Battle of Attu. Cold. Painful. Couldn't stay warm. We moved slowly, pushing our way up the mountain passes. We killed, and they killed. I held on to my M1 Garand, at the ready in case a Jap jumps me. I will stab his guts out.

We set up camp. Sounds of men screaming filled the air, combined with the noise of saws cutting through bone as a good amount of men got frostbite. Some are already dead from the cold. Sounds of wheels carrying artillery guns in the tundra mud turning, only digging deeper and deeper.

A different screaming came our way. We were being attacked! Japs poured out from everywhere, stabbing the men with their bayonets. One ran at me. I moved out of the way and stabbed him through the temple. They continued to attack. My first operation, and already blood is all over me. Blood just kept on falling on me. More and more blood. I craved it.

I was a murderer.

I was a soldier.

Eren gasped for air as he shot up out of his bed, his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat running all over his body. He coughed, the gasp choking him out. Recovering, he looked out the window of his two story house, seeing cars drive by in the beautiful California sunlight.

Battle of Attu, he thought to himself, my first time fighting. 7th Infantry Division. My captain died there, in the bonzai attack. He inhaled and put his face in his hands, sliding his hands up and over his head, exhaling. These nightmares...they never stop.

He sat there in bed for a few minutes, trying to purge the memories from his mind, before he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He looked around at his bedroom, meant for two. His sister and Jean, along with his money, were able to get him this house. With all of my blood money, he thought to himself as he began to get changed. As he tied his tie, his finger fumbled and shook, but eventually he got it tied. The young veteran looked at himself in the mirror, sighing before walking out of his room.

Descending the stairs, he saw it. His achievement. His award. It was framed by the door, his Medal of Honor. For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of life above and beyond the call of duty, he thought to himself, walking past the award, he looked at the kitchen.

He took a step in, his eyes scanning the room for something he needed. Right now, he thought to himself, his eyes settling on the almost-finished bottle of whiskey off on a table, gleaming from the sunlight shooting through the nearby window. He didn't know how long that was left there.

Eren walked over to a cupboard and opened it, pulling out a small glass. Turning back to the table, he reached over and grabbed the bottle, putting the glass on the table to unscrew the top. He looked through the tube at the almost amber-like liquid inside, then tipped it over the glass to pour what was left.

Eren picked up the glass and downed it in one go, the alcohol burning his throat. But it helped, he thought to himself, turning around to sit on the table, sighing. Should I eat? He asked himself.

He hopped off the table and walked out of the kitchen to the front door.

Nah. I am not hungry today.

He opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him to look at his blue Oldsmobile S98 Convertible parked in his driveway. It was covered in droplets from last night's storm. Strange, he thought to himself, how California weather is so bipolar. The detective sighed before getting inside and turning the key in the ignition. Time to get to work.

Parking his car in the lot of Central Station, he got out and walked to the front door, stepping in a few small rain puddles. He opened it to hear a loud bang and crash from some room. He walked up to the front desk, looking at the person manning it, "What was that noise?"

A shout was heard in the distance, the person at the desk pointed down the hall, "The vice detective is interrogating one of the niggers. He is getting really violent."

Eren cocked an eyebrow. He remembered from last night that Jean drove back to the police station, almost emotionless, after the sight of his dead friend shocked him. Eren was sent home by Levi, who said he will keep an eye on Jean. As he made his way down the hall, taking a left to arrive at the first interrogation room. There was a group of officers crowded around the window. Eren walked over and pushed a few aside to look.

Jean slammed his hand on the table that one of the sex dealers from last night was sitting at. Jean looked haggard, not wearing his jacket, his hair in a mess. His eyes looked tired and he seemed tipsy. He pointed at the negro, "I know you...fucking killed him! You...you did it!"

The man stared at the detective wide eyed, "What? That's a bum rap, man! I was here the whole night when your little detective friend and his bitch got shot up! I am not fooling!"

Jean grabbed the table and pushed it to the side, reaching over and grabbing the man. He pulled him out of the chair, and pinned him against the window, pulling back his fist, "Fucking liar!"

Eren thought this was enough. He walked around the corner and opened the door, "Jean! Stop! Let go of the man!"

Jean turned his head to look at the homicide detective, his fist lowering, "But...but he did it! He killed Marco!"

