Undercover Detective

Part 1

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As I walked home from the station I looked around me at what was going on. It was a normal night in the city of Chicago. The city was alive and thriving, kids were crying and catching up to their parents, a group of teenager's passed by with ice creams in there hands and people rushing to make it home before dinner time. I smirked as I saw a homeless man at the end of one street who looked around his 30's with a shaggy beard and clothes he probably found in a dumpster somewhere eyeing the guy across from him playing the saxophone who had a jar full of money by him. At this moment I knew what was about to happen and I should have stopped the  man from what he was about to do but I let it play out as I knew it would.

 I listened to the guy play the saxophone as someone passes by and throws in 2 dollars along with a few coins into his jar. Smiling the guy stopped playing his saxophone and reached down to pick up the jar. He slowly and carefully counted his money, packed up his instrument, and made his way over to the homeless guy and gave him half the money. The guy snatched the few dollars from him and ran into the alley, before he got all the way in he turned around and made eye contact with me staring me dead in the eye and for a second I saw his eyes turn as red and shiny as a red ruby. 

I shivered as he sped up and disappeared into the alley with no trace of ever being there. As I kept walking I made it to my Penthouse building. As I entered I waved at the doorman who gave me a hearty smile. 

"Good Evening Albert" 

"Good Evening to you as well Miss. Pierce. Busy day at work today?"

I gave him a tired look as he opened the door and let me in. "something like that." I said as I walked into the building and made my way to the elevator. 

As I entered the elevator as heard footsteps behind me. 

"HOLD THE ELEVATOR!" I heard a voice scream behind me. I turned around and saw a guy with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He looked about 5'11 with broad shoulders but a kid like nature. He seemed very open to be screaming in a lobby. Those were some obvious traits I could pick up. 

As the door began to close I put my foot out and saw the door go back. He ran into the elevator and wasn't panting as hard as I expected but he put his hands on his knees. I reached forward and pressed 15, which was the floor to my penthouse. 

"Hey. I'm Christopher. Chris for short. I'm new here" he  said as he slowly made his way up. I watched him as he held his hand out for me to shake. 

I stared a it before grabbing and shaking it. "I'm Rory. Are you in a rush?"

"Not really I guess. Its my first day here in the city. I'm an intern for the Chicago Times and lets just say I didn't have the best first day."

"Oh okay." I said as I saw his eyes shine. I looked at the elevator numbers. 

13, 14, 15. DING!!

"Guess I live right below you." he bellowed as I stepped out and watched the door close. 

I took in the familiar scent of my penthouse, Vanilla with a hint Sandalwood. It was a pretty two story, I had wood furniture with white and gray walls. I turned on the lights in the kitchen and made my way over to the living room to turn on the fireplace. As I walked over I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the huge windows which looked out to the entire city. It was alive.

I looked closer and saw a reflection of a girl. Brown hair, Olive skin and caramel eyes that looked almost black. It was my moms features, my mom who I never met before. 

I sighed and turned around and switched the fireplace on. As I did I saw a piece of paper fall down, It had a black logo which was shaped like a phoenix. 

I leaned down and picked up the note. 

We need you tonight.