Amarao listened as the man behind the counter went through his explanations, discounting recent sightings of a particular monkey-faced thief as this and that.

He knew he was lying.

Though the investigator's reactions were well hidden by his glasses, simple ticks of false eyebrows the only sign of reaction, and even those just seemed to distract the man occasionally to the inevitable muttering of eyebrows and completely side-track him from his sentences.

He had bright shock-rock hair that was so appealing to all these bands that the girls liked, and tinted lips. Loose, flowy clothes mixed with leather, likely someone Lupin would make fun of, but the collection of guitars along the wall insinuated that the man would be worth bothering with. Not that Lupin especially needed money, but he needed a guitar less.

A guitar that belonged to an alien psychopath.

Amarao stepped away from the man and walked over to Zenigata, gently tugging his arm to lead him out of the music shop. "Can I talk with you for a moment?"

The mission was simple. Goro Amarao was to assist in Interpol's apprehension of Lupin III and retrieve the guitar of one Haruko Haruhara a.k.a. Raharu before she managed to.

Simple. Amarao didn't believe that such a word existed.

He stuck his hands in the pockets of his clunky green coat, helmet under his arm as he strolled through the busy Interpol office as he headed for that little unfortunate office stashed away in the back. He ignored the occasional stares from some of the random officers because, well, when one regularly wore seaweed eyebrows they became rather accustomed to the tendency of people to do that. Instead, behind odd colored glasses lenses his eyes were focused and determined.

Only the Director was to know. The Chief. Everyone else. They had to stay in the dark. That meant he was the only additional resource that could be given to one Koichi Zenigata, the man hunting for Arsene Lupin III.

To be polite, he knocked on the door first, rather than simply walked into the office. Zenigata was purported to be a lone wolf. An independent spirit. He wouldn't take too well to having a partner. That was fine. Not a lot of people were fond of the red-head. His hard-broiled personality, even for his young age, was on the particularly grating side.

But here he was, Inspector Amarao (for the time being), presenting himself to a man that would inevitably dislike him... he was pretty sure, anyway.