"I am telling you, man, I did not!"

Jean raised his fist, "Shutup!"

Eren walked over and grabbed Jean's wrist, pulling it down. He looked at the one way mirror, "Can one of you get in here and get the sex dealer back to his cell?" He grabbed Jean's other wrist and squeezed it to make Jean drop the man. A cop came in and pulled the man's hands behind his back before leading him away.

Jean wrenched himself out of Eren's grasp, stumbling back, "He was the...the killer!"

Eren took a step forward and slapped Jean, making the latter stumble against a wall, "Sober up, you fucking drunk! It was not him! He was in jail the whole time! Stop trying to find someone to blame!"

Jean frowned at Eren, "But...but who would it be?"

Eren sighed and grabbed Jean by the arm, pulling him along. Jean tried to wiggle out, but Eren's grip was too firm. Eren held a hand out to push open the door to the men's bathroom. He let go of Jean in front of one of the sinks.

Jean cocked an eyebrow, "W-why did you...pull me here?"

Eren grabbed Jean by the hair and shoved his face in the sink, turning the water on. Jean struggled as his face was washed out. His hands banged against Eren and the wall. Eventually, he was able to sputter, "S-stop!..Stop!"

Eren turned the water off and pushed Jean against the wall, making him fall on his rear. Water dripped from his hair, and his vest and button up shirt were soaked at the top. He looked up at Eren, who nodded to him, "You sober now?"

Jean slid his hand up his face, smoothing his hair. He spat some water out, "Yeah, yeah, I am!"

Eren nodded, holding a hand out, "Good. Now get up."

Eren helped his brother-in-law get up on his feet, gesturing for him to follow the homicide detective.

Levi suddenly heard the racket downstairs stop. He looked up from his reports of the shooting, turning his head to peer over his own shoulder at the detective room door closest to the stairs. He shrugged and went back to the reports, looking at the pictures taken of the crime scene.

Suddenly, Jean walked in with Eren behind him. The smaller detective pointed at the seat of Jean's desk, "Sit."

Jean sat down and looked at Eren, glancing at Levi occasionally.

Levi cocked an eyebrow, "Why are you all wet? Did Eren hold you under a sink?"

Eren sighed, pulling a chair next to Jean's desk, "No, it's raining in the bathroom."

Levi's eyebrows went up as he looked back at the reports, "Hm...interesting weather…"

Eren sat down, looking at Jean, he narrowed his eyes, "I know a man better than this. A soldier who fought in Germany, who survived D-Day. He has seen many of his friends dying, just as much as I have. And this man is going to be a father soon, to my niece or nephew. Jean, I need you to be this man, for us, for Mikasa, for your unborn child. I need you to sober up and calm down. I need you to be a detective. L.A.'s finest."

Jean stared at Eren before down at his hands, balling them into fists, "But...it was just...so sudden…"

Eren nodded, "So was Pearl Harbor…"

Jean looked back up, nodding, "You're right. I will stop. I need to take this more seriously."

Eren smiled and nodded, "Good."

Just then, a tall blonde man walked in, his thick eyebrows raising up at the sight of the scene before him.

Levi looked at the man and stood up, "Captain Smith, good morning." He said in his deadpan voice.

Homicide Captain Erwin Smith nodded to Levi, "Good morning, Levi. What is going on?"

Levi looked at the other two detectives, "Just a…'wake up call'...for Jean."

Erwin nodded, "How is the Bott case?"

Levi shrugged, "Not much to go on yet. The coroner is checking the bodies. I was about to suggest that Detective Jaeger and I go back to the crime scene."

The captain nodded, "Alright, get to it, boys! We need a cop killer off the streets!"

Levi nodded, already getting his jacket on, "Yes, sir. Come on, Eren."

Eren nodded, leaving Jean and putting his chair back. He waited for his partner to leave the room before following after him. As they walked out the front doors, Eren pulled a cigarette out of his recently refilled case and put it in his mouth, lighting it before getting into Levi's car. The car started up and left the station parking lot.

Levi turned down his radio, looking at Eren, who blew smoke out the window, "Close the window, Jaeger."

Eren nodded and rolled the window up, turning his head to Levi, who nodded to him, "What are your thoughts on the case, Eren?"

