Unscrewing the top to the pen, Near removed it and a lock pick fell into his hand.

"...Since when could you pick locks?" Mail asked.

"Since I aced every class at Wammy's," Near informed, starting to pick the lock. "Including the martial arts ones."

"...You know martial arts?" Mail raised an eyebrow.

"Is Mail really in a position to disbelieve that?" Near asked him.

"I just never would have guess." Mail chuckled. "I said I trusted ya...but if you aced it, does that mean you can kick everyone's ass?"

"Getting an A in that class does not mean I can beat the students," Near scoffed. "I got an A in art but I cannot draw as well as my sister."

"Still, I bet you're not half bad." Mail chuckled at Near's reaction. "Could you beat Mello?"

"Of course not," Near scoffed. "Mello is third best in the class, behind One and Far, who are tied for first."

"Who the hell are 'One' and 'Far'?" Mail frowned. "...Wait...Zero and One...Near and Far...you serious?"

"Not the most creative, I'll admit," Near hummed as he popped open the lock and slowly turned the handle, peering into the dark hallway.

"...What happens if we meet up with the first or second guy?" Mail asked. "I mean, it seems like they're trying to make us stick around."

"Does Mail mean Roger and Nancy?" Near whispered as he slipped out of the doorway.

"I mean One and Far." Mail replied as he slipped out with Near stealthily.

"Chances are One is gone," Near continued to whisper as he walked down the hall, not making a single noise save for his words. "However Far may still be around if Zero is."

"You think Zero locked us in?" Mail asked. "He'd have to be the one, right? He served us earlier."