Three men approach the tied-up Mr. 11. They look like Baroque Works agents; one carries a sword, another a rifle, and the third has a star on his cheek. They announce, "We're Billions." Mr. 11 is surprised, "You know my codename? Then you must be the Millions, right!?" The men clarify, "We're still members of BW, but we ain't Millions." Mr. 11 demands, "Well don't just stand there! Hurry up and untie these ropes!" The Billions explain, "In other words, we're next-in-line for future numbered agents." One of them adds, "Mr. 11... A bottom-rank numbered agent like you isn't exactly in a position to order us around." Sweating, Mr. 11 apologizes, "O-oh, sorry about that, Billions. In any case, would you mind untying these ropes for me?" The Billion with the rifle suddenly points it directly at Mr. 11's face, saying, "DON'T BE STUPID. I'D RATHER HAVE YOU LEAVE AN AVAILABLE POSITION FOR A NUMBERED AGENT." Mr. 11 panics, "WHA!? NO, WAIT!" as the gun is cocked.