Konomi Suzue walked through the streets of Tobioka City, a new city that was built off the coast of Japan not too long ago. She had short red hair, which was a bit longer on both sides of her face, and wore a pair of glasses. She had green eyes with a green jacket, an orange top and a navy blue skirt along with some boots. She was extremely well-endowed, her chest bouncing slightly with every step.

With a coffee in her hand, the busty police officer pulled out a phone and began surfing through her texts, not noticing when she bumped into someone and spilled her coffee all over their shirt.

"Agh! That burns!" The person exclaimed.

In a panicky motion, Suzue tried to desperately wipe it up with her hands but to no avail. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I'm so clumsy!"

"No, no, it's fine. It was my fault."

"No, I-" She looked up from his shirt to see the man himself. She blushed, as he was quite good-looking. Slicked back black hair, a few strands hanging off in front of his face. Blue eyes, well defined cheekbones and a very charming smile. "I... I..." She was so entranced, she couldn't even speak.

"Please, don't worry about it. Shirts like these aren't too expensive." The man turned to leave when Konomi unconsciously grabbed his arm.

"Wait!"

He turned around, a little surprised. "Hm?"

"I-I, uh... um... I can't just let you go, I mean... I ruined your shirt, so at least let me..." She was looking at her feet the whole time, shy as a school girl. "Repay you..."

The man smiled sweetly. "Miss, are you asking me out on a date?"

She jumped back, blushing even more. "Uh, I mean, I-I'm sorry, if you need to go or if you don't wa-"

He held out his hand. "My name is Ryu Komori. A pleasure to meet you."

She shook his hand meekly. "Konomi Suzue."

"Shall we go, Suzue-san?"

She nodded happily as they walked off to a nearby coffee shop. Riding past them on the street was a silver haired girl on a motorcycle. She was wearing a school uniform. She rode past the cars, past the people, letting the wind blow her hair. She loved it. She truly loved it. It was fast, it was invigorating. It was freedom.

She stopped her bike in an abandoned docking area by the water, moving into an old crate. It descended underground and she rode through a long tunnel, lights shining from above. Eventually, she came out the other side, coming to a parking lot where she could put her bike. She got off, kicking out the stand and walking inside Mochizuki General Hospital.

The hospital itself, while dealing with real patients, was actually a front for a more intense organization, Black Label. A group of highly trained "surgeons" on a mission to rid Tobioka City of all of its "tumors". Tobioka City, while built only 150 years ago, had been plagued by crime ever since. The Chairman of the hospital had other plans and so took it upon himself and his team to exact justice on such a dark city.

In her school uniform, Mikoto Kiba, a girl of average height with a lean body structure, with golden eyes and long white hair, walked into the meeting room. Mikoto had shorter bangs and a small gathering of long hair that hanged down the front of her body. Mikoto had a relatively large bust size as well. In the meeting room, were several other people, all fellow comrades.

Arashi Mikami, her partner, was a tall, lean built male, who had lightly tanned skin; short, spikey, brown hair and brown eyes. The bangs of Arashi were longer than other parts of his hair. He also wore his school uniform.

Yuko Sagiri was the tallest female in the room and was lean built. She had amber eyes and long light brown hair. Yuko's hair was longer than her knees, with her right bangs being long and were kept behind her right ear along with the rest of her hair. Her left bangs were shorter than her right, however they were still longer than her face. This cluster of hair hanged freely in front of her left ear. Along with being the tallest, she was also the bustiest and the most curvaceous, her bust being nearly the size of her head. She wore a purple top with a black skirt. She also wore a doctor's jacket.

Sayo Hitsugi was a slightly tall, lean built person, who had lightly colored skin, with long blue hair and eyes that were a violet color. Her bangs were shorter and went off to the side of her face. Behind her bangs was a grouping of hair that is longer than her bangs, but not as long as the rest of her hair. Along with the rest, she was extremely busty as well, and also wore a nurse's outfit.

Miki Tsurugi was an average height and like everyone else, lean built. She had purple hair and light purple eyes. Her hair was short, save for her bangs, which came down to the middle of her neck. She was fairly well-endowed as well, wearing a doctor's coat and under it, a sleeveless shirt with a leather skirt that parted on the sides.

Oriha Nashida was the youngest of the group, and being so, was short but still lean built as well. She had blue eyes and medium length hair that was a combination of blonde and pink/light purple. Oriha had long bangs and often wore her hair in twin ponytails. She wore a pink skirt and yellow shirt.

The woman who stood beside the chairman, Fiona Ran Winchester, a tall, blond haired woman with pink eyes and glasses. Her hair was short, barely coming down to her shoulders and she was the least bustiest out of the women, wearing a black suit with a blue undershirt.

Finally, the chairman himself, Masamune Mochizuki, was a rather thin, pale old man with long white hair and serious black eyes. He wore a white robe around himself, as he sat behind a desk. Behind him was their symbol, a cross that looked like a plus, with a circle of leaves around it.

"Black Label, I'm pleased to see you have all made it here. As you all know, the crime lord Maki Sota has been smuggling a drug in to the city. Sota has been trading it with a man known as Kyoji Tobishiro, son of the infamous Tobishiro crime lord, Jotaru Tobishiro. This new narcotic has not been identified and any leads to look into the matter has not held up. However, from what we've seen, it completely inhibits one's senses on a scale we haven't seen before. Ampule One," Arashi, Oriha and Mikoto took attention. "I want you to infiltrate the house of a drug smuggler known as Hoshii Matatabi. We have been monitoring him for a while and we suspect that he may know more about this drug. Once you know more, his label will turn from yellow to black. Eliminate him."

