The Card

Prologue

One of the Arcs had been flying over the same area for over 10 minutes now. It's bright spotlight raking over the outside of the many apartments lined by 1st street. Curious faces have been illuminated by the light as the occupants pressed their faces onto their windows, curious on what's happening outside. 

Another Arc has joined the first one and are now flying together on the area, both spotlights flashing. Suddenly, the distinctive blue and red lights of the Arcs appeared and a figure started running away from the 1st Street towards the alleyway of 15th Avenue. The Arcs followed the figure with their blue and red lights on and the blaring of their sirens. 

"You! Stop!" a voice coming from first Arc boomed as they almost cornered the guy by 15th Avenue. "You have nowhere to go. Raise your hands and we will not harm you". 

The figure looked left and right, trying to find a way to escape. He stepped back but the brick wall behind him stopped his actions. "Drat", he muttered under his breath. Of all the alleyways, he picked the dead-end one. Looking up at the two Arcs getting closer to him, he took a vial from his pocket and popped the cork open. He took one look at the clear liquid and drank it in one quick gulp. He immediately dropped to the ground and his face contorted with pain. His breathing became rugged and suddenly, with eyes wide open, he stopped moving. 

The first Arc landed and a man came out. He slowly approached the figure and lightly tapped his sides with his foot. The figure did not move with it's eyes blankly staring at the skies above. The man from the Arc took out his Stats Pen, a handy scanner that can tell him the health status of the person he is scanning.

"No pulse, no breathing", the man says as he scans the figure. "No brain activity". 

"Suicide?" a voice came behind the man. 

"Mr. Rogers, what an unfortunate place to see you", the man turned around as Mr. Rogers approached him. 

"Good evening to you too, Detective Selt", Mr. Rogers said as he tipped his hat towards the man, Detective Selt. "So, suicide?"

"That appears to be it", Detective Selt grunted as he carefully picked up the vial beside the now-dead figure. 

Mr. Rogers took out a handheld scanner and beamed it to the the vial. Batrachotoxin, the screen on the scanner said. 

"Huh, batrachotoxin", said Mr. Rogers as he read the rest of the words on the screen. "From some kind of frogs and was used by the Native Indians in Western Colombia".

"Is it very deadly?" the detective asked. 

"Yes, they were used for hunting and even the tiniest amount can hurt or kill you", Mr. Rogers looked at the dead figure. "The card?"

Detective Selt gave the vial towards another officer who just came down from the Arc and faced Mr. Rogers. "We went to his house and found no card. If there was any card on him, our detectors would have seen it but it didn't. So nope, no cards."

Mr. Rogers sighed and gave a slight chuckle. "Cheeky little bastard. Oh well, I should go now and report to my boss. Have a good evening, Detective Selt." 

The detective tipped his hat towards Mr. Rogers as he walked to his UltiCar and flew away. 

"Get this man to the morgue and clean this all up", he instructed as the other officers started clearing up the scene.