Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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"Yeah, he didn't rob the place. He burned it down."
A thin layer of dark grey ash coated the interior of the vault. Since the inside was made up entirely of metal, Genevieve assumed that the blanket of ash that clung to its shelves and walls was actually just remains of burnt paper. Paper that was valuable beyond belief, and the sole reason this building existed in the first place.
At first Genevieve didn't believe this was the work of Shadow, since she was under the impression that all he did was steal. But to be able to break into a highly guarded bank with no problem was something only someone like him could manage, and she knew that.
"Why was it called a robbery in the news, when it wasn't? Why lie to the public like that?" She questioned, though her gaze never moved from the burnt up vault.
"People would freak out, if they're told that some freak set fire to an entire cash supply of the biggest bank here. On top of that, they'd start protests against the mayor and government since they did fail to protect the citizens' money. If it's labeled as a robbery, the chances for the riots would decrease but not vanish." Alec replied, pressing his lips together while he too eyed the vault.
"And that's exactly why Shadow targets government owned banks. Not only does he want to sow the seeds of possible discord, but he also wants the government to go bankrupt by paying back the money that was lost." She muttered, which was more of an afterthought than a statement.
The gears were turning in her head, and slowly but steadily she had begun to piece things together. Shadow's motive was clear as day, and Genevieve narrowed down two possibilities in her head. He either has a vendetta against democracy, or he's just a psycho who does all this for fun.
The main question still stood; why burn the money instead of just snatching it?
After a while, Genevieve's restless gaze landed onto a table sitting just outside the vault. She approached it and upon closer inspection, she saw what seemed like pieces of evidence. A half burnt dollar bill, a ziplock bag containing bloodied cotton swabs, and a folded up paper rested on the surface of the table. She had reached out to grab the paper, but Alec's voice from behind stopped her. Maybe even startled her.
"Grab a glove, Perez. We wouldn't want to tamper with evidence." He all but murmured, and Genevieve could tell he was in close proximity again. Much to her dismay, he was right.
Her hand clenched into a fist and she retracted her arm from the table. With a sharp intake of air, she turned around slowly with a sickly sweet expression. There was obvious sarcasm dripping from her smile, but her eyes held something else.
"First of all-" Genevieve shoved him with nearly all her might, and it seemed that Alec moved by just a step. Despite the inefficiency of her push, it did manage to put some space between them.
