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Bronson and Logan and Eddy drove back to the office in one of the jet black police cars. The seats were leather and comfy, so comfy Bronson wanted to steal one to use as his desk chair, but-of course-Logan refused him the right. Eddy couldn't stop thinking about Kaine and the fact that he's dead. Even though he wanted to kill him and he was insane, he was a nice man before last month. But now, now he was a dead, insane criminal.
The office welcomed them back and asked how it all went; no answers were given. None at all.

"Captain Logan," a man of Logan's height said as he followed him into his office; "Hello Inspector James, why are you here, and unexpected too?" James smiled and sat down at the offer given by Logan; "The head office wanted a new report on the office. You do know about the robberies and the escaped prisoner, do you not?" Logan nodded; "I do. In fact we just went after the escaped criminal. Kaine Greed was his name." "Was?" "We turned up, had an argument and a fight and then he shot himself in the head. We aren't sure why." "And where was this?" James asked as he pulled out a thick, torn notepad and chewed pen; "It is none of your concern, Inspector." "It is and it is the Head Office's business too." "Tell the Head Office that if they want to find out they can forget it." "You know you are stepping on thin ice, don't you Captain?" Logan nodded and smiled; "The Head Office need to keep to their investigations and leave ours to us. There is no need for an argument or temporary vendetta against eachother. Ever since the riots a year ago, the Head Office have based all their attention to us and the way me and my colleagues work. Kaine commited suicide and we don't know why. So, if you wouldn't mind?" He gestured to the door and James got up and went to the door. He opened the door and looked back; "This is going to blow up in your face. The Head Office will not be pleased and I can gurantee you will hear from us again." Logan nodded and stood up, a sarcastic grin appeared on his pale face; "I'm counting on it."

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