"Yes, Doctor." The three replied in unison.

"Ampule Zero," Yuko, Miki and Sayo stood at attention. "I want you to provide back-up. There has been a man shaking up the criminal world for the last month. We do not have enough information on him to give him a label. However, if he is to show, I want you to find out more about him and deal with him, if necessary."

"Be careful." Fiona warned. "He is said to be dangerous."

Sayo smirked, cracking her knuckles. "Aye, aye."

The mansion of Hoshii Matatabi was extravagant, to say the least. A yard with hedges, flowers and guards. A lot of guards. A tall wall surrounding the place, with lions on each corner as if to ward off intruders. Inside, it was decent enough, with the most twisted stuff going on inside Hoshii's bedroom.

Undressed girls all doing unspeakable acts while he laughed and drank his alcohol. He smiled and laughed and drooled happily, blissfully enjoying his paradise while others suffered in the hell he created. Not for long. An explosion blew down the barred window in the room and in the next moment, a motorcycle flew in with two people on it – a man wearing a red and black suit with a black helmet covered his face and a woman wearing sunglasses, a leather jacket, a scarf, very short pants and thigh high boots with heavy steel knee pads. She had two revolvers in her hand and she shot the guards that ran in. Arashi walked up to Hoshii with a gun in his hand while Mikoto continued to hold off the guards. The girls, scared out of their minds, hid in a corner, cuddled around each other.

"Hoshii Matatabi, you are a tumor that has plagued this city. Today, you will be excised."

"F-fuck you, freak! I won't die that easily!"

Arahsi aimed his gun and prepared to pull the trigger when a projectile of some kind knocked it out of his hand. Arashi's hand flew to his other gun as he turned and looked to his right. Standing in the window was a dark figure cloaked in black. He looked like a giant bat, his eyes red as he glowered at them.

"Enough."

"Who the fuck are you?!" Mikoto demanded, aiming her revolver at him with a fierce look.

"You've taken enough lives. There will be no more death tonight."

"'Fraid I have to disagree with that." From behind him, a blue-haired woman in a nurse's outfit and a demon mask came flying down at him with her fist raised. Batman dived out of the way as her fist destroyed the wall around the window. Mikoto and Arashi refrained from shooting him, knowing the doctor has yet to label him.

Batman glanced behind him, briefly wondering why they haven't shot at him. He didn't have time to wonder long as Sayo jumped forward and struck at him, breaking the floor as he dodged it. Hoshii, scared out of his mind with tears of fear building in his eyes, ran out the door while everyone was distracted.

"Go after him, kiddies. His label color is black. I'll keep our friend busy here."

"Let's go, Mikoto." Arashi and Mikoto got back on the motorcycle and rode out the door, leaving Batman and Sayo alone. With astounding speed, she pushed off the floor, crushing it beneath her feet. She threw a hook towards his head, but Batman had already seen it coming and narrowly ducked it, retaliating with an upward kick to her chin. She took it in stride before spinning on her heel and giving him a back fist strike to the chest. He crossed his arms over his upper body just before the attack landed, his arms taking the brunt of the force. Batman was knocked back into a wall, cracking it behind his back.

'Sayo, remember, he has no label. So don't kill him." Miki's voice came over the transceiver in Sayo's ear.

"Aye, aye."

"Who are you people?" Batman demanded, glaring at her fiercely.

"Sorry. Not at liberty to state that. All I can say is that we bring justice to those who deserve it."

Batman stood up, wiping his chin. "You're psychopaths who kill whoever you think is worthy."

Sayo shrugged. "You're one to talk about mental stability. Ain't it a little late for Halloween?"

She rushed him again, bringing her leg to side kick him. He sidestepped it and bent down to give her a low spin kick. Tripping her to the ground, he followed up by climbing atop of her, pinning her arms down with his foot and hand, planting his other knee in her stomach and with his free hand, he removed her mask.

From afar, on a rooftop, Miki and Yuko walked from a sniper scope and binoculars respectively. "I have a shot. Should I take it?"

"No, Sayo is fine. She's not struggling by any means. For now, all she needs to do is buy time."

Batman's hand then flew to her throat, choking her slightly. "You're going to answer some questions now."

Sayo smirked. "Ooh, you're kind of kinky."

Batman growled. "I don't have time for games."

"Too bad." With astounding strength, Sayo broke free of Batman's grip on her arm. She reached up and grabbed one of his pointy ears and pulled him down with Batman unable to fight her strength. She pulled his face low enough to kiss him, inserting her tongue into his mouth.

'Sayo, Ampule One has completed the objective. Pull back now.' Using Batman's brief opening, she kicked his chest, sending crashing into the ceiling. Sayo picked up her mask as Batman landed back on the floor, winded.

Sayo gave him a two fingered salute. "Bye-bye." She put her mask back on and jumped out, leaving Batman disgruntled on the floor.

On the motorcycle, Arashi and Mikoto rode back to the hospital. Mikoto was steering while Arashi sat on the back, holding the seat.

"Who the fuck was that guy? A member of some other group? A special type of SWAT agent or some shit?" Mikoto questioned, her eyes on the road.

"It doesn't matter. Whoever he is, he will not interfere with the mission. We will carry out the Triage, no matter who gets in the way." Arashi replied, stubborn determination in his voice.