The young detective looked ahead, thinking, "I don't know, sir. It seems like we will be crossing into dangerous territory, but we can't let a killer get away. I think we need to look close enough to find leads."

Levi sighed, "To tell you the truth, Jaeger, I smell mafia all over this. I don't think this was a random shooting."

Eren nodded, "Neither do I, sir," He said, looking out the window to see The Warrior Nightclub, temporarily closed down for obvious reasons, "Neither do I."

The journalists trying to get in turned around to see the detectives car parking opposite to them, and began running across the street. Eren was about to get out, when Levi grabbed his arm. He looked at his older partner, "Remember what I said about the press, Eren, ignore them."

Eren nodded before he got out, getting welcomed by flashes and a million questions. He and Levi both held up their hand to their face to block the blinding photography as they walked through the crowd, pushing them out of the way. As soon as they got past the barrier, the questions and flashing stopped.

Walking inside, Eren couldn't help but notice that the club looked condemned, or dead. I guess because nightclubs don't work well in the day, he thought to himself.

It was then Eren thought of something, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing smoke, "Hey, Levi...who owns this joint?"

Levi looked over as they walked into the main room, where some police officers lingered just in case a reporter got in. He looked at the room, "It's owned by L.A.'s very own Annette Leonhart."

Eren cocked an eyebrow, "Who?"

Levi's eyebrows raised as he turned to look at Eren, "You don't know? I thought you would, being a single young man and all. Annette Leonhart, twenty six years old, California's sweetheart. Singer, actress, a rising star in our state...and maybe even the country."

Eren blinked at Levi. I have never heard of this girl, he thought to himself, scratching the back of his neck, "Uhm...w-what do we have on her?"

Levi and Eren began to walk up the stairs to the second floor. The former sighed, "Well, nothing, really. According to Mayor Reiss, she is a 'well-mannered, respectful young lady.' But there is one thing criminal relating to her. Her last name."

Eren put the cigarette in his mouth, "Leonhart?"

Levi nodded, "Yes. The Leonhart family is a crime group based in Sacramento, and are slowly spreading out across California. Annette does admit that her father is the head of it, but also says that she wants nothing to do with what they do."

Eren nodded again as they stepped up onto the second floor. Eren's eyes snapped immediately to the crime scene. The bodies were gone, taken by the coroner, and all that remained were the holes in the upholstery and the blood on the walls.

Eren's eyes scanned the scene, "What do you think of her?" He asked, putting the cigarette in his mouth.

Levi looked at the scene, pulling out his case to get a cigarette to place between his lips. He lit it and sucked in, pulling it out to blow smoke, "My opinion? I think she is a good girl. She built this place, with money of her own, to give veterans a place to loosen up after the war. Access is free for all veterans. But off duty sailors still have to pay."

Eren nodded, looking at the crime scene, "Well, enough about her, we can talk to her later. Are you noticing something with the, uh...the gunshots?"

Levi looked around, his eyes spotting it. He walked over to the booth to look closer at the holes, taking the cigarette out, "Yeah. They are mostly trained on one area: Marco's spot."

"That means that you were right, this was not a random shooting. These men were triggermen, specifically gunning for Marco."

Levi stepped away from the booth, and putting the cigarette back in, "I think we should talk with the coroner, he could tell us more."

Eren nodded, "Good idea."

As they walked out of the nightclub, Levi looked side to side, pulling his cigarette out. He pointed to his car, tossing his key to Eren, "Go warm up the car. I am going to call KGPL."

Eren caught the key and nodded, "Alright." He said, jogging across the road to Levi's car. The journalists followed after the younger one.

Levi turned to the right, walking down the sidewalk a bit before he reached a gamewell. He opened it and pulled out a phone, pulling the rotary dial all the way to zero before letting go.

He took a step back, looking over at Eren, who was sitting in the car, watching him, journalists swarming his side, when a voice came through.

"Hello?"

Levi turned his head back to the gamewell, "Yes, Operator? Give me Dispatch."

"Putting you through now."

Levi waited as he was being connected to dispatch.

"Dispatch."

Levi cleared his throat, "Ackerman, badge eleven-ninety-three."

"How may I help, Detective Ackerman?"

"Do I have any messages?"

"Let me check...yes, the coroner wants to say he is ready for you."

