ROSES (VIRUS FAMILY) #WATTY'S2016

RESURGENCE

13TH PRECINCT,
1805HR
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY.

Today has to be the busiest day ever in this precinct, Detective Dave just got news that the FBI have decided to get involved with the killings and explosions in Manhattan. Everyone keeps on saying that New York has finally gotten its very own Jack the ripper and it's not a good thing. Not a good thing because when the Federal agents get involved with cases like this, they get paranoid and don't seem to trust anyone, not even themselves, and that's sickening. He's seated in his office, well he couldn't call it an office, more like a cubicle for customer care services in really fancy business firms, a small room on the east wing of the building. It has a lovely view of the city but it's too stuffy, poorly furnished and the system is about a decade old.
           He's seated by the window, the dim light bulb not much of a help so he has to make due with the light provided by mother nature. He's running through the old files of the killing, when it first started, where it occurred, any eye witnesses, anything that could be useful at all. Nothing, no evidence to back up the claim that the so called infamous SCARLET KILLER is real.
             The name dubbed to the killer is beyond ludicrous. He throws the files to the rotten nonsense they call a desk. It looks like it just survived a civil war by termites, the edges of the desk, eaten off, several holes in it and let's not talk about the cushioned seat. It's meant to be comfortable but it's missing one thing, the foam in it to make it comfy.
He steps out of the cubicle into the main office, where everyone else is apart from him. He's greeted by a few warm smiles, then he notices some guys in suits talking to an officer. Compared to the white long sleeve shirt and black pair of pants he's wearing, he looks awful. He notices a woman amongst them.
          She's short, about five foot tall, blonde hair packed in a bun, green eyes, a roundish face and well endowed and doesn't look like a fan of make-up. She too is wearing a suit but it's grey. He walks towards them already knowing that they're the FBI agents sent to assist us.

"Detective Dave, and you must be the agents sent to assist us I presume? ", I say as I stretch out my hands for a handshake.

"Yes we are and we look forward to working with you. I'm Detective Conan and this is our profiler Sandra Ann", he says faking a smile then shakes my hand.

"Nice to meet you sir ", she says timidly as she too shakes my hand.

"Profiler Huh? Well it'll be a pleasure working with you but I'm sorry to say that we don't have any lead to follow up on".

"None at all. No fingerprints? No strand of hair? Nothing? ", asks Conan.

"Yeah, at least for now. I've been on this case for only three days now hoping to get something. Detectives before me, working on this case also are either dead or severely injured. I just wanna wrap it up quickly and fuck out of here as fast as I can ".

"Hmm...... OK, well I'll have my boys go over to the crime scene and see what they can find. It was a pleasure meeting you", he extends his hand out for another handshake.

"The pleasure was mine. ", I smile warmly as I shake his hand and nod as Sandra who replies with a sheepish smile.
          After my brief conversation with them, I grab my trench coat of the coat rack and head home for the night, I'm famished.

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My first day here and I'm already greeted by a black man, who by some chance is a detective also, great. I walk quickly to the elevator with Sandra by my side, trying to keep up with my pace.

"Well, what do you think? ", I say trying to fire up a conversation.

"I really don't know until I lay my hands on some substantial evidence, then I can provide my services", she replies sheepishly.
I get to the elevator and press the down button and turn back to Sandra when I notice she's taking a call. Timid little thing but quite curvy and busty, maybe she might be a good escort tonight.
           The ding of the elevator snaps me out of my reverie and I enter, accompanied by Sandra who's still on the phone. I press the button for the parking lot and wait patiently as the door closes slowly, getting ready to make my move on Sandra. She's done with the call and puts the phone in her back pocket.

"So, do you have plans for tonight? ",I say coolly.

"Yeah, actually I do. My girlfriend's sick so I just wanna rush to a pharmacy and get some meds for her".

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that", great, she's a lesbian, just my luck.

"Thanks, I appreciate your concern".

    We finally reach our destination and the door opens up. We quickly get out, trying to forget about the awkward moment in the elevator. I stride quickly to my car, a brand new Toyota Camry, black and beautiful. I quickly bring out my keys and fidget with them a little and pause for a moment. I look over at Sandra, she too is trying to open her car but then she looks up at me and waves goodbye. I wave back as she disappears into her car.
           I finally stop fidgeting with my keys and unlock my car and get in. I stop to inhale the scent that new cars have. I didn't buy it though, it came along with my promotion. Now to head home to my family. I start the car and the sweet roaring sound that the engine makes as it comes to live is soothing to my ears. I reverse until I have enough space to exit the parking lot and change the gear to drive as I zoom out of the precinct into the busy street.
I notice how empty the street is, it's probably because it's almost midnight. I come to a halt as the traffic light flashes red, I look around, there isn't a car anywhere near here so I disobey the traffic light and step on the gas.
          No sooner did the car lurch forward, a car appears out of no where and bashes itself into mine. My car flips over several times than I can count, the head ache intense. I'm still dazed by the accident, my vision a bit blurry but I see the car that hit mine zooming off.
The world spins around my head, my vision hazy, my suit drenched in my own blood flowing from an open wound above my eye brow. I try to unbuckle my seat belt but to no avail as I am too weak to do so. Everything is turning black now and all I can hear is a car pulling up to mine before I pass out.