The Sun wasn't even out by the time she parked her bike nearby the police station.

With stomping boots, she entered the empty station and made her way to the Sheriff's office.

Her eyes narrowed at the thought of the Sheriff.

She didn't even bother turning on the lights as she walked, knowing she'd just slam her notice of resignation on the desk and leave, letting it sit there until Caitlyn's shift started.

She reached the office—

The creak of the door as she opened it made a figure inside the office jump—

Vi's grip on the handle tightened as she watched how Caitlyn quickly sat up, rubbing the sleep off her eyes in a brief gesture with her index and thumb, before blue was looking at her, the grogginess of sleep quickly giving way to the ice cold that characterized her.

"You don't knock," Caitlyn said, her voice husky with sleep, cracking as she tried to push it out of her throat.

"What the Hell are you doing here?"

"How come you didn't expect me here?" Caitlyn asked, "Didn't you wonder why the door was unlocked?"

Vi stared at her for a second, "I just had a feeling it was open." She shook her head, "Whatever, I don't owe you explanations anymore," She said, slamming the paper she carried on the desk, "I'm out." She sentenced, as if the explanation was needed, all while looking for her badge, which she also placed on the table before she turned and walked towards her door, her hand moving towards the handle as she heard Caitlyn's chair move behind her—

"You don't get angry all the time."

The statement had been rather simple, yet it held a heavy air to it; it weighed on the atmosphere, like a haze.

It froze Vi's hand on the door's handle as she was turning it, leaving it as stiff as the rest of her body.

It made the silence thick.

Seconds stretched before Caitlyn spoke once more, her voice piercing through the quiet like the rumble of a movie's dialogue on a television that hadn't been turned off, the noise coming out of it shaking Vi awake as if the volume had been turned louder;

"You get angry only when you care."

Vi frowned, before twisting her head to look at Caitlyn, no words coming out of her mouth.

Caitlyn was standing, slightly disheveled but looking as formal as ever as she spoke once more, her eyelids faintly droopy, sleep quickly leaving her, "You don't get angry unless there's someone you care about involved in the matter that has the potential to anger you." She swayed on her feet before slowly moving around the room, "That's why you don't care when police officers look down on you, but you do when they look down on someone you like." She was right in front of Vi when she said, right after a sigh, "And that's why you didn't react to Dean being homophobic, but immediately exploded when I did the same."

Vi's frowning eyes were moving from one side of Caitlyn's face to the other, as if looking for an answer in the icy blue that stared back.

Caitlyn went on, "That's what I was testing you for, when I sent you to the administration office that day." She confessed, nodding her head. "I wanted to see what made you tick."

Vi pressed her lips together. "Well, congratulations. You discovered that."

Caitlyn shook her head. "No, I found out what made you tick by accident, by being the one to push your buttons, which I didn't mean to do." She sighed, "That day in the office I only realized you've got your priorities better set than the rest of us."

"Of us?" Vi echoed, before huffing out a laugh, "One would believe you're speaking for yourself, as well."

"Because I am." Caitlyn simply stated, "Because I should have focused on getting to know my partner better, the moral way, rather than through testing with her as if she were a lab rat."

"Ballsy of you," Vi said, her eyes cold in a way Caitlyn hadn't seen before, "To call me a lab rat to my face."

"I'm doing quite the opposite here, Vi," Caitlyn said, hyper-aware of the underlying statements that floated in the air. "I'm saying I was wrong for doing this with you; for treating you like that."

Of all people, you.

"So you're being Captain Obvious and stating what we all knew from the very beginning, right?" Vi said, pretending to be genuinely intrigued by Caitlyn's words. "Thanks for letting me know what I was already well aware of, Wright!" She smiled and patted her twice on the shoulder, "Good luck with your next partner."

Vi turned to leave, pulling the door open—

The pink haired pugilist's eyes went from a hot glare to a bored expression as Caitlyn quickly stepped in between her and the door, shutting it close once more as she pressed her back against it, a defiant look in her eyes as she held Vi's stare.