Levi nodded, "Alright, we were just about to come anyway, thank you." He said before hanging up the phone and closing the gamewell. He put his cigarette back in his mouth before he turned and walked towards the car, pushing past the vultures in suits and getting in the driver's seat, "Checked my messages. Turns out, the coroner is ready."

Eren looked ahead, "Let's not keep him waiting."

Levi parked his car in the lot of the coroner's office, flicking his cigarette out the window. Eren got out first, looking at the building and dropping his cigarette. Levi got out, closing his door and gesturing for his partner to follow. Eren looked at Levi and nodded, closing his door and jogging around the car to follow him up to the front door. Levi opened it and walked in with Eren following behind.

A blonde man wearing glasses looked up to see the two detectives, "Eren, nice to see you again. And nice to meet you, Detective Levi."

Eren gave a slight smirk, finding it strange to see his friend, "Armin? I thought we were working with Moblit."

Armin walked out of his lab, "Uh, yeah, he switched to another division. I am the new coroner."

Levi looked at the slightly taller man, nodding to him, "Well, welcome. KGPL told me you were ready."

Armin looked at Levi and nodded, "Yes, come this way." He said, walking into his lab, where two bodies were lying on a table, Marco and the dame.

Eren looked at the latter, "Has the woman been identified?"

Armin nodded, pointing to a counter, where a few things were spread about, "Over there."

Eren and Levi walked up to the counter, looking at the items. The first was a black purse. Eren picked it up, while Levi looked at the jewelry next to the purse.

Eren opened the purse and looked at the items inside. He picked up what looked to be a driver's license and pulled it up to look at it.

"Her name is Mina Carolina. She is twenty-five...and she is a long way from home."

Levi looked over, "Where?"

"Texas."

"Holy shit…"

"Yeah…" Eren said, looking at Armin, "Any next of kin?"

Armin nodded, "She has a mother. I have called her already. She will be flying in to identify the body."

Eren nodded, putting the license back into the purse and reaching in to take out a picture. It was a picture of Mina standing next to a smaller blonde girl, they had their arms around each other's shoulders and were smiling, the Hollywood sign in the background, "Who is this?"

Levi looked at the picture, "That's her. That's Annette Leonhart."

"I expected her to be...taller…"

"That's what everyone says."

"So this Mina broad is friends with this famous star."

"Apparently. I guess that explains this expensive jewelry."

"Interesting…" Eren said, putting the picture back.

With nothing else important to the case left in the purse, Eren turned around to face Armin, "Anything else you got?"

Armin nodded, "You probably already knew this, but the gunmen shot the couple with submachine guns. More specifically, a Thompson M1928A1."

Eren cocked an eyebrow, "How do you know?"

Armin pointed at the bodies, "The bodies, and the gunshots that I have counted at the scene, almost add up to one hundred bullets. They shot the couple with at least twenty-five each, then shot around the second floor before running out."

"Round drums?"

"Yes, a magazine that usually only M1928A1s could take. Fifty rounds in each, they emptied their guns and ran. One more thing."

Eren nodded, Levi turned around to look, "Yes?" The younger one asked.

Armin gestured to what was Marco's shot up jacket, hanging from a hanger on the wall, "Check what's in there."

Levi glanced at Eren before walking over to the jacket. He picked it up off the hanger and checked the pockets. His face was blank until he reached the right pocket, his eyebrows raising as he pulled out a shot up file. Opening it, his head turned up, "Eren…"

The younger detective walked up, "That's the file he got out of his desk before he ran off to the nightclub. They're...they're just reports."

Levi shook his head, closing the file and holding it out to Eren. Eren took the file filled with holes and opened it.

Inside were shot up pictures, at least five of them. They were all pictures of a window, looking at the sides of the shot up pictures, but the center was all messed up. There was not a thing to identify, except for what looks to be a dress with what looked like wings embroidered into the back and a floppy hat off on the side. In other pictures he could see the headboard of a bed. And that was it, nothing else.

Eren looked up, "You don't think these pictures…"

Levi cocked an eyebrow, "Are something that they don't want to be seen?"

Eren nodded, "Why wouldn't Marco tell us?"

Levi shrugged, "Maybe he thought it would be too dangerous if we knew?"

Eren closed the file, giving it to Armin, "Well. We can't spend all day thinking about what it might be. We have leads to go after. Armin, send a message if anything comes up."

