Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 23

I hadn't left yet. I still stood in the thinking room, the wall hologram filled with the different case pieces Ren and I had gone through. Off to the side, I had a map of the city, leaving markers where each piece of evidence was found. 

I decided that instead of looking into the case information, I would I cross-referenced different events from different companies that had items stolen within the past few months. Ones that matched Rizal's MO, I saved to a list for me to check out.

I powered down the hologram, scrolling through the list on my interface. Six places that matched the MO. I ignored the people around me as I rushed for the parking garage, taking the elevator down to it. I had my interface plot the best course of roads to get me through all six of the companies. I found my car, sliding in and starting it up.

"Pull up the most recently added course," I ordered the AI, buckling my seatbelt and turning off my wrist interface. The route was pulled up to the screen.

"Do you wish to follow this route?" The AI inquired. I confirmed its suspicions, the car lifting from its resting spot and backing out of the stall.

The first place I pulled up to was the shipyard. I received an odd look from the foreman when I asked to see either his superintendent or manager. He had eventually complied, responding with sarcastic and snarky remarks.

He brought me to a small, one story building, knocking on the door. It swung open, revealing a man in uniform, quirking an annoyed eyebrow towards us.

"This lady was looking to talk to you, Richards," the man next to me revealed, his tone sounding like it wasn't his fault. I pulled my badge out, showing it to the two men.

"Agent Mullen with the FBI," I stated, watching the man next to me visibly pale. I sent him a menacing grin. "Thank you for your welcoming hospitality."

"I-I am sorry, Ma'am," he responded, quickly excusing himself as he took off. I watched him leave before turning back to the man in front of me. This time he looked less annoyed, a polite smile on his face. It was my time to look annoyed.

"I'm here to ask you some questions relating to your security." The  superintendent beckoned me inside. It was a minimal room, a desk and air conditioning. A TV screen rested on the other side of the room to entertain him.

"Ask away," he answered, folding his hands in front of him, the smile still on his face. I pulled up my interface, setting it to record and transcribe the conversation.

"Do you remember the military prototypes a few weeks back that used this harbor as a waypoint?" He paused, thinking it over before nodding.

"Yes, There was an issue that the FBI solved. What about it?" I didn't respond back to his question, shifting in my seat.

"Have you had shipments since then?" I continued asking my questions. He shifted in his own seat, tilting his head as he tried to figure out the point I was getting at.

"No, we haven't had any shipments of the sort," he stated, his tone curious and questioning.

"Have you had any issues with a person forgetting what happened during a shift? Had anything turn up missing since then?" I inquired. He shook his head, telling me they hadn't had  any issues since. I thanked him for his cooperation, leaving the building and making my way back to my car. It unlocked as I neared it, the door sweeping up to greet me. I started the car, the route pulling up again.

"To the next destination on the route?" The car asked me pleasantly.

"Yes, the next place," I sighed out, strapping myself in once again.