"I gave you a chance when we first met, didn't I?" Caitlyn said, the defiance quickly giving way to a fake, subtle submission as she knew the former wouldn't sit well with the brawler. "I ignored everything I had heard about you and I gave you a chance to prove everything I knew about you wrong, didn't I?" She said, giving Vi a few seconds to answer which she didn't use, so she kept on going, "All I'm asking is that you do the same for me this one time, Vi."

Vi didn't look like she was buying it. "And why should I? You gave me something I had never asked for." A pause, "And I'm replaceable, anyway." She scoffed, "Get yourself a straight girl as your partner, next time." She placed her hand on the handle and tried to open the door—

Caitlyn slammed her palm against the flat surface and shut the door once more, defiance back in her eyes, "You're not replaceable."

Vi rolled her eyes, "Yeah, sure, whatever you say, just let me go and get yourself another—"

"I don't want another partner!" Caitlyn barked at her, posh accent getting thicker as she lost her composure.

Surprisingly enough, Vi's first reaction to her outburst wasn't anger.

It was silence.

Not out of meekness, though, but more out of being taken aback.

She knew the window of time before Vi talked back was small, so she quickly spoke, "I don't want another partner." She sighed, "I can't have another partner," Cailtyn said, her voice tense, electric in a way as her words spat the static of her anger, "It's you or no one, Vi."

"Then have no one, Caitlyn."

"I can't have no one!"

"Why not!?"

"Because you've shown me how much of an idiot I can be!"

This time, her silence was out of honest surprise.

Caitlyn was glaring at her, but the brawler could tell it wasn't exactly directed to her as the Sheriff breathed deeply, her voice lowering as she brought it down from her angered frenzy, "You've made me look like an idiot just by being yourself."

Vi looked at her, bored. "No one thinks you're an idiot, Caitlyn."

She shook her head, "I do."

Vi's bored expression gave way to one of surprise, again.

She had not been expecting Caitlyn to tell her she had made her look like an idiot in front of herself.

She sighed as she tried to bring her own energy down to that of an annoyed defeat, her index and thumb pinching the bridge of her nose.

Vi watched her as seconds passed, Caitlyn's eyes closed as she simply breathed in and out.

"I'm very bad at teamwork, Vi," Caitlyn said, anger gone but the energy of it still in her, "In this city, either you use who you meet for your own benefit or you get used for theirs and there's no other way around it." She looked away for a second, "I guess I got too comfortable with Pilties to remember some people aren't like us and are actually nice human beings."

She looked at Vi, finding her staring back at her, a bored expression on.

Then, she raised her eyebrows.

Caitlyn tried not to groan, suppressing it through a long exhale. "I owe you an apology for the way I behaved last night. I was rude to you, my attitude was completely uncalled for and you didn't deserve that treatment, let alone from me." She sighed, "The truth is that all you said last night was true. I'm not used to people not using me, let alone treating me nicely just because they feel like it." She shrugged, "I guess I've not had enough experience with people like you."

Vi cocked her hip to a side, before raising only one eyebrow.

Caitlyn sighed, "And maybe I'm a little full of myself."

Vi snorted, "A little?"

Caitlyn's eyes narrowed, "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Vi." She warned, "I might be a bit self-absorbed but it's not that I believe everyone is after me." She looked bored, "I just happen to be in a position of power and it makes sense for some people to want to step over me."

"Yeah, well," Vi said, getting closer, "You'd do well in remembering I'm not like the people you've met thus far."

"And you'd do well in remembering me neither."

Vi huffed a laugh, "That I can tell; it's not everyday that a Piltie apologizes, let alone to some Zaunite pleb."

Caitlyn glared. "I don't think like that."

Vi nodded her head slightly, "I know you don't."

