"Well, Matty. Looks like you have another case. Too bad the hero couldn't have it..." a sad yet happy voice called out. "It's a serial killer case! Good luck." A folder crossed the table, spilling its contents, papers, in a neat stack next to a half-eaten plate of pancakes.
"Really? It wasn't given to you? I thought the major would give it to you. After all, you are his favorite." a shy, shocked voice responded. Matthew looked at the papers. 'How he kills...'. A picture of a body neatly cut in half, blood covering the soft gray carpet it laid on, was on top. "Wow, they know what they're doing." the detective looked up at his brother. "Isn't this that cold case from last year, too?"
Alfred smiled at his brother, "Sure is! The killer struck again, almost got their target too... Good thing they didn't try to drive away from it." Another paper folder slid over the counter of the café Gray's Place. A paper stuck out of it, the pictures of an exploded car, a blood covered pipe, and a fingerprint were revealed.
Matty looked up at his brother. "Wasn't this..." he stopped, too scared to continue.
"Yes. It is." Alfred looked out the window and saw a little girl laughing with her older siblings. He smiled, took a sip of his coffee, and continued. "That was Arthur's car. He's in the hospital if you want to see him. It happened just last night too, after he left our house..." the siblings looked out the café and saw the older brother open the trunk of their car, take out a present, and give it to the girl. "I wish we could just forget how this all happened. Pretend Arthur never joined the agency - be happy again. Instead, we just solve case after case and hope he isn't killed. They tried again Matty, this time they were close, so very close."
Matty smiled weakly, "Yeah. We should get going..." he looked out the window and squinted. 'Why is he so familiar?'. "We need all time we can get to look over the crime scene." He stood up and took out a twenty dollar bill and put it on the counter. Alfred sighed and stood up. He looked at the waitress and smirked, a blush covered her face instantly.
Ivan smiled to himself as he cleaned his favorite knife. 'How foolish can those detectives be? I was right outside the window with Natasha and Katyusha [Belarus and Ukraine], and they didn't see me... That Matthew and Arthur did though, when they find me - if they find me - they will die!'.
The sharp knife nicked his finger, and a little drop of blood fell to the floor. Natasha looked over. "You okay, Big Brother?" Ivan smiled at her and nodded. She smiled back, a frightening smile, and continued her book. "Who are we going to kill next?" she asked him as casually as if asking when dinner was.
"Hmmmm... Maybe we could kill that detective major? The one with those three, their major?" he looked back down at his knife, put it down, and grabbed his favorite gun. "I'd love to kill him with my Makarov. You have any preferences?"
"No, not really. Oh, Big Brother, can I kill him on my own? Please? I promise I won't get caught." she was staring up at Ivan, and with her pleading eyes she got whenever she wanted to kill. Nobody could say no to those eyes, not even Katyusha or Ivan.
"I guess so, but you have to leave a note written in his blood." Ivan grinned at his sister, his violet eyes glinting with bloodlust. "Write it out to those three. Write 'We are back.'. That will get them thinking." An uncaring voice, Ivan's voice, the only serial killer with over three hundred murders under his belt, answered his little sister's questioning look. The second highest wanted serial killer grinned a wild grin as she nodded, grabbed two knives, and jumped out the door.
Ivan knew his little sister would not fail him. She couldn't, and she would not be caught. He looked out of the private little shack they owned, and smiled to himself as he always does. 'Little sister will make you proud, father. Just as I have. Those detectives who found you will never find us. We will make you proud!'