you said they shot up one of the-"

All talking stopped as the mafia men looked down at a pen and journal dropped on the ground. Then they all looked up to see the woman with her hands covered over her mouth in horror. Her reaction to being discovered was probably to exaggerated, but her perception on the future was skewed, making such a reaction reasonable. After all, no average person would want to be involved in the mafia, and she didn't want to have anything to do with them.

Such an expression was a red flag to Luck that something was up with this girl, and so he quietly picked up the journal and pen and skimmed over one of the pages for a moment.

Entry no. 168

1931 January 7?

8:46 pm

Location: Home

Casino across the street just robbed. Looks like same men from earlier (see entry no. 163). Place shot up. People dead and injured. Had to sneak into neighbor's apartment to call police. Should be here soon. Some money stashed behind loose brick. Will get later.

Note: Calender missing. Never really recorded dates anyway. Still good to know when telling Daily Days, though. Ask if they sell calenders.

"H-hey! Give that back!" Joanna reached down from the lowest level of the fire escape, and was just a foot or so short of at least being able to touch the man bellow. She figured that she was already in a world of trouble, and that most anything she could do couldn't change that.

"I don't think so, dollface." Luck said, taking a step back from the grabby hand. "You're with the Daily Days, am I right?"

Joanna huffed with frustration, and momentarily ceased her useless struggling. "Hardly. It's none of your business anyway."

"It is my business, actually. It says here in this book of yours that you've seen one of my casinos get robbed. Your entries are pretty vague, perhaps you'd like to tell me what you know?" He asked. His brothers and subordinates looked on, almost seeming as though they were on the ready in case the girl tried something.

"I won't tell you anything until you give me back my book, and the pen too!" It was hard for her to be demanding with that look of terror still in her eyes. She was in fact rather shocked that she could generate such courage in a situation like this. The flight response seemed the most likely for her to take in a situation such as this.

Luck managed a small smile. This girl probably didn't know who she was dealing with, or at least who was in charge of the situation here. None the less, giving up the journal and pen would be relatively harmless. He now knew the girl's face and that she was connected with the Daily Days. If he ever had to find her, he at least had an idea of where to look first.

He brought up the journal and pen to hand to her, but once within reach, she had snatched them up and was on her way up the steps.

"Hey, get back here!" Berga called out. He reached up and pulled down the latter, and so beginning the chase.

The more agile Luck went up first, followed by Keith, a few others, and then Berga in the rear. The metal creaked and groaned as rushed steps made their way up to the top floor. The path way was more or less clear, but along the balcony like ends were things like tables and trunks to slow them down some. It was like someone was actually living here. Before long, they were all up on the roof, but the girl was gone and without a trace.

Entry no.174

1931 January?

10:56 am?

Location: 8th and Finch Street

Got chased by Gandors. Dropped book and pen while they were talking. Got book and pen back. Can't go home. They know. Can't go to Daily Days. They know. Should be on the down low. Watch back and pray for best.

Note: Prevent sweaty palms to prevent this mistake. Get handkerchief soon. Fix watch. Get calender.

A/N: First Fic I ever published. I hope you all enjoyed it, and please review. I'd like to become better at writing these things. Also, I may or may not continue this story.