"Well, if you do," Caitlyn stretched her hand out for Vi to shake, "Will you give me a chance to prove it through actions?"

Vi looked at her hand, a dubious look in her eye. "I'm not convinced yet."

Caitlyn searched her eyes with quiet annoyance—

There was mirth in her eyes, no matter how badly she tried to downplay, mask it as anger.

Vi was enjoying it.

She knew immediately what she wanted her to do, then.

Because I told her I owe her an apology, but I never gave it to her.

Caitlyn sighed, "I'm sorry for being an idiot to you."

Vi smirked, nodding her head, "Okay, that's what I was missing," She said, before grabbing Caitlyn's hand, gripping it strongly as she let out on a low voice, "Don't let me down again because I won't give you another chance."

But Caitlyn matched her energy as she let out her own warning, "Don't insult me again."

They held each other's stare for what felt like an eternity, before Vi offered a small smirk, "I will not do paperwork."

Caitlyn's eyes narrowed. "Absolutely not."

"For a month."

"For a day."

"For a week and that's my final offer."

Caitlyn groaned, "Fine."

Vi shook her hand then, "Pleasure making business with you," She said, before walking back to the desk and grabbing her notice of resignation with both hands, one on each corner, her face becoming serious once more then, "I want you to know that I'm doing this because I genuinely think you just made an honest mistake with me and deserve a chance to prove me you're worth it, Cait," Vi told her, "But know this is the only time I will agree to this. Next time," She tore the paper in two, before getting ready to rip it in four, "I won't say yes."

"There won't be a next time," Caitlyn said, somewhat relieved she managed to convince Vi.

"You will have to tell me what you learn of me, as well." Vi spoke her thoughts, "Like this whole you get angry when you care thing."

Caitlyn nodded her head, frowning slightly as she thought, "You also let go of things fast when you feel like the other has learned from their mistakes."

"Wrong." Vi warned, making Cailtyn look at her, "I let go of things fast when I feel like the other is genuinely sorry for their mistakes."

Caitlyn nodded her head, "I see." She walked up to her side of the desk, opening up a drawer and taking out a few papers out of it, handing them to Vi, who looked at them with skeptical eyes.

"I told you I was not going to do any paper—"

"It's not work." Caitlyn said, "Read them."

Vi inspected the sheets of paper as she flipped them over, skimming through them. "A lease contract?"

"A flat in the upper city, all for you." Caitlyn said, taking out her telephone from one of her pockets, her thumb playing around the screen, "It's a few streets away from mine. I know I had said I'd bring alternatives but I consider this one to be the best of all alternatives, so I chose for you instead."

Vi's eyes didn't move from the pages as she read the characteristics of what would be her new floor. "You're telling me you were this confident about me not quitting?"

"No," Caitlyn said, honestly, "I didn't imagine I'd manage to convince you, but I like to be ready for all possible outcomes."

Vi eyed her for a second, before putting down the lease contract on the desk once more. "Okay." She sighed, "And how much will this hurt my pocket?"

"Zero," Caitlyn said, her eyes on her phone.

Vi snorted, "Yeah, right. Who will pay for it? The Mayor?"

"I will." She said, side-glancing at the brawler, watching her expression of mirth give way to one of surprise.

"You can't pay for this," Vi inspected the characteristics of the flat once more, "It sounds a bit expensive."

"Special price requested by and received from the Mayor since he's the one forcing you to move and more than enough money in my bank account to afford it." She said, seeing Vi ready to complain, "And before you say anything about it," She pressed her finger onto the screen of her telephone once more, "I just paid for the first six months in advance. After that, you can start paying the contract yourself."

Vi sighed, "And how am I supposed to repay that?"

"That's the thing," Caitlyn said, "You're not."

Vi glared at her, not anger pushing the expression, but a sort of awkwardness instead. "I can't accept something like that, Caitlyn."

"You will have to," Caitlyn said, matter-of-factly, "Because the payment already went through and I cannot get the money back."

