"…and this is today's report, signing out with Jack Lewis!"

The cheerful smile on the young man's face made me cringe as I twirled the spoon around in my tea, swirling the sugar around. Roy was asleep on my green blanket, one of the few things that I had taken with me from home. It still smelled slightly of home when I took a deep whiff of it.

I was re-watching the news cast on me, tilting my head and digesting everything I could. I didn't want to be discovered, that was the first rule on heroic deeds, don't get discovered.

I didn't notice anything unusual, the first newscast to get there was the only one that had the doe eyed cashier on their interview. Their views must have popped up. But after that one interview, she wasn't seen again. In the newer footage, there was police tape over the grocery store, and panels and shades placed over the windows. Honestly, I wanted to go there and become a curious bystander, maybe fake out and say I knew the cashier.

No… I brought my thumb to my mouth, chewing on the nail with a withdrawn expression, my hair standing all over from waking up an hour ago and watching news casts for the whole hour. My stomach was filled with tea, and it sloshed as I got up to use the bathroom, my mind still recalling the closed off state the store presented of its self.

A various amount of chalk lines were drawn to show various stages that had happened within the crime. A circle showed where the robber had fallen over, to where he had stood. A small spot marked where parts of his saliva coated the floor. A sample already placed in a petri dish and dyed with purple dye. There was also a point where the bullet was marked, and currently, a blue man with gills was observing with wide eyes.

"The witness said that the man fired in front of the counter, towards the man that was just emerging from the aisle there, correct?" Abe spoke loudly to an agent who was standing by him in a formal fashion. The said man, peered at his notepad, flipping a few papers over. In small writing that looked like a chicken scratched at paper could be made out as Garry Ivan, and a few lines requesting to be returned at said number and such.

"Yes." He spoke in a gruff and short tone as he examined the notes he made during the interview with the daughter of the store owner. His small hand went towards his hair and scratched idly at his blonde scalp.

Abe muttered under his breath quickly, seemingly frustrated with the evidence as he stood up and walked toward where the chalk marked where the apparent man was who stopped everything. Abe let out a frustrated sigh. Rubbing a hand down his face.

"This doesn't make any sense, the gun he was using should have projected the bullet farther than halfway from the robber to the man. What else did the witness say?"

Garry sternly looked down at his notepad again, his eyes staring at the writing he had taken only hours before. "The witness said that the man had his hands out in front of him, and the bullet slowed down and stopped…" He paused, looking at the writing and examining anything that he may have lost within his memory. "After that happened, he began choking with no one near him."

Abe titled his head and blinked curiously. "Choking with no one near him? Was he eating?"

"Witness said his only possession was a gun." He began tapping on a phone near him where he sat, scrolling through what looked like another witness account. He looked disturbed for a moment, not by the case, but by how it was most likely him not getting the data. "In an interview with the shooter." He seemed to shiver at not being able to say he was the one to conduct it. "He was asked how he started choking, he stated that there was nothing to breathe."

Garry seemed skeptical at the evidence that he himself had not collected, his eyes glaring at the phone. Abe strode to the microscope as people fluttered around him, searching for more evidence. The newer agents in the team marking just about everything in their stupidity. In a room behind the cash register, a group of people were furiously talking and pointing out things that no one could make out unless they peered through the open doorway and listened in. Meanwhile, Abe was clicking away at various settings on the microscope that would make any scientist drool. Garry strode up to his side, poised to write down anything in his notepad.

"The cells in his saliva are heavily deprived of oxygen." Abe paused and fiddled with the settings again. "From my calculations, he had no air for about two minutes…. Interview recordings?"

Garry finished writing and pulled out the phone and began scrolling again. "He said it felt like hours…No substantial evidence showing your wrong."

Abe murmured under his breath and continued fiddling with the microscope. He stopped suddenly when his name was called from the room behind the cash register, several men and woman filed out of the room, leaving only one man with graying hair in his cut beard, but none in his hair.

"I think this will help the investigation Abe, sit down if you will."

Garry had followed loyally and everyone peered up to the dark room to see a tape recording from the surveillance cameras littered at odd areas in the store. The one they were looking at had the strange man whose identity no one knew scurrying around looking for boxes of tea.

Garry snorted. "Great, a man who drinks tea. Better find anyone who has a British accent." Abe and the other man ignored him taking notes and his sarcastic comments as the screen played everything that held the man.

Garry's notepad was being harshly written on, for identity use of course. Short blonde hair, worn heavy clothes mean they're used quite often. Mid height… covered in some kind of animal hair. His hand writing only become faster when the man in question emerged from the aisle and the crime scene began.

The man who was controlling the video paused it when the man dropped the tea boxes and put his hands in front of him. "See the stance he's getting into?" He moved a pencil over the screen to show the form of the stance. "No training at all in anything remotely linked to defense or fighting. This stance is something made up all together. See his eyes shift? He's about ready to run, although he's defending himself when the attacker is threatening him." He began playing the video again, pointing out several things in the process. "The bullet is being pushed backwards, do you see parts of the objects to the sides teeter a bit? The door is closed, so no draft could come forth, yet a gust of wind erupted from around the bullet. Then it's just stops and falls to the floor." Abe was intently listening to the man explanation, eagerly blinking and nodding his head, while Garry scratched intently on his notepad, now content that if he spoke he would just be ignored.

