Piltover's docks was a busy place. Ships and trucks were whirling around, filled with all kind of goods. The smell of fish and sea was getting through everything. It was difficult to find your way around and I must've used all my might not to crash. I was glad for the bike, it was an ideal choice for driving through narrow streets. Depot, depot, but she didn't say which depot! There were hundreds of depots and her line was dead. We were crisscrossing the Docks, searching for even the smallest signs of chaos, which would show us the location of the blue haired demon. Nothing, it was as peaceful as it could have been. Jayce's voice was abolished by the engine growling. I've got off the bike on one side street and dialed-up Vi's number again, knowing that it won't work. It didn't. Think, cait, think. Vi knew that there are tons of depots, yet she has said "the depot". I bit my nail and the Hero was watching me aimlessly. I looked away and my gears were still grinding. Blink of knowledge out of sudden and I knew. It was so obvious from the very start! There wasn't time to get on bike, so I just ran off to my destination.

"Cait, where are you going?"

Run down green building left to decay years ago looked as harmonious as all the others around did. No trace of never ending chaos that was Jinx'es indicator. But it has to be right, she couldn't mean any other building than the depot we've first met in. With rifle in my hands, I was searching for a backdoor. Meanwhile I've managed to alarm all the units from the HQ.

"Cait!"

"Cait, wait!"

"What is happening?" Annoying, so annoying.

"Vi is in there."

I wanted to help, but I knew I couldn't do anything like this. However, by-standing seemed much worse. I can't go into depot, it was a part of her plan for sure. Then I've noticed fire emergency ladder on a building near-by. Rifle resting on my back, I've started to climb my way up.

"Nice leather straps." I've heard from below of me. Is he really thinking about that right now? Maybe I should've let him climb first. I didn't bother to asnwer and kept climbing.

I could see the depot inside through a window. Jinx was sitting on a mountain of crates, but all I could see, shoot, were her swinging legs. Vi was standing on the ground, shouting. I was readying for the shot, when the Enforcer acted. Her huge glow punched through the crate and the mountain started to fall apart like domino. Jinx was finally in my line of sight for a clear shot, when she had to jump down of her perch, but Vi stood in my way. I could've stopped Jinx for once and ever, but...I hesitated for a moment and many things happened at the same time. Explosions overtoned everything, all the crates started falling down and chaos took its reign in the building. The dust has lifted and I couldn't see anything...Few moment after, the broken walls has finally let go of their dead weight and the depot has collapsed, burrying both under thousands tons of concrete.

Always thinking rationally, using cold logic...of course. I panicked. Fucked up. I should've shot, shouldn't have hesitated. Because of my poor decision Vi was lying under the whole building. No, I can pity myself later, she could still be alive. The forces were on the way, but are they able to make it? I can't dig through debris by myself, I don't have Vi's gloves or strenght of Jayce. Jayce?

"Help me!" I ordered and went to a place where she most likely was. Under which she most likely was. We worked our way through the wreckage together, he was doing most of the job. Physical strenght has never been my forte. I was always staying behind, the Ace in the Hole, best sharpshooter in all Valoran. And I fucked that up as well. Hidden behind a gun as Vi liked to say. Vi. I commenced gibbing with new power, hands ragged to blood, but I didn't care. To my relief, after few painfully long minutes there was a weak voice.

"What did take you so long, cupcake?"

"Don't speak..."

She looked horrible, face scratched and full of bruiser, hair covered in dust and blood, armor bent... but who would look good after a massage by debris? She closed her eyes and her breath has become shallow. She blacked out.

I sighed and examined her concrete prison. We had to be extremely cautious, one bad move and she will end up crushed. Stupid luck kept her alive- steel reinforced frame of one crates survived deadly pressure of all the wreckage above. Her enourmous gloves helped holding the weight as well. The frame couldn't be moved without risking the fragile structure to fall and jam Vi- we had to take her out like this. I glanced at Jayce knowingly and he's nodded. We had the same idea.