Vi groaned, self aware, before sitting down, letting her head hang off the backrest.

Caitlyn sat down, her spine straight.

The air was still somewhat tense.

Air blew out of her nose as she thought of the situation like placing a band aid on top of a cut; the wound was hidden, but it didn't mean it wasn't there, still.

Laughing at the poor patching, threatening to bleed through it with each throbbing pulse.

She forbid herself from reacting, flinching as Vi unexpectedly leaned forward, "So, what do we do now?"

Caitlyn stared, "There's still three hours more before our shifts officially start."

"Okay," Vi said, "When do you think I could be moving to the new apartment?"

"As soon as I deliver the signed papers to the owner, he should be handing me the key."

She quickly grabbed a pen and ran through the contract one more time, typing her new address in her phone, placing her signature in the places where it was required, before handing them to Caitlyn, standing up and moving to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to dismantle my place in Zaun, gather what I want to move in with me and get it ready to go," Vi said, looking over her shoulder at Caitlyn, "I'll come by when I'm done to see if you've got the keys."

Caitlyn raised a brow, "Why not just call me to check?"

"Because I don't have your number."

Her expression went back to neutral, "Oh."

Vi nodded her head once, "I'd better get going," She said, opening the door to Caitlyn's office, "I'll see you later."

And then she was alone.

Again.

Her eyes fell on the one piece of paper none of them had glanced at, the only one that she had not signed last night.

Caitlyn grabbed the request for Vi's desk and inspected it.

The ride back to Zaun in her motorbike was fast, but the silence made it slow.

Inside of her there was turmoil; Her most natural instinct, the defensive rage, screamed at her to go back, to quit the job Caitlyn had tied her to.

And she would have followed it, she would have done it, but…

But.

But the whisper on her shoulder, the curious-toned voice that suggested she tried one more time had caught her attention.

So despite all odds, she had followed it.

She drove her motorbike at a comfortable speed, goggles finally not on the top of her head but on her eyes, helmet forgotten as it hung from her elbow, useless.

She drove to a mechanic's workshop, a voluminous man with a balding head, a bushy beard, a blind eye and a prosthetic leg was standing right on its entrance, trying to fix a car as its front was raised in a platform, half of the man's body underneath it as he worked, his body laying on the ground, only sign of life being his arms as they frantically moved back and forth.

Vi parked her bike and took off her goggles, "Henry." She called out, watching his arms abruptly stop mid-movement before he slid from under the car, his face finally visible, dusty with the car's residue and rust, visuals that made her raise a brow as she said, "You need a shower."

The man smiled, a tooth glimmering stronger than the rest of them, "Says you!" He spoke in a loud voice, before getting up and hugging Vi, the woman careless of his current hygienic state. "Long time no see, Vi."

She nodded, "That's true." She smirked, "Silver tooth, really?"

The man gave her a toothy grin, "I was tired of having that one whole on my perfect smile!"

She laughed, "Perfect smile. Yeah," She looked at him with mirthful eyes as he lightly punched her arm, "Sure."

"Shut up, punk," He said in a growl, though it was evident he was being playful. "What brings you here, girl?"

"I'm moving to Piltover," She said, no rodeos to her words, going straight to the point with a grimace, "And I need your truck to do so."

His eyes remained wide, though his smile vanished ever so slightly, his hands busy as he had grabbed a rag, attempting miserably to clean them even if just a bit. "Becoming a Piltie, Vi?"

She looked annoyed at the words, "Don't even mention it." She sighed, quickly replying to the question he had yet to ask, "Work demands I move."

"Ah," He nodded his head, the intensity of his gaze diminishing as his stare became lazy, "Sheriff Wright wants to keep you on a tight leash, I see."

Vi scoffed, "Good luck to her." She let out on a quick breath, "Anyway, I was here to ask you if you could help me with it."

"Surely," The man said, "When do you need to move?"

