Who disappeared? asks Wasa. It is Mary, sir. Her tracker was in the same place for a bit too long, so when when a patrol car went to see where she was. She was nowhere to be found, says Phenos. How does that even happen? asks Ram. We don’t know. The officers told us through dispatch that she was nowhere. They said they had searched through the sewers under the road and only found her tracker and her foot, says Phenos. Why do you keep tabs on criminals? asks Kei. Exactly because of things like this, says Wasa. But then why not chip them in the head or something? Kei asks. Because that is illegal. We cannot do such a thing without consent and, you probably figured it out by now that none of them would consent to something like that. Did the employer say anything? asks Wasa. No, sir. From what we understand, as much as she hated her job, she was content with the fact that at least no one sees her, says Phenos. Well, then why would this happen now? asks Kei. Oh, rude guy. You’re still alive, says Phenos. What? asks Wasa. Nothing sir. We don’t know, says Phenos. Try asking other precincts. See if this happened somewhere else. Try world-wide if you somehow can or if by chance you’ll get some answer. See if anyone else knows something. And sorry to hold you overtime like this, says Wasa. Will do, says Pheno as he sighs and leaves.
I’ve always wondered, says Ram, why don’t we crush the criminals heads? he asks. It’s simple. You wouldn’t solve anything. They’d have the same rotten personality, without any of the knowledge. And holding someone like that in a correctional facility is cruel and illegal, since technically they’re a new person. Which is why we prefer them like this rather than have a 8 out of 10 chances that they’ll just repeat a crime, says Wasa. Understood, says Ram. The problems remain. We have no idea who killed his partner, how and why. We have no idea who those two that approached Kei and Ken are. We do not know who or why attacked us. We do not know what happened ten years ago. We do not know who N is and why he isn’t talking. And these have been the most stressful three hours of my life. And in 24 hours I have to give you guys a lead or I’ll have to quit. Which honestly, now sounds just about wonderful. But the guilt and my ego does not let me to simply give this up and walk out the door. So, let’s try to find a profile about those two idiot that left you free to walk in here. Because they’ll regret ever peaking their stupid heads out, says Wasa as he pulls out a baggie of white powder from his chest pocket.
So, one had lion’s hands, says Wasa. Anything else you can tell me about him? he continued. He was tall, almost as tall as Telum. He called himself Yellow or Y or something in those lines, says Ken. Yeah, one was called X and the other was called Yellow, Kei chimes in. Any other features? asks Wasa. No, he was quite plain looking. He had light brown eyes, almost yellow-ish in sunlight. And he looked like a box. He wasn’t well built, he was just built. I don’t know how to explain it, says Ken. And the other was rather weird. He looked skinny, but that’s only if you don’t really pay attention. He was well defined. A crooked nose, but not too crooked. Big cheekbones, I guess? Not big, but like… Two halves of a circle, very well defined. He also had slick hair and some weird sunglasses, says Kei. Well, that’s not helpful, says Wasa. We can’t do much with these descriptions. It’s not like I can just write those descriptions into the computer and have a result, he continued bemoaning. But, the Leo thing is a start, right? asks Ram. Right. We’ll start on that. We’ll have to look through driver’s licenses records and the sort. Maybe we’ll find a match. And we should also look at the camera footage around Kei’s apartment and the cameras at the entrance to the city too, says Wasa. So, let’s get to work, he continued.
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