All I could feel was pain. Tremendous, unbelieavable pain. I was lying helplessly on cold conqrete, I couldn't move, shout. My hair was covered by slowly drying blood, hat, the icon of my persona, resting scrunched next to me...Is this how is the story of Piltover's Sheriff going to end? Is she going to bleed out in a lonely street, without solving the case? Help me, someone help me! Breathing started to take too much effort, the world started fading. I was clenching my trusty rifle with fingers chilled to the bone. Rifle was, much unlike me, unbroken by the fall. The null coldness was hugging my soon-to-be lifeless body, thinking was getting more difficult every second. Farewell, Piltover. And it all seemed so innocently in the beginning..
The window in my office provided me with a breathtaking view of the city of progress at, however, I was not able to enjoy it. A huge pile of files was standing in my way. A huge pile I had to bite through until morning. Murders, robberies, brawls... As if every criminal in Piltover went crazy this week. And at last, but not least, the illegal weapon shipping to Zaun. A long yawn left my mouth and I grabbed another file to close it. Oh, only if it was morning! Wait, there is even more work in the morning. My eyelids are so heavy... Being the Sheriff of Piltover is a quite tiring job, only if I could have holiday...
"You look dreadful, Cait." Voice from above. I've immediately woken up and looked around me.
"What are you doing here?"
"I am the hero, I can go wherever I want to." Oh, right. Jayce, the Hero of Piltover. Since that incident with the crystal he is even more cocky than he's ever been. And now, he is trying to mess with my work. Yes, I need help, but... Whoever else, anyone but him.
"But why did you come here? Don't you have to work at something in your lab?"
"We have to work together, remember? And there is a stamp on your face." He smirked and point at my left cheek. I rubbed it off. Work together? Ok, then work together! I fetched the closest file and threw it to him.
"Sure, go on. Fill in the final report according to form 3C-Z9, the newest proclamation." He answered with a smirk, but he started working on the file. He sat behind Vi's table, not like she has ever used it. Maybe as an ashtray.
"And where is your...co-worker?"
"She is not really the office type, so she is patrolling." Then we went silent and worked. Pile of files was slowly shrinking.
"I've almost forgotten." He ruined our brittle working atmosphere and passed me something. It was a grey long metallic container with flat bottom. I looked at him and the container, not understanding anything. He rolled his eyes and took the vessel, opened it and in a while, I was holding a cup of hot coffee in my hands. Everything was forgotten, everything was forgotten.
"It is my new invention...I will call it, hmm.."
"Thermo flask?" I suggested drinking liquid sleep.
"Not bad."
"Not good either. Pour me more, please." And again, to work.
I was about to close the last file with smile of redemption on my lips, when my cellphone started ringing. I've immediately become alerted, a very few people know my personal number.
"Jinx." Was the only word I've heard. I grabbed the rifle, put on my hat and took off the office at lightning speed.
"Cait, what is happ..." didn't understand Jayce and ran after me. There was no time for pointless questions and answers.
"Where?"
"The dock depot. I go after her."
"Vi, no! Wai..." She hunged up. Damn! I ran out of the police HQ, Jayce breathing on my neck. My service car was not there, it was taken for annual inspection. Why the hell today?! I frantically looked around and noticed a motorcycle. It had to be enough.
"Have you ever riden on that?" Concerned question that shown indications of fear from behind made its way through the engine roaring. No, bikes has never been my style, but I knew how to drive it. If I didn't, I would have much time to learn during the ride. He got on bike behind me, I didn't have time to protest.
We rushed through busy Piltover's roads at dizzying speed. The Hero didn't let go of my waist and didn't look like a hero at all, when my long brown hair slashed his face. I would fine myself for this ride, if it wasn't emergency. I have to stop her, before she proceeds to kill herself!