"Today," She said, watching his eyes widen slightly before saying, "Right now."

"Okay, now that's quick decision making and the rest is bullshit." He commented, nodding his head, before his eyes darted from Vi's to the car he was fixing, "Do you think you can wait until I'm done with this? I just need to finish adjusting a bolt and then I have to inspect the engine. The owner says she hears a rumble coming from the hood of the car."

Vi walked towards the front of the car, "Finish with the bolt, lower the car and I'll check it while you get yourself a bit more presentable." She raised a brow in a playfully disapproving look, "Wouldn't want you looking this disgusting in the uppercity."

The man let out one loud huff of a laugh. "You're right! They wouldn't let me in." He placed himself underneath the car once more. "You've got yourself a deal, Vi." He said, tightening the bolt before coming back up and lowering the car. "I'll see you in a bit."

The pink haired woman lifted the hood of the car and started checking the engine out, looking for whatever was not working.

She found it quickly: the cylinders were misfiring.

Problem with the fuel injectors.

She took a look at them, testing them out for the different, possible issues they could be having, to reach the conclusion they were clogged, leading to a weak fuel pump.

In a matter of minutes she took them off the car.

Enough time had gone by that Henry was back, all ready to go. "Found the issue?"

"Fuel injectors," She told him, "Pass me new ones?"

The man obliged, watching her as she dexterously placed them on the car, lowering the hood and securing it once more right after installing them properly.

She hit the hood twice with the palm of her hand, "That should be good to go."

"We'll test it once we're done with your moving." The man said, giving Vi a damp rag so she could scrub her hands. "Come on, now," He said, unlocking his truck as she finished cleaning herself, "Let's go."

The man got on the driving seat as Vi got on the passenger's, immediately taking over the radio as she changed the station up until she found one that played music she fancied.

The man laughed as he started driving, "Some good old fashioned glam rock to ease the soul?"

Vi nodded, relaxing onto her seat. "And please the ears." She said, leaving a few seconds of silence between them before she finally spoke once more, "How's Zaun been holding up recently?"

"Shouldn't you, of all people, be aware of how things are around here?" He frowned, "Didn't I see you arresting someone the other night?"

"We can apprehend robbers and stuff over here, but we aren't informed of what happens around Zaun unless it's really big and Zaunite police needs Piltovian police to come and help." She shrugged, "They don't really like us snooping around, say we make them look bad, so they keep us in the dark."

"Do you inform them of what goes on in Piltover?"

Vi shook her head. "We don't. It's really one-sided, this whole thing." She frowned at Henry's frown.

"I have a feeling you shouldn't be telling me this."

Vi held his gaze for a few seconds, "I have a feeling your feeling is right."

They stared at each other for a few seconds, before laughter managed to bubble up its' way up and out of their mouths.

"You're a wild ride, Vi," The man said, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Thanks, Henry," She replied, trying to calm down. "I try to be."

They got to Vi's warehouse in no time, the man parking the truck nearby the door so they could load it more easily.

As they worked, he spoke.

"Things have been weird in Zaun, to say the least." He said as he helped her pack everything up in boxes. "Explosions all over the place which are tenfold stronger than what Zaunite technology could ever do, discoveries of grand thefts of hextech machinery…" He frowned, "And someone keeps rampaging the zoos, letting all animals free, especially the big or dangerous ones, like they're purposely letting tigers and elephants out, you know?"

"Like they're trying to wreak havoc." Vi said, worry, curiosity and mirth dancing in her eyes, all over her expression.

"But the thing is that I've not seen death. I mean, surely, there have been some people killed in all these events, but the people behind them are not actively trying to kill people," He scratched the back of his neck, "They're just trying to destroy the place."

"And they're succeeding."

He nodded, "And they're succeeding."