Armin took the file and placed it on the counter, "You got it."

Levi nodded to Armin before turning around to head out the door, with Eren following behind. The older pushed the door open, with the younger closing it. Levi looked over at the Central Division police station across the street, "I suggest we split up. I will go talk to the shooting victims, and I will have you go have a talk with Miss Leonhart."

Eren cocked an eyebrow, "Uhh...o-okay…" He said, looking at the police station parking lot to see his car, "I guess I can...do that…"

Levi gave a smirk, "Good."

Eren drove up the rode to where the rich people stayed, his eyes glancing at the city while driving up the hill. This is gonna be my first time meeting a celebrity, he thought to himself, wondering how he should act. I guess it all depends on the person.

Eventually he saw it. A large estate overlooking the whole city. She got this all on her own? The young detective thought to himself in amazement. He turned his car into a small driveway, seeing a light blue 1939 Cisitalia 202 parked in front of the wide garage door. He parked right next to the smaller car, opening his door to get out. His eyes glided over the coupe, amazed that one was right in front of him. I have heard these things were pretty rare.

He shook his head to get out of the trance, looking ahead to see her whole estate. A pathway cut through the grass lawn. Eren walked along the path, his shoes tapping against the floor. As he walked the path, he saw double doors in front of him, made of what looked to be a rare wood, and a bodyguard on both sides of it.

One was big, muscular, and burly with broad shoulders. He had short blonde hair and almost golden eyes that could stare deep into you. He was wearing a grey button-up shirt with a red tie.

The other was tall, very tall, and slender, with short dark hair and green eyes. He didn't seem to have an aura of confidence like the other guard emanated, but he looked like he could hold his own.

Eren stepped up to the front door, taking off his hat and looking at the two bodyguards, "Good morning, gentlemen."

The muscular one spoke, his voice deep, but almost brotherly, "Miss Leonhart is not accepting visitors right now, she is grieving."

Eren took a step forward, reaching into his suit pocket to pull out his badge, "Well, you see, sir, I was here to ask about the recent shooting at The Warrior. I am Detective Jaeger, Homicide."

The taller one frowned, "He said, Leonhart does not want to talk to you."

Eren looked at the tall man, "Well...actually...he said she was not accepting visitors. She might want to talk to me. I am an interesting guy. I am also not a visitor."

The muscular one stepped closer, "Are you getting smart with us?"

Eren shrugged, "If it went right over your heads...then no…"

The stronger one growled, when a smooth voice from beyond the door called out, "Reiner, please be a dear and let the detective in! I wish to speak with the fellow!"

Reiner looked at the door before frowning at the small detective, reaching over and opening the door for him, "Please come in."

Eren nodded to the brute before walking past the door, putting his hat back on. He stopped in the foyer, looking around at the painted pictures, some of the celebrity, and some from famous artists. He heard the voice come from the other room, "Detective, please join me in my living room." He could've sworn he heard some southern accent coming from the room.

Eren turned the corner to see a living room with red carpet and a great view of the city of L.A through a full length window. In front of the view lay a white classic piano, and in the center lay a red sofa. On this sofa lay a small girl on her side wearing a black funeral dress, probably almost a foot smaller than Eren. Her short blonde hair cascaded down the side of the sofa, her head resting on the armrest as her left arm hung off the edge, and her right arm rested across her top side. Her extraordinary blue eyes were looking at a TV with a blank expression. She glanced over before looking back at the TV, "Hello, Detective Jaeger, welcome to my home. Have you ever watched the Small Fry Club?" She asked, the very slight southern twang definitely noticeable.

Eren walked further into the room, looking at the TV to see Bob Emery playing to pre-schoolers, "I never watched much TV in my life. I was told it rots your brain. Besides, isn't this show for, uh...children?"

The woman smirked at his comment, "We are all children on the inside, Mr. Jaeger." She said, swinging her legs over to sit up on the sofa, her head turned to the Detective, her piercing blue eyes meeting his green ones, "But enough about that. You aren't here for that. You want to talk about the shooting at my club."

Eren noticed it wasn't a question. Of course she knows why I am here, he thought to himself, taking off his hat, "Yes, ma'am, if you don't mind."

The woman nodded and stood up off the couch, "Before that, I forgot my manners," She said, holding her hand out to him, "Annette Leonhart, but you can call me Annie."

