Yay! My first crossover! This part is kinda short; it's just the intro. I hope you like! Please R&R! BTW, this story is not my priority. My Okami one is. I just wanted to know what you guys think. For those of you who don't know, Richard Maxwell is a character from Odyssey who first appeared in Album 5: Daring Deeds and Sinister Schemes. He mysteriously disappeared in Darkness Before Dawn, where he was last seen in the hospital after he jumped out of a car (I know, you like him already). My theory? He's an Ekat! Anyways... here you go!
John Avery Whitaker hurried after police inspector Daniel Jones. They were in Frisco, a small yet quickly growing city in Texas. Whew, he thought as they turned a corner into an alley, This place is like a maze! All these twist and turns is making me want to go back to Odyssey!
They took a right turn, a left turn, another right, and found themselves facing a circular opening with at least six different ways to go.
"Well, which way now, Daniel?" Mr. Whitaker inquired.
Jones glanced down at the small screen of his cell phone, which was being used as a tracking device right then, and started walking towards the one that was front/right.
"The signal's getting stronger. He's not getting away this time. I'm gonna figure out what he's up to, then haul him back to Odyssey for questioning."
Whit sighed as he followed Jones, who was rapidly increasing his speed, "I sure hope we find him, too. But he's pretty good at deceiving people. He might have let you pick up his signal while he snuck away." I wish I knew what you're up to. Why did you disappear? Where are you?
"Ha! Not this time. This time, I'm not gonna let him out of my sight," Jones turned right, his eyes glued to the phone. He glanced up, and stopped so suddenly that Whit bumped into him.
"Dead end..."
"What in the world-"
There, a strange sight was set out in front of them. A lone young man, about 21, was lying on the ground; apparently dead. He was up against the wall, as if he was standing there and had slid down. There were places in the ground that looked like three other people had been lying on the ground, too. And four sets of footprints leading in, but none leading out. Four guns lay strewn about, as though they had been dropped.
Mr. Whitaker stepped forward, "Who is that?"
"Whit, don't touch. There might be a few recognizable footprints. You'll mess them up."
"But, who-" He went towards the young man, taking care not to step on any footprints, "It's- no. It- it couldn't be," Whit stepped around him, then crouched down to get a look at his face, "Richard!"