"How are you so certain they're not after people?" Vi asked, "Maybe they're after certain groups of—"

"No, Vi," He replied, sealing one of the boxes with tape, "The people who've been killed have absolutely nothing in common between them, let alone they're not related to the robbed companies nor the destroyed ones; they literally just happened to be passersby with absolutely no luck whatsoever." A beat, "And I have a feeling that the people behind the killings, were they to actually pursue killing sprees, they'd be killing at least ten times more than now." Another beat, "Hundreds, for sure."

"You think these people are terrible like that?" She said, a frown on her face.

He grimaced, as if the thought he had conjured up was crazy enough he himself couldn't believe it, "I think that the person behind this all has the potential to be insanely dangerous, but for now they're just insane." His grimace deepened, "Does it make sense?"

Vi frowned, "I guess so."

They finished loading the truck and got inside, the pink haired pugilist informing her friend about her new address and trying to relax onto her seat as he drove.

Relax was the one thing she couldn't do, though, for his words kept resonating in her head.

The person behind all this…

She broke the silence, going back to the topic as if they had just been talking about it a few seconds ago, when in reality quite the couple of minutes had already passed, "The person? You think it's only one person behind all that?"

"It sounds crazy, doesn't it?" He said, nodding his head almost in the same rhythm as Vi nodded hers, stealing a few glances at her, "But somehow these are all too crazy crimes, I don't know," He shook his head, "They're all so out of nowhere and unexpected that the only thing they have in common is their randomness, so I think that yes, maybe they have a team, maybe they don't, but it's the same person behind them all, no doubt about that."

He took a left in a slow motion, his eyes right back on the road as Vi's own thoughts claimed her.

The only thing they have in common is that they have nothing in common at all.

But if they had nothing in common, why did Henry suddenly decide they were all linked in some way?

It just didn't make sense to her.

"I see I've given you something to think about," He said, noticing how distracted her companion was. "My bad." He chuckled.

She shook her head, "You're fine," She told him, "I just find it all a bit…" She trailed off, looking for a word, "Interesting, I guess."

He huffed a laugh, "I see."

The silence they had both settled in was broken by the sound of Vi's telephone going off once, the indication that she had gotten a text message. She quickly took it out of her pocket to check it;

I've already got the keys to your flat. I'm waiting for you by the entry to the building.

She frowned and typed a reply;

Caitlyn?

And quickly, the reply to her own came;

Yes, Vi.

She texted her a quick Ok before putting her phone back in her pocket once more, genuinely embarrassed at that last exchange, because who else could it be, talking to her about her flat?

She just didn't expect to receive a message from Caitlyn of all people, for it meant the posh woman had gone back to her file, searched her phone number and used it to text her, subtly giving the brawler her own number in the process.

And she didn't need anyone telling her that Caitlyn didn't give her phone to just anyone.

They arrived at the destination only to find the Sheriff already waiting there, arms crossed in front of herself as she took a few idle, slow steps.

"The Sheriff in the flesh," The man said at the sight of her. "She's got the keys to your apartment, I'll take it?"

Caitlyn's eyes landed on the truck and she raised one of her hands, flashing the key.

"She does."

They parked the truck—

"Not a word to her about Zaun," Vi said under her breath, well aware the man had heard her.

"Why not?" He said, moving his face to the side so that Caitlyn couldn't read his lips, tell he was speaking.

Vi didn't know how to reply.

Why not?

"Hunch." She simply said, smiling at him as he said so, if only to pretend the topic was something else, aware of her boss' eyes through the windshield.

They came out of the truck and quickly walked up to the door, Caitlyn approached them, "Do you need help?"

"Just open the door and lead us to the right one." Vi said, "We can deal with the boxes."

"She didn't pack much, anyway." Henry piped in.

Caitlyn nodded once, "This way."

The Sheriff led them to the building's elevator, spacy enough to let all of them in at once, their boxes included.

Vi saw Caitlyn press the button 14 and raised her eyebrows, "The flat's the highest floor in the building?"

