"Sengoku! Tell us, why does this pirate crew not have a bounty yet?" A short stocky red faced man bellowed angrily as his white haired mustache quivered.

A bald man looked down grimly at the information that had been placed before him.

"It is because I did not wish to get any attention to them, if they had a bounty then they would have articles and fame, and so soon after Roger, I did not wish for the world government and the marines to look foolish and unable to prevent the rise of another prodigious pirate.." he articulated calmly as he looked sternly at his five superiors.

"Hmpf, how has that treated you so far?" The blonde haired man asked in disdain as he perused the contents of the report in front of him.

"First he killed a warlord of the sea! Even then, it was no small fry, it was Doflamingo! That man's tricky fighting potential already puts him above most Vice Admirals! Then his crew slew an entire Marine Base, killing a Rear Admiral in the process! That has never happened, even in the first part of the new world, Paradise! Then as if, his anarchist tendencies were not enough, he marched all the way to Ohara to utterly defeat a marine Vice Admiral!

He has made a mockery of your organization more than anyone other than the upstarts from the Emperor's rife!" The white haired man, who looked to be the oldest of them all a.n.a.lyzed as he looked piercingly at the snail.

"We have had Garp follow him since information of his exploits first began… But the trail went cold somewhere near the North pole… After that the first bit of information we have had of him is in the diametrically opposite direction…. It will take us a few days to get back on his trail." Sengoku bit out with an annoyed grimace.

"Good.." the old white haired man with the dreadlocks and a scar on his left cheek rumbled out as he clenched hard at the stick in his hand.

"Nonetheless, this is a severe case of incompetence that has been displayed on your part fleet Admiral… See that it doesn't happen again.." the red skinned man called out as he resolutely cut the transmission.

A deep sigh echoed from the bald man as he unconsciously rubbed against the sword in his hand. "haah…. After Ohara, it seems the world will never be the same…"

"Aye.. But it had to be done…"

And with that the five rumbled into silence, each preoccupied with their own worries.

The door suddenly bellowed loudly. Someone was desperate enough to rap against its pristine surface with vigor.

As the five looked at the door with curiosity, the blonde man curtly nodded at the guard beside the door, with the clunking of armor the door swung inward to display the sweating form of a currier officer.

"Boss, you're going to want to see this!" He called out as he ran in, panting and sweating tiredly. As the five crowded around the piece of paper that he had delivered, the snail began to ring.

The bald man paled as he skimmed through the surface of the article, quickly pulling up the snail and answering the call.

Before the anxious voice on the other end could even begin to articulate the issue at hand, he called out with a roar of anger

"What is the meaning of this Sengoku!?"

Sengoku could not answer as the ramifications of what he had just read continued to badger him. "I don't know sir…"

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Morgans cackled as he looked down at his subordinate. "Kuwahahaha! You did good boy! This is big news! Biiiiig newwssssssss Indeed!" He chuckled out as he seemed to o.r.g.a.s.m at the news he had in hand.

Ned could not help but grin in happiness. If he had known Superbia would be such a treasure trove then he would have made contact with him faster.

In his hand sat a harmless picture of a ma.s.s grave. The problem with the image however was three fold.

First: The sheer size of the number of tombstones made it clear that it could have only ever been filled if an island was ma.s.sacred.

Second: It was an island. How did Ned know this you ask? It was because of the fact that just a few minutes before his entry into his managers room, the navy had been as kind as to have provided a clear and in-depth forged piece of information on a certain island of ..Ohara. This along with the topography of the entire image made it clear that the picture that he had in his hand, was indeed of that 'Demon island' as the marines had been as kind as to have coined.

Finally, it was because of another part of the picture, the number of men in Marine clothes that worked on the ma.s.s grave..

'Cough with this and the article that we were told to publish side by side… Oh Big news indeed..' Ned could not help but think as he grinned giddily in the hands of the ecstatic Morgans.

The bird man shook him heavily in his flippers as saliva fell all over his cuffs.

"This is going to shake the world! It's going to force the world government to call an a.s.sembly much earlier than they usually do! Ohh so many ramifications, so many implications!..."

To say that big news Morgans was on the moon, would be incorrect, it was more like the bird man was on an all expenses paid trip to a galaxy far far away, but I digress.

As soon as Ned had entered his boss' office with the scoop, his source on the tip of his tongue, the information had been sent off to printing.

As expected both articles would come side by side. The testimony of the marines, as the duo had begun to call it seeing as this, when spread would be like forcing the entire world into a makes.h.i.+ft tribunal to judge the lies of the marines, alongside the actual information.

" Oh if only….. If only there were more bounties…" the bird man bemoaned as he carefully held the bounty of one Devil child Nico Robin….