DETECTIVE BROWN-Case 1: MIRA Murder Mystery

Prologue

After getting one degree in physical science, two in criminal justice and another one in forensics, I saw myself being situated at my hometown police station for pretty much my whole career; scanning over the records, crackin' cases open like rotten eggs and tracking down the even rottener goons responsible for them. That's how I envisioned myself three years ago when I was fresh outta college.

I did not see myself putting on a cutting-edge spacesuit and readying an ascent to the middle of the stratosphere.

There've been a lot of twists and turns over the past several months, but to put it straight, it ended me up here: at the earth-situated headquarters of the galaxy-renowned Marcadus Intergalactic Research Administration(Or MIRA, as you might be more familiar with...) Turns out, the mega-corporation of space exploration that blew NASA right outta the water has been in a bit o' hot water itself nowadays.

They gave me upwards of a dozen reports to take a look at. It was the same story, over and over again. Crewmembers dying one by one on board their ships. The spacecrafts carrying them disappearing into the cosmos without a trace. Contact lost. One account of a witness who managed to make it back alive said it was an alien. Another on a different craft said it was a foreign agent. They've determined that it could be both that are behind these strange events.

And then they found me...Don't ask me why they wanted me. I'm not exactly the ripest banana in the bunch...But they say they've got their reasons.

I just hope their reasons don't end up with us all gettin' killed.

The last case file they showed me was their newest one. From just yesterday. One of the crewmates situated at the top of the HQ was found dead in the office. The only evidence found was discovered from the autopsy. The guy was skewered alive right through the face like a human kabob.

And around and inside the hole tearing through his head was saliva. Which, once tested, turned out to belong to a newly discovered alien race. It hasn't been given an official name yet, but there are some things we know about 'em. Hyper-intelligent, shapeshifting, extremely adaptable, remarkable learning skills...relentless hunger for human flesh. They've just been callin' them "Impostors." Where the company excels in space exploration and planetary studies, it falls flat on its face in the naming department...But I digress. All I know is that if enough of them manage to make it to earth, they could completely overrun the planet and turn the human race into their own personal food factory.

We can't let that happen...I can't let that happen. And I'm not gonna.

The Impostor is still loose at the base atop the HQ. And my job, if I choose to accept it, is to sniff it out and bring 'em to justice. That's the plan.

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[COMENCING ASCENT]
[DESTINATION: ROOFTOP]

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...I just hope I succeed before the whole team up there is turned into a human buffet.