Eren took her hand and raised it up to his lips, brushing it against her soft skin "Eren Jaeger."

She gave a slight smile, her red lipstick brightening as her pearly whites were shown for a brief second, "Ask your questions."

Eren turned the hat in his hands before putting it back on his head, "Well, uh...where were you on the night of the shooting?"

Annie turned around and walked towards the window, "I was here, talking to my mama on the phone, playing a bit of piano. Around nine o'clock I decided to go to bed. Then today…" She began, sighing, "I learned about it."

Eren nodded, following her to the window, "Do you know anyone who might want to hurt you or your business?"

Annie looked at Eren, her hair whipping around, "No. I am a kind, legit businesswoman."

"Even with the connections to your father?"

"Even with that, they should know I want nothing to do with my father's work. But I still love him."

"Daddy's girl?"

"You could say that."

Eren looked down, "Uhm...you sure? No higher ups, no criminals, no...nothing?"

She nodded, turning to walk to the piano, "Yes." She said, turning her head around, "Shit, where's my cigarette case?"

Eren reached into his jacket to pull out his case, opening it in front of her, he held it out to the woman.

Her blue eyes peered down at the nine cigarettes neatly lined up. She glanced at Eren, who nodded, before nodding back and taking one cigarette. The detective put the case away and pulled out his lighter. She put the cigarette between her lips, her middle and index finger holding it as Eren brought the lighter up and flicked it a few times before a flame flickered to life, lighting the cigarette.

She sucked in before pulling the cigarette out, a stream of smoke escaping her lips. She sighed, "Thank you, I needed that."

Eren shut the light and placed it back in his vest pocket, "It is nothing, Miss Leonhart."

Annie made an L shape with the formation of her arms, the cigarette held close to her lips. She shook her head, "Detective Jaeger, I told you, please, call me Annie."

Eren smiled, "As long as you call me Eren."

Annie smirked, "Deal. So...anymore questions?"

Eren nodded and looked out the window, "When I was at the, uh...coroner's office, I found a picture of you and the victim, you were friends?"

The celebrity looked down at her bare feet. She took a few steps towards the center of the room, "Yes...we were...very close. I met her back in Texas…"

Eren looked at the blonde, "You went to Texas?" He realized how stupid of a question that was, considering her slight accent.

Annie nodded, "Yes...when I was at least fourteen. My mother lived there, and wanted to stay there, away from my father and his mob business. Yes, I know you know."

Eren smiled, "Well, to be honest, Annie, the first time I have ever heard of you was this morning."

Annie gave a short chuckle, "I thought you would know about me."

"That is what my partner said." Eren laughed, "Well, yes I do know about your father. Anyway...please...continue…"

Annie nodded, "Well...I decided to come live with my mother for a while to get away from the hustle and bustle of Sacramento. I stayed there until I was twenty, and Mina and I decided we will make it on our own in Los Angeles. Hollywood!" She exclaimed, a smile touching her lips, but it quickly faltered, as she sat on the back of the couch, looking down at her feet, "Mina...she somehow got connections with a man in the show business. When he heard my voice, he knew I was meant for the stage...but Mina was not. Her accent was too strong. But she supported me, and we were still the bestest of friends...through it all…"

Eren could see the tears fall from her eyes onto the skin of her feet. Her lips quivered as she shook her head, "I can't...I can't believe she is gone…right when her life was turning around…"

The detective took a step towards her, reaching a hand out, "Annie…" He began, placing a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it slightly, "I know what it is like to los-"

Before he could finish that sentence, a foot hooked around his ankle and a hand pushed his face, tripping him. He slammed down on his back, his eyes wide in surprise by the sudden test of gravity. He could hear the woman's voice, almost disgusted.

"You don't know what it's like…" She hissed, standing over him, her eyes red, "I think you have asked enough questions, Detective Jaeger, you may leave now."

Eren turned over and pushed himself up onto his feet before looking at the woman, "Miss...Leonhart?"

Annie's back was facing him. She looked over her shoulder her pronounced nose wrinkled as she turned to him, "I said get out!" She shouted, throwing her cigarette at him.

Eren felt the cigarette bounce harmlessly off of him. He looked down and stepped on it, putting it out, as he began to hear her sob.

