160 Taint the world in Sin.

The collection of transponder snails that sat around me all looked at me, complete apathy in their eyes. A few of them that I had placed on a one of the makeshift plates on the walls munched silently on a leaf while the rest shot yearning looks in their direction from time to time.

Shanks had left that morning, and I was already fitting back into my role as the schemer on deck. Usually I would have Scipio on deck with me; taking him through the ropes of things and helping him get acclimatized to my method of report gathering. Unfortunately, however, today was not meant to be such a day.

In front of me sat a draft of a very important document, one that I could foresee causing another storm in the world. It was a newspaper.

One that I had spent a fair bit of time after I had woken drafting up, curling through the incidents that had happened attempting to air as much dirty laundry as I could without getting immediately called out. After all, it was more satisfactory to screw someone over and leave the scene unmolested then to be caught red handed in the affair.

I was extremely tempted to republish that article on Ohara that I had had Angella write to me, but judging by the World government's violent reaction to it, that would not be a good idea.

After all, within mere hours of the thing being drafted down, when the papers hadn't even gotten into nascent publications the World Economic Times headquarters had been raided by one of the Five Elder stars (if my sources were to be believed) who had manually ordered for the cancelling of the paper's contents.

If they could do that to someone as well established as Morgans, then all it meant was that they had the mouthy birdman on strings, and if that were the case, then my small publishing house would not stand a single chance.

Therefore, I had decided to publish something slightly less damaging. An interview with myself (I had loads of fun asking myself questions!) and one that had been compiled from all those in the town that were willing to talk to me about their situation under the pirates. Marco had only shot me a confused look before getting very defensive when I had questioned Whitebeard's ability to protect his people.

Now came the second problem. This was one that I had been breaking my head thinking about, how could I have my paper reach the masses?

Luckily for me, the man that had made the Ohara article possible by sending it directly to Morgans had been all too kind to provide a viable exit strategy.

From here, it would be hand distributed by the newer Mimir recruits as a daily mission that would yield them a certain amount of fixed points within the organisation. They could then use these points to exchange for direct guidance of our combat professionals. I had managed to gain the services of a retired Captain, a man that went by the name of Redoran.

The handicapped man had been coerced into the organization after it had managed to attract his daughter into its services. The girl now worked as an operative (information gatherers and providers. Also works in gauging the levels of missions) who had an admirable talent for information gathering.

Luckily for the organization, the old captain had had a few weeks of training on Marineford where he had been lucky enough to gain a manual for four of the six powers. To this day he had only managed to learn three while the manual had been confiscated when he had been forced into early retirement due to his wounds and incapability to continue field work.

His guidance came as quite the costly affair for most of the recruits, but almost no one complained. After all Shigen, Soru and Tekkai were top class survival techniques!

While the West blue worked wonders on our recruitment drives, the North Blue was where we had the most presence. After Doflamingo's appearance on the weak sea and the general ferocity that his fall had inspired in the Blue's pirates to expand turfs there had been a lot of requests to bring many pirates in.

The people would only be allowed to put a nominal sum in to request the capture of the outlaws, after all their bounties were quite enticing in their own rights. The sum was merely to compensate the operatives for their services, alongside bringing in a lot of goodwill both in the underground and otherwise for the cheap service.

It was quite a successful endeavour to have rival outlaw groups hire Mimir to handicap each other in some way.

With a small sigh I looked over at the paper in front of me, my eyes hurting as I slowly and meticulously read it a final time. It would be done, the sins of the world would be revealed. This would be Superbia's sin.

With growing anticipation, I picked up the transponder snail. The other end picked up on the first ring.

One side gave the command with bated breath and the other followed through with a dry throat, and mere hours later a new wail of pandemonium rose through the world.