L LAWRIET: died November 5, 2007. Heart Attack. While working on a special task force to catch a homicide killer, he collapsed with a heart attack. This was not due to normal causes. The homicide killer mentioned before is the likely cause of death. This killer, called "kira," was notorious for murdering people with just knowing their name and face. Ergo, 'Kira' was the murderer of L. 6 years later, the real 'Kira' was caught and it was revealed that L's close friend, Light Yagami was the real 'Kira.'

L was an incredible genius that died before his time. If he had not been murdered, the future could possibly be altered to change in our favor.

The mission operative is to stop the murder of L as effectively as possible, even if this means eliminating Light. Your transportation will be ready at 4:00pm at HQ on April 1. Your alias and means of befriending L is entirely up to you.

God Speed.

Agent Wellington

Tara Smalls

It is the year 2021. My name is Tara Wellington and I work for Interpol in a special unit that can 'fix' any historic malfunctions. Some of them you never hear of, like a certain man named Martin Sharpe; he nearly completed an entire chart of the weakest parts of a human's body. That is, until he was killed by a drunk in a dark alley on the way home. However, with regards to the historical division of Interpol, we 'went back' and saved his life. Today's medicine would not be as advanced if we had not done this. A better-known example would probably be the supposed Kennedy Assassination, you may thank us later.

Alright then, its time to get up. My new mission starts today and I had better head over to the HQ. It always takes forever to get everything situated and prep for the travel. As I walk through the streets towards the bus, I can't help but think of the case, I hope this case ends soon, I would prefer the fruit in my fridge to still be edible when I return. But never mind that, I wonder what this L is like? With a name like that, he can't be completely normal. Of course, no 'geniuses' ever are, he'll probably be annoying as hell.

When I finally got to the Head Quarters, I was prepared for everything, except the frigid chill of being a few miles below sea level. You'd think that being in a secret organization; they could invest in some radiators. I scanned my I.D., and walked into the 'Prep Room' where immediately, I was seated in a large, dentist-like chair.

"Now Agent Wellington, before we settle you in for travel, would you prefer to change your appearance? Maybe your hair color or eyes?" Asked the intercom.

"No, everything is fine," I answered. My hair and eyes were perfect for an agent like me. My hair was just barely touching my shoulders and was the ideal mixture of blonde and brown, the type of shade that doesn't stick out too much. My eyes contrasted my hair in that they were green, and supposedly, when hitting the light, turned a tad blue. I thought for a moment, "However, there is one thing, could you fetch some clothes that better suited for the time period?"

"Yes, that shouldn't be a problem" the metallic box replied.

After being fitted into strange, yet comfortable clothes, I headed into the Conference room. Only 2 hours to go… I thought.

"Agent Wellington, assuming you have read the report, you understand that you may be involved with some supernatural forces in order to save the target. Having that in mind, it is of the utmost importance that you and the target return alive. Now, the date in which we will be placing is a few weeks after one of the task force agents, Aizawa, was forced to leave. Use this fact to your advantage. The center of operations is a large building that was built to supplement their investigation. In the event that you can not locate this building, we have placed it address in your pants pocket." The Director finished with an abrupt sigh and a 'good luck.' I am ready for this; it will be no different from any of my other cases. Let's go.

I was sitting affixed in a slightly uncomfortable chair would seem trivial compared to squatting in a small crate for about 5 hours, but I was impatient. It was about time they transported me, and they were JUST getting to the countdown. I thought about the year 2007, at that time I was 10 years old. I remember only the important parts of that year, like being in 5th grade and all the super embarrassing stuff I did. Finally, the Intercom got down to the last 5 seconds.

"…5...

…4…

…3…

…2…

(Here we go)

…1…"

A dazzling flash of light came from all walls and everything roared in unison. The ground shook noticeably, and with this, I knew that everything was running smoothly. It would only be a few more moments of these earthquake-like conditions and I would be in the year 2007. It's funny, but the idea of years passing by in just a couple of seconds is almost poetic.

Finally, the light and the rumblings subsided and scenery started to appear. In a few passing seconds, the blur all around me began to focus. The setting appeared to be a back alley, presumably in Japan, and I could hear voices of a large crowd. I walked out, and the daylight engulfed me to a point where I had to shield my eyes. I studied my surroundings and noted the seemingly endless sea of people all around me. After taking in the large crowds, I scanned the buildings around me for the Task Forces Headquarters. Since nothing particularly stuck out, I checked my watch.