He heard the sound of a door opening and heavy footsteps coming his way. Then he heard the brute's voice, "You have upset the lady. We suggest you leave. Now."

Eren looked at Annie one last time before nodding and turning around, "Of course, my apologies." He said, walking out the door.

As he walked to his car, he remembered the sight of women on the docks looking for their lovers as they got off the boat from war, to find that they have died. Annie was almost like one of those women, broken and crying.

Levi walked across the street as Eren drove away, smirking to himself. Oh, what it was like when I was younger, he thought to himself. Walking past the Central Police Station, his feet automatically dodging rain puddles as to not mess his shoes up, he turned a corner to see the Central Receiving Hospital directly behind the station, with several ambulances parked around.

He ascended the two steps so that he could opened the front door. He entered, his black leather shoes clicking and clacking against the floor, causing echoes to bounce off the walls.

A young nurse was at the front desk, looking at a clipboard before she noticed the detective. She turned her head up, giving a smile, "Hello, how may I help you?"

Levi gave a very small smile, pulling his hat off, "Yes, I am Detective Levi Ackerman. I was wondering if any of the victims from last night's shooting were conscious and able to talk?"

Her eyes lit up before she grabbed a clipboard, looking at it, "Yes, some of them are. Just around that corner, past the doors. There should be two in each room."

Levi nodded before turning the corner, placing his hat back on his head. He held a hand out to push the doors open, seeing several doors lining the wall.

He opened the first door, seeing that the two were sleeping. He didn't want to disturb them. Closing that one, he went on to the next one, he opened it to see one of the victims asleep, and the other, a young lady, was staring up at the ceiling, looking down at the noise of the door opening to see the detective.

Levi stepped in, walking over to the bed of the girl, stopping beside it, "Hello, miss, my name is Levi Ackerman. I am a homicide detective."

The girl was a bit nervous, slightly shrinking back from the man, until she heard he was a detective. She sighed in relief and nodded, "You want to ask me...about the...thing...last night?"

Levi nodded, "Yes. Do you remember anything...anything that could be important?"

She shook her head, "I didn't know what happened until I was on the floor, clutching my side." She said, wincing from the pain of her wound, "I am sorry detective."

Levi held a hand up, "It's fine, sweetheart. Thank you for your time." He said before turning around and walking out the door.

He sighed as he walked to the next one, opening it. He saw that the two victims looked to be asleep. As he was closing the door, a voice came through, "Hello?"

Levi looked back inside to see a young man with black, thick-rimmed glasses and short cropped black hair sticking out of the bandages placed around his head, awake. He was cocking an eyebrow at the detective, who stepped in, closing the door behind him. He talked as he walked up to the young man, "Hello, my name is Levi Ackerman, I work as a homicide detective. What is your name, boy?"

The man frowned at being called a boy, but brushed it off, "My name is Beaure, I work as a journalist for the LA Times. You are here for the shooting at The Warrior...yes?"

Levi nodded, "I wanted to ask a few questions."

Beaure nodded, "Can...can I have a cigarette first?"

Levi cocked an eyebrow before taking out his cigarette case and pulling one out. He gave it to the journalist, then took out his lighter to light the cigarette for him. He shut the lighter with a clink, putting it back in his pocket, "I wanted to know if you remembered anything from last night? Anything important? Did the shooters say anything?"

Beaure blew out smoke, looking ahead, "Yes...I did…"

"Well...what?"

Beaure glanced at the detective, "I was sitting near the couple that were killed. The two men walked up and I swore I heard them say something like, 'Regards from Leonhart' or something, but I heard the name Leonhart...and that's it..."

Levi's eyes widened as he heard this, nodding, "Alright, that is all I need to know...for now…here is my card, call me if you remember anything else." He said, giving a card to Beaure before immediately turning around and walking out the door, not saying a word to the young man.

As Levi walked out of the hospital, thoughts began to rush through his mind, all of them containing the name. Leonhart.

A/N: It was very hard trying to find out about the Central Receiving Hospital, as in 2005, it was torn down to make the Rampart Station. So I tried my best, and hope it was close enough. As you can see, I am trying to make the chapters as long as I can while still containing the quality I give. I hope you all enjoyed, if something is wrong, or you want to express your support, please comment. Thank you for reading!