We knocked on the raven glass that no image can form inside as you peek in.
Marina stretched her legs and bend her neck. She knocked again but no one yet answered beyond the glass entry.
"You've been here before?" I asked while we wait. She nodded with her eyes doesn't seem to enjoy the case.
Eventually, the door slid to the left and a woman with a night dress asked who we are. "WPD, we want to see Arnold Mckenzie," I said and she let us in without hesitation.
"Don't touch anything, sir, he's right there playing games in his fantasy" She said while she fix herself up from looking like a drunk woman.
"Hey asshole, someone is here for you" She knocked twice on the door frame and then close her other eyes on me suddenly before she left us for privacy.
Roland turned around as he throws his virtual reality glasses out of his sight.
His face doesn't match his identification picture in the files I've read.
Roland's right eye was a bit swollen, his hair was blown up by a strong wind and I can barely see his cheekbone out of his complexion.
I see no slight difference in his body from the picture - He's yet muscular looking like he trained before.
"Hello Roland Mckenzie," Marina said as she wave her hand hello.
Roland jumped out saying "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Oh Roland, I'm not here to arrest you again but to beg for help from you"
"What do you want?" He whimpered within his puffing and let his fears plunge.
"We know you can hack the system, fetch the data away and be adequate at repairing damaged technologies," I said.
"That's it? You're not here to hurt me, right?" His voice was quivering with uncertainty and nervousness. I nodded.
"You have to pay after this, that's the rule here and I am only available every Saturday and Sunday" He let out.
"It's Sunday, Roland" I checked my watch and it is Sunday today. He licked his smile to the side and then agreed that it is Sunday today.
"What seems the problem? In today's era, I believe you guys have the technology to track the suspect and retain your footage again"
Ronald opened his computer, there exist four wide screens and then he turned on the light in the room.
It was blue this time instead of a color that contrast with the red hue.
"We do not know to do that but only WCA can except for the deception kept happening in their system that is why it's hard to get their files or footage back from the cyberpunk" I explained.
"Alright, I'll help but you guys do me a favor" We nodded once, and at the end, we sighed.
My device rang in my ear - why ranging in bad timing? "Give me a second," I asked permission before I left them in the room. I stepped out to answer the buzz.
"Wayne, why now?" I asked because I saw Wayne's number beneath my sights.
"We have to meet at the Winter Plaza tonight, I have information for you about that city as well as here"
"Alright" I ended the call.
"What's the catch?" I asked as I walk into the room seeing Marina lay her hand on top of the chair where Ronald sat.
"He's scanning the place and attempts to break in the camera near that apartment," Marina said.
Somehow he manage to guess the code and analyze it to avoid receiving the virus that the guard made from the gizmo.
"Zoom that Ronald, there's a van running away and we need that plate" Marina added and bent over towards the screen to point out the several footages that Ronald receive from his expert action.
"I copied that Ma'am, do you guys have any chip inside among you? I need to transport from what I downloaded for you guys" He said as he export the footage to downloaded documents.
I raised my hand saying "I have".
"You need to trust me on this one sir" He warned me before he stands out of his seat.
"I know where this is going Roland, you want me to suck the tube right in my skull am I right?" He nodded.
Marina was baffled, trying to puzzle out every word that Roland says and I'm glad she was still under my chin.
"Here, Sir" Roland lead the way to set things up to transfer all the data that Marina needed into my head.
Marina was so curious that she liked to observe everything Roland does.
Roland extended the long tube that was shaped like a pipe from this appliance but slightly feeble and there was this gap at the end to connect it at the back of my skull.
He will let the wires crawl into my flesh or nerves to bind it so the data will disseminate to the chip that is planted there.
It's quite hard to explain how this technology operates but I hope it won't slaughter me while in my slumber.
I rest on the seat that bends around half of one eighty degrees and He let my neck rest on the buffer while my head wasn't.
He opens aside my hair that protects the back of my skull to insert the tube in but don't worry I have this spot since I was in Japan that allow him to stick in the tube.
As I rest and now I can feel it after a few minutes that went away.
