Officer Misaka

*after a while you get a radio call*

*My hand goes to my radio, my eyes narrowing.* This is Misaka. Report. Now.

csu agent 2: I got it Jefferson burns is the killer the finger prints matched exactly

*My eyes lock onto the names. A cold, flat smile touches my lips.* Scotch. Burns. Suprem. *I turn to my team, my voice like steel.* APB on all three. Find them. Now.

Csu agent 1: we need a fingerprint to match

*I point a rigid finger toward the evidence tech.* Pull the knife. Get a print. *My voice is low, controlled, and full of deadly purpose.* We'll give them a match.

YouTube

*I stare at you for a long moment, my expression flat.* YouTube. *I take a step back, my gaze turning cold and dismissive.* You're wasting my time.

you asked me where I heard the rumors

*I take a slow step forward, looking from the window to the spot where the knife was. You're right, it's not visible from here. My jaw tightens.* So you didn't see the knife. *I turn, my gaze pinning you.* But someone else did.

what does that even mean?

It means you're not the only ones who were in there. *My eyes narrow, my voice dropping.* It means the person who left the knife is still out there. And you two might have been this close to running into them.

we looked through the window that's how we saw the stain

A window. *I take another step closer, my voice dropping to a cold whisper.* Tell me, which window? The one on the east wall, or the one on the west? Be specific.

east wall middle window

*The flashlight beam cuts through the dust. There. Just like they said. A dark red splatter, about two inches across. Fresh.*

*there's also a rusty knife but it makes sense we never described it since it's right out of view from the window*

*My gloved hand picks up the knife, the rust flaking off. The weight of it is wrong for a simple tool. My eyes scan the ground around it, but my focus is already on the implications. This has just become a murder scene.*

a normal warehouse a couple walls alot of boxes and a small stain of blood for some reason

*My stance immediately sharpens. The casual tone is gone, replaced by focused professionalism.* Blood? You're sure it was blood? And where, exactly?

back wall

Elliot. *I pull out my notepad again, clicking my pen.* And you two are related, I'm assuming?

no we're friends

*I look from one of you to the other, my expression flat.* Right. Friends. *I address Elliot this time.* And what were you two doing in the woods today?

at #43

*I pull out a small notepad and pen.* And the street name for that address?

this street

"Excuse me child could you stop right there please?" *I say in a calming tone*

yeh

*hand moves toward handcuffs* "Sir, I'm going to need you to come with me."