"I will hold it, you pull her out." It was my turn with agreeing, I crunched down to my partner and started pulling. The Hero was lifting the debris to free her legs. After minutes of work, we managed to get her out. Loud sirenes were buzzing in our ears- the ambulance and police forces were here. Just in time. Two medics jumped out of the ambulance and carefully put Vi in. I wanted to go with them, but I've had a lot of tasks to do here. When the heavy technic arrives, I will be able to search the place properly, but I felt in my gut that we won't be able to find the blue braided epitome of chaos.

The Piltover's best hospital could definitely afford more comfortable and less stylish chairs than these metallic nightmares. Shiny white walls and desinfection smell, that's what I was living in for hours. And also looking at my partner in crime(solving), a friend, at how is she lying unconscious on a hospital bed, connected to all kinds of machines. She hasn't woken up from the coma yet, but the prognosis were good, as doctors had said. I knew she was getting taken care of, the best care you could possibly afford in this city, but I visited her everytime I could. These days were hectic, I was pendulating between the crime scene, hospital and my office, I went home just to change my clothes. My gut was right, Jinx wasn't in the depot. No clue, just destruction, that's all that was left of her. Like everytime she's come to Piltover. According to the lab prolusory reports, the explosives were from Zaun. No wonder. On the day of the explosion, there were 6 ships sailing to Zaun, 4 were ferries, I've managed to check 3 of them so far. One ship fell under Zaunian navy admiralty, I would place my bet on that one. Mainly because it didn't fall under my jurisdiction, hence I couldn't legally check it once it left Piltover's waters, so I had to search the other two first. I tucked my haird back behind the rifle and continued viewing case files and photos from the crime scene. Something has to be there, it has to.

"Cait. Go home." Ordered a deep voice from the door. It belonged to Jayce, of course.

"I can't, I have work to do." He ripped out the files from my hands, grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes.

"You won't help anyone by breaking down due to exhaustion. Go to sleep, Cait."

"Don't order me around." I've gotten up and roamed around the room. He was right, I don't know how was I even awake. I sighed once again, grabbed my things and headed to the door.

"Don't you need a lift-up?"

"That won't be necessary. Take care of her." I don't remember my way back home, just flashing lights and hustle of the night city. A spacious suite with terrace and view of Piltover has welcomed me, being the Sheriff had its highlights for sure. I could finally afford a hot bath, after which I felt clean, dispoding of all the dirt and blood of past days. I wasn't relaly injured, but hands are crucial for a sharpshooter, so I paid a lot of painful attention to treating them properly. And now the most important thing, my bed. Rifle leant by the nighttable, always in reach, files on table and I could finally give my tired body a bit of rest. Despite being exhausted, I couldn't fall asleep for hours. There was something, something lingering in my mind. Something obvious that I've overlooked. Something...

The door bell has waken me up. Who could it possibly be?! Distracting me at this time. While getting dressed-up, one name popped-up in my mind, but I hoped I was wrong.
I wasn't. Black hair, arrogant smirk, only the hammer was missing.

"Where are your leather straps?" He asked after examining me head to toe. I decided to ignore the remark.

"Anything new with the case?"

"No, but.."

"Then why are you here?" He wanted to go on, but I stood in his way.

"Won't you invite me to come inside?"

"Try to guess. What is so important that you couldn't use your phone?"

"I thought you would like to hear it in person."

"Vi?"

"Why do you even ask when you know? She is getting much better, should wake up soon. And I couldnt bring you this by phone." He handed me over a plastic bag.

"What is it?"

"You will see." He turned on his heels and disappeared, left me there standing with widened eyes with plastic bag, what a nice morning. I unpacked the box in the plastic bag and it was a dish from my favourite restaurant. If my stomach wasn't crying for food so loudly, I would be angry. How did he know so much about me? Of course, he was the Hero, so he had privileges, but I didn't like it. How much more did he know? I searched the plastic bag and unfolded more lab reports and crime scene files. I satisfied my stomach and read the files during my trip to hospital. I haven't found out anything new. Zaunian explosives, no traces of Jinx. They've managed to search two ships, the one from Zaun was still left. Zaunian bombs, Zaunian ships, Zaunian girl...Zaun, Zaun, Zaun, everything coming from that goddamned city. I won't find out anything new in Piltover it seemed.

I've made my definitive decision when I saw the pale face of my partner plugged into machines. I will go to Zaun and find Jinx.