Caitlyn nodded, "That's right."

Henry frowned at the buttons. "Where's number 13?"

"Number 13 is usually omitted in Piltover," Caitlyn said, looking at him, "It's the unlucky number."

Henry huffed a laugh, "Didn't take you Pilties for superstitious people."

"Doesn't that just mean that I'm on the 13th floor, only the name has been changed?" Vi said, frowning.

Caitlyn raised a brow, "You could say so."

The brawler snorted.

Lucky me.

They reached the floor, only to find a door that blocked the exit of the elevator.

Vi frowned at it while Caitlyn placed the key she had been holding on its' keyhole, turning it and pushing it open—

Vi gasped at the space that opened right in front of her; she didn't need to do math, she could already tell the place was at least twice, if not thrice as big as the one she had in Zaun.

A whole floor, all for her.

"This is your new home, Vi." Caitlyn said, giving an awed Vi the key she held, "I hope you enjoy it."

"That I will," The brawler said, being pushed aside by Henry as he started entering boxes into the room.

Time flew as they unloaded the truck, leaving it empty as they brought all the stuff that had been placed on its' trunk to Vi's new floor, the Zaunite man helping her unpack the most important things.

It was only then that Vi, who had been too busy thinking of Henry's gossip earlier in the day, noticed they had brought not one of her sofas, desks or chairs.

"You're going to have to buy some furniture," He said with a funny tone, "Because I will not bring your awful sofa nor that broken bed here." He raised his chin, "My truck has some sense of dignity."

Caitlyn, who had been standing, leaning against the counter of the kitchen, quietly chuckled at what she heard, while Vi groaned.

"Oh, come on!"

Caitlyn's phone went off, making Vi turn to look at her.

There was a frown on the Sheriff's face.

A deep one unlike whatever she had seen before.

"What's the matt—"

"You've got your gauntlets already unpacked, right?" Caitlyn asked her, not even bothering to look at her.

Vi glanced at them. "Next to my armor, yes."

"Get it all on," Caitlyn said, shoving her phone in one of her pockets before she looked at Henry, "Thank you for your help, let me walk you to your truck."

Vi watched her as they both got into the elevator and left.

Quickly, she put her armor and one of her gauntlets on, carrying the other one with her weaponized hand as she used her free one to lock the door to her apartment as she left.

Downstairs, she found Henry was gone, Caitlyn already on the patrol car of theirs.

She climbed in.

"What happened?"

"Reports of violence in Zaun." Caitlyn said, starting up the car. "Explosives went off."

Explosions greater than what Zaun can achieve.

"I thought we had said we weren't getting involved in Zaun's affairs anymore?"

Caitlyn looked at her with a deadly, serious focus.

"They found stolen Piltovian hextech technology in the place of the incident, which matches up with reports of missing artifacts of one of our still open cases." She got her seatbelt on, "Whoever it is, they're not only Zaun's problem, anymore."

Vi frowned, deeply.

Discoveries of grand thefts of hextech machinery…

She sighed and put her seatbelt on.

"Let's go."

Thus Caitlyn stepped on the accelerator.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello guys! Long time no see! Apologies for how long this took, but my life has been... very busy, to put it lightly. Let's hope this is a good omen that goes to tell I might start updating faster, but I'm making you no promises.

Any guesses on the culprit?

See you around my lovelies!
Mili.

OH, before I leave... It has been brought to my attention that a certain Twitter user has been making a thread of her suffering due to my lack of updating. My dear, I do not know portuguese, but the similarities with spanish are enough that I can understand basically every word you've written in that *lovely* thread of yours. I find it... entertaining, to say the least.

Wanna play a game on how long I can take, for every time you hurry me up in that thread? Você verá que eu serei o vencedor.

(Oh God do I LOVE pulling y'alls leg... or maybe I'm not pulling it and I'm dead serious, you'll never know. hehe)

See you around... or not?
Mili