"Then the man just snaps out of what he's doing to the bullet, and the mans choking, see?" He paused the video and played a part where the man was walking in. "He's not chewing anything and has no food in his hand." He went back to the previous video he had paused. "After the man began coughing, he fainted immediately, see how-"

Garry watched the man slam money on the counter, then nod at the dumbstruck cashier. "Well, we have a good Samaritan, which helps thin out the list." This earned a glare from the rest of the team in the TV room. The man being glared at shrugged his shoulders and wrote down on his notepad again as they continued watching the video.

"Abe!" Someone spoke in the doorway. "We found…" He held up the plastic baggy with a black and white hair in it.

I opened my window and leaned out, the snow falling quietly on my head as I let Roy out, her black and white body moving across the two story building with expert finesse. She met up with the Tabby who lived two rooms down, her teeth bared she hissed at it till it left her sitting place under the overhang of the roof leaving the Tabby to sit with snow to start covering him.

I tutted at my cat. Running my hands through my hair.

"Roy, you're such an asshole!" I yelled at her. She stared back and let out a contented purr. I let a smile come from my face. I looked down in the street below, eyeing the cars moving at a fast pace. I lived on the edge of college town, the reason why my apartment was so small. I ended up renting a room that used to be a college dorm building. Now it was crumbling pile of red bricks and ivy. Occupied by an elderly dying woman two doors down from me, a waiter, and a drug addict. There were others before, but no one really wanted to live here. Lots of rooms are empty and the owner stores his stuff in them. He's rich enough that he can keep this building and it won't damage his income at all.

I sighed, wishing I was like that. I had to get ready for work in…. I leaned into my room, eyeing the digital clock. Thirty minutes. I groaned and began taking off my t-shirt, throwing It across the room to where it fluttered onto my bed. Clad in only a bra I began slipping on a white shirt for work, dancing off my pants and looking under my bed for black pants. When I found them, scratching came from my window, clueing me that Roy had jumped back in with acrobatic moved onto the window sill. With my hips shimmying into the black jeans, a knock went off from my door and I curiously looked at it.

Who wants to talk to me?

I lifted a brow and opened the door, finding a man in neat clothes. He hair was brushed across his face in a neat manner and he eyed me quickly, staring at my breasts for a moment.

"Hanna… Hucke?" I rubbed my eyes and yawned, nodding at the man.

"I'm Hanna, need something?" I leaned against my door frame, running a hand through my hair.

"Yes, I was wondering what you were doing at…" he opened a notepad and flipped a few papers, causing my eyebrows to furrow in confusion, if he was a bible thumper, like I thought, then why wasn't he handing me a pamphlet yet? "Eight thirty last night?"

I tilted my head at that. "Are you a…Jehovah witness?"

He glared at me, seemingly trying to burn me alive, my body shivering from the look. Roy meowed loudly and I cursed, looking at her behind me.

"No. I am not a Jehovah witness, but what were you doing at this particular time?"

I furrowed my brows, not one to recognize time unless I was getting ready for work. I blushed and scratched the back of my neck with a bashful face.

"I don't really know, I don't keep track of time unless I'm getting ready for work, which is now. If you're asking the rest of the tenants questions, I wouldn't go near 106, even if smoke is coming out from under the door, there's no fire." I chuckled and began closing the door. But before I could even close it, his hand was holding onto the aged wood.

"Ma'am, at least try and give me a valid statement, this is an important investigation."

I frowned, peering out of the door. "And this has something to do with me?"

"No." He gritted his teeth in anger. "I'm just needing a statement, and your avoidance of the question is raising suspicion."

I groaned, hitting me head against the doorframe through he slit of the door while I looked at him.

"I think I was home, watching the news. Nothing else."

Garry peered through the slit to the objects in my room, causing me to close it further.

"Well." He cleared his throat, writing on the notepad. Turning away and leaving me confused. He left as quickly as that I was highly miffed about it. I turned around and closed the door behind me softly. Alright, work… and. Roy has drug snow into the apartment. Great.

"Roy…. Why."

I looked at the black and white cat sitting on my bed while licking her paws, she blinked curiously at me as I sighed.

"You.. just… uggg." I fell onto the bed face first. "I should have stayed at home and went to college with Mom's military money." I mumbled under my breath.

I have a target confirmed, capture after its left the dinner across the street.

Garry texted this message quickly after meeting the estranged and not very well put together Hanna Hucke. He wiped a piece of cat hair off his suit, grunting in dismay.

So, anything wrong with the crime scene, just…. Uh… say it was secret BRPD shit. Yeah, secret shit. Also, please forgive me for Point of view change, it felt necessary, yet I hate them with a passion when reading. It's not so bad when I'm typing them through.
Also, ya know how when ya read a story sometimes, the Protagonist is like super elusive to everyone and leaves no trace? Well, as you read, Hanna is not that person. Hanna moves down a street and breathes, Hanna leaves a tuft of her own hair. Hanna is not Mary-sue when wanting to hide and being able to. Hanna fucks shit up.

If you don't like foul language, I'm sorry; it's how I speak, how I write, and such. Try and replace the word if you wish not to read it, like every time you see shit, you think cupcake or something, or any word you prefer.

Except you can't change the word asshole. Hanna calls Roy that, and that is required to be there for the plot of this story, everything would crumble if Roy was not called an asshole.

But anyhoo, have a nice one, and continue reading everything and anything you can find.

P.S All my stories are updated sporadically, so I may leave one story alone, and another being updated twice a day to once. It happens, so bear with me.