This story is a make up one for the discontinued Ereri story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Snk or the characters. Only the plot.

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Location: Central Park, New York

*Crunch*

A constant sound was all Levi could here, besides the panting and the wind rushing around him as he sprinted through Central Park. He saw a shadow up ahead diving in a bush. 'Idiot' was all that came to his mind.

He rushed to the bushes where the shadowed man had hid. All Levi saw was the man tied up and gagged, hanging limply off of a lamp post. Levi sighed. 'Again?'

He took out his cellphone and dialed a number well knowed to him. It ringed once, when it stopped and a deep, yet not to deep voice questioned him. "Levi, did you get the perp?" The raven haired man replied with a 'no'.

"What? Why what happened?" The voice on the other line asked.

The raven haired male ignored the pleas of the tied up man and informed the other.

"He happened again, Erwin. This guy keeps doing the NYPD's work. I say we should stop fucking around with these other guys, and start wrapping this case"

Erwin sighed. "I'll send Petra and Hanji to come pick you and the perp up. When your back at the station fill out a witness form. Then go home and get some rest. You'll need it. I got permission to start this case with some help"

Great now he was stuck with shitty four eyes and paper work. 'Wait, help?'

"What kind of help?" Levi questioned, clearly agitated if he was assigned to work with others. He did everyone of his cases solo. No matter what anyone said, and he was declared by the mayor himself that Levi was a one man army. So he saw and had NO need for help.

"I'll get to it tomorrow at the meeting. Just some rest. That's an order." Erwin demanded, then hang up. Levi simply 'Tch' and waited for shitty four eyes and Petra to get im to the station.

My name is Levi Ackerman. I'm 35 and live in New York, if you didn't already fucking know that. I'm apart of the NYPD police force and I'm second in charge. I have a simple life, if you call hunting down criminals, almost getting blown to smitherens by terrorists' bombs (and Hanji) a few times, almost getting killed, and ocasionally killing criminals if needed, simple. Then yes, my life is simple. Until the Factory Case came into the eyes of the NYPD. It's about a whole cult who kills people. Sometimes to make clothing, sell the organs (or whole people) to the black market, to make drugs, to keep people quiet about things, or for the hell of it. It wasn't just the case, it was the one person who came along into it.

Well hope this makes up for the lost Ereri story. *sniffs* We'll miss you!

Next chapter will come out Thursday. Hopefully.

Let's cross our fingers.

Enjoy, my dumplings~