My head fumbles tingling vines encircling my nerves, my head was trapped in a void and the feeling made my lips keep seamed as well as my eyes.
I can hear fuzzy noises from side to side like I'm in a ten feet depth of a pool - making an effort to float my body still.
The chip obtains it, and at last, now I can witness the other cameras that catch a group of mob breaking James's apartment.
From the moment we dug deeper about his location, the apartment he lives in - it's his apartment all along which means he's the landlord but why he was involved in this case?
I gasped as I woke up from the reality that slapped me to rouse up or else death will call upon me.
Marina raised her eyes to peer at me deeply and emotionlessly. Ronald quickly removed the tube from my head.
"You seen it now?" Marina asked.
"Yes," I simply answered while bouncing my chin with tiredness from the tube that barely suck my spirit.
"I need your eyes to lead where the van went," She said and turned her eyes to the side where Ranold stands.
"Did you d******d all of it, like every footage near the exit of that district, shortcut, and neighborhood?" She asked him with her brow standing while the other's not. Ronald nodded.
Marina throws three hundred bucks which is too much but I don't know if Ronald can accept such an offer.
"I need four so I need one more" Ronald begs on the ground as he refuses to kneel. Marina yet still kind so she provided him with another.
"The favor, you were saying?" I asked before I step out but Marina left already before the time sets in the afternoon.
"Oh nothing, forget about that" So I moved on without asking why but I left with goodbye.
The party still moves on, lights of lust and pleasure glare the whole area, smokes reaches the limits and drunken crackheads commence their feet to shake the dancefloor.
I glimpse some women in masks smoking pots in one of the nearest tents at the entrance.
Some are red, yellow, orange, and gloomy with a tint of gold and glitters around their seductive dress, choker, and thigh stockings.
I glimpse on the further side of the corridor which is straight ahead is the pleasure chambers and we can catch a peek of hookers or brothels standing near the entrance of it.
We stride off the bar and head to the restaurant at Holland fourth boulevard in JacknJill. We're still in this district ten, I passed plenty of garbage on each pavement, dead vines dangle on the lampposts from side to side, and neon signs and billboards nevertheless shine. I can smell the steam of street foods in the near alleyways - it surely makes me hungry. Marina and I only walk to the restaurant to discuss the data that Roland transferred earlier. Marina passed the entrance of the restaurant before me. The interior of the restaurant was similar to the old diners back then. She sat down near the exit which is on the left side. The tables were not created of metal but of tough timber as well as the seats. "My ears are open, speak," She said after flattening the crumples of her blazer. "The van is gloomy and it was not the same as the other modern vehicles, the plate is ACA 2965, it was a bit blurry and I'm sure that's the plate" I explained after seconds that I ta
Our eyes cannot wait to get some sleep after several hours that had run off in WPD. Marina was glued to the screen - making a report of every single move we abide she insert that as well. Meanwhile, myself were concentrating on where the van went that might create a pattern inside of my head after I latch them down not to snooze. The van often move forward to uncrowded places and kept turning rights and lefts to scramble their tracks. I realized from the Match your Tea store near the road to district twenty-one - there was another van that conforms to the color and style of the van but the plate wasn't identical. This clean van and the original were separated after they met at James's apartment but they don't stand on the same street but on opposite. So these ugly bastards create asynchronous strategies to trick us. "Marina" I called her but she didn't even give me a look yet still her eyes on the screen. "What?!" Her voice deepens as she tugged her both brows down sout
"WPD Open up!" I yelled while Marina was loading her gun and then hid it beneath her hips. No one answered. "We are here to inquire, open up!" I yelled again but silence welcomed us in. We counted down in a murmur before breaking in with a warrant on our fingertips.I'm the one who will unfurl and she will clear the area as I empty the entrance. The creak of the door made her set and so am I.Everything is chaotic like a beast rampant within the house.Papers everywhere, shattered glasses, and a splash of blood on the ceiling and floor but the body is missing. "What the f*ck happened here?" Marina has been tickled with shock. "They're covering all the tracks they left and looks like we have to find Watson's body before reporting" I calmed myself as we look around. "The warehouse?" "That too" A luxury kitchen in front of the living room, beneath the staircase, is a stocking room, the second footing there exists the master bedroom with no guest room and a ba
"You confident about this assh*le?" Marina asked after slamming the files of what they had committed. I nodded once. My intellect wasn't sure if I got the actual one and yet we are still unraveling where the kids took off by his mobs. My mind split into two. "Why did you plan to take the kids away and murdered the first victim and their parents?" I asked. "So you can see the people you murdered Jonathan," He said with his fist beginning to tighten its grip like he was about to strike. Marina does not care that we know one another because she didn't ask so. "The people who worked for you, why slaying them?" She asked. "Because that's what the Criemsons do as their signature" "Now you want to talk about the mafias huh?" "Sh*t why the fuck he's confessing?" I said to myself. "Jonathan, I know you have some answers there beneath your tongue" He speaks tough once more - he's pissing me off so I invented a lie. She glanced at me with wrath blazing in her
A man with long sleeves and three buttons was not screwed with a suit but fancy pants that every businessman unravels every day to go to work exists. He kicks himself out to stand on the docks to meet another man with a club under his starry evening gloves. Their eyes were sealed with frigidness and profoundness as they greeted evening and as the water crashed beneath the docks - they did not say a word yet. The breeze shuts their whispers as the man with a curve tap cane with a snake strikes its prey on the top of the grip. "Good evening Mr. Jimenez" the young man greeted as he heeds the tap of the cane above the wooden slab. "What do you want? I have other business to handle so make it quick if possible" the old man said after caressing on top of his palm or below his knuckles. "It's always about Colvart and Wilson" He fights his quiver and then attempts to gaze at the old man with a stubborn essence and the deadly sins. "I assigned them to eliminate the rott
After I take the tasks from Mr. Jimenez - He gave me a bunch of cash in the case. I take my morning coffee before heading to WPD. Another task that has been provided to me to accomplish from my mafia lineage tonight. Nevertheless, more work has to be done. The city grasps with empty lights and further noises. Hazes of pleasures mingle the buildings, illegal trading seeking above the pavements, and debris in each paces I take to WPD still exists. "Another case for us" Marina spoke up as she gave me the glass tablet in front of me with her eyes widened from stress. "What problem?" I asked then I smell her aroma after she leans forth on top and made me want to take off her skin to sniff it in. What a pervert of me. "In district seven, there's a case that the victim encountered rape last night and this motherf*cker got away without a trace of surveillance footage" she implied her nose and nails on the screen, her bosom dipping in as well as her loveliness beneath her brow
I summoned a cab in the evening. The sky gave sprinkles of wonders with its glimmering stars lighted beyond the clouds once more.I slid my buttocks into the cab to carry myself to district seven after it came.District seven doesn't have a gate like the few districts that stands beside the center, near ports, markets, and barricades.It only exists as a subdivision that blends with skyscrapers of companies, corporations, and such.Their apartment was close to the Park of the district that was coated with blossoms. I paid for the cab after I catch my destination. The district is peaceful like an empty hall in the museum.I push a stroll across the lawn and welcome myself in without greeters beside me.I went up where Grace hold which is between the base and the middle footing of the apartment. I knock on the door as my feet meet the entrance of her home.A slight creak prevails, she slid her fingers at the door and then toss me a confection smile."Good evening Sir Wilson, ple
She pulls herself up and heaves her tension and bliss aside to shove her breath with irritation forth.I stand still as well as her. Between us, there's the atmosphere barely getting cold from our gaze. My chin is on her top so she gazes up high.I was concerned about her what happened to James's kids and then this is what happened if I shed a Russian's single sorrow. "Why you are like this? I'm concerned" I whispered and then try myself not to resist shoving reverse. "We should've split," She said and her breathy mist hit upon my chest - it was cold. "The kids will have their peace and we can do better than our mistakes" I replied and lay my consideration palm onto her shoulders. "Don't you ever touch me!" She pushes herself backward. "If you keep thinking about them, we'll never solve the case successfully" "You failed eight times but you kept going onward so where's the old one who carries hefty weights eh?" I added as I move gradually nigher. "The more