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Lynn- Hi! Thanks for the compliment! It is supposed to be "Winger" and I believe that I have fixed all of the improper spellings, thanks for pointing that out. Quick fun fact, "Watcher" is actually the name for someone else that you meet in this chapter. -Kiera540

Shiranai Atsune- Thank you so much! We're so glad that you liked the first chapter! -Kiera540

The Titan's Shadow- Thank you for giving me the correct spelling, I actually used the other spelling as a place holder and then proceeded to completely forget to look up the proper way. I am aware that an instant KO taser isn't possible and it wasn't my intention to have it come across that way, so I apologize for that confusion, and I did reword it to something that I think is clearer, but still, something that Shiro would say to Keith. The rest of your questions were actually already lined up to be answered in this Chapter 2, you just got a little ahead of me. Thank you for your comment and for the help offer! -Kiera540

I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for all of the likes and reviews so far! -Kiera540

"Keith! Keith you're not going to believe this!" Pidge practically screamed as she ran through the precinct. Keith, who had walked in the door less than five minutes ago, froze where he stood as his ears started ringing in protest to Pidge's loud voice so early in the morning, but before he could voice his complaints or even ask what was going on, Pidge had zipped in next to him, grabbed his arm and was dragging him to her CSI lab.

"Look!" She said excitedly pointing at the object in front of them.

"What am I looking at Pidge?" Keith squinted at the object unsure of why it was so important.

"I forgot you're not a morning person." Pidge muttered seeming disappointed that Keith wasn't as excited as she was, "Come on, what does it look like?"

"Part of a bullet shell...with something on it? No, there's definitely a thin layer of something on it, what is it?"

"It appears to be a kind of dissolving acid. When I got this shell, it was whole, now it has dissolved to the half-way point." Pidge started rolling her hands queuing him in that the dots in his head should start connecting right about now.

"And how does that affect me?"

Pidge smacked her forehead so hard that a red spot had temporarily decided to appear there, taking a deep breath she looked into Keith's eyes before speaking, "Keith, this is the one that you gave me! The one we think is from Sharpshooter!"

Keith's eyes blew wide open at that, her singular comment woke him up more than coffee ever could. This was exactly what they needed! Now Keith understood why Pidge started thinking that he was an idiot as the dots flew together in his head.

"That means that..." He was cut off by Pidge's once again excited voice.

"Yes! I know how his shells always disappear, and even a few more things!"

"What 'cha got?"

"Grab Shiro and I'll tell ya."

That was the fastest that Keith had sprinted through the precinct in a long time; he ran faster than Pidge had earlier, but without the screaming. Keith quickly found Shiro walking in a hallway unsuspectingly reading from one of his files, Keith nearly tackled him in his haste to drag him in a similar fashion as Pidge had done to him.

"Keith, what-"

"You've got to see this!" After that Shiro decided to just go with it and let Keith drag him to where Pidge was impatiently waiting.

"Look!" Pidge repeated when they pretty much screeched to a stop next to her.

"A bullet casing? Wait, is this the one Keith found from Sharpshooter?"

Pidge smirked at Keith when Shiro immediately got what she was trying to show him before launching into her explanation, "Yes! I finally figured out how he never leaves any shells! Okay so when Keith gave me this, it was a whole shell, and when I left last night, it was still a whole shell, but when I can in this morning it was halfway destroyed, and this lining became visual."

"What is the lining?" Shiro questioned.

"Like I just told Keith, it appears to be some type of acid. I'd imagine that after Sharpshooter fires his round and the shell is discharged the extreme heat generated from firing causes this acid to start eating away at the shell, thus leaving behind no trace of its existents."

"Genius." Shiro breathed out, Keith looked equally impressed but he refused to give Sharpshooter the satisfaction of him saying that out loud even though there was no way for him to hear Keith.

"You said you found out some other things as well?" Keith said instead.

"Oh yeah, judging from the shell and what I know about Sharpshooter and his firing speed, I'd say that this was fired from a semi-automatic modified sniper rifle. If I had to guess at the modifications I'd go with- improved scope, noise dampening, and probably recoil suppression too. Also, I believe that this was from one of his stun rounds."

"I've seen his weapon up-close it is modified, and I have to say I agree." Keith thought back to every time he had seen the weapon, he had always been so focused on where it was pointing that he never had a good opportunity to properly check it out.

"Nice work Pidge, I don't know how you do it. Anything else?" Shiro praised her as she smiled brightly at him.

"Actually, I have a theory."

"Let's hear it."

"Well, I was thinking about Winger's staff; specifically, the taser part of it."

"What about it?"

"Has anyone ever gotten burned from that thing before?"

Shiro thought about that for a moment, he wasn't quite sure where Pidge was going with this, but it was obviously important to her.

"I know that members of the Galra have gotten burns after fighting him, some of them were minor while other times they're pretty severe, but I don't think that a police officer has actually been burned before and he's never used it on a civilian."

"See that's the part that I just can't figure out, as far as we know it is a taser, but a taser with enough power behind it to knock someone out in such a short amount of time would consistently leave one hell of a burn. So originally, I thought that maybe he just adjusted the power on his staff, but that still wouldn't fully explain the drastic difference in the severity of the burns, so now I'm wondering if maybe there's something that the Galra wear or have on them that causes a more severe reaction from his taser."

The three people in the room dropped into thought after Pidge voiced her thought process, it was true that a taser would burn you when it made contact, but the extreme difference in the burns themselves said that there was more to Wingers bow staff than originally thought.

"Well, that's all I've got for now." Pidge shrugged at them before heading off to the corner of the room to continue her work for the day.

"We've got a change of plans."

"What happened?" Two voices answered simultaneously.

"They've moved the location and the time of the arms deal."

"When is it?"

"Tonight."

A loud groan was heard from the man plopped on a couch that had seen better days, "Watcher, that true?" He called over his shoulder to the only person in the room not wearing some form of armor.

"Yep, looks like it. Taking the data from Winger's drone and the movement I'm seeing; I agree with him."

"Great. I guess were hitting that tonight?"

"Why not? You got a date?" Winger dropped into an armchair across from his new partner as he spoke.

"I could, ya know."

"Right. I'll remember that." Winger paused as he watched Sharpshooter coat his rounds with a dissolving acid.

"Do you have to do that?"

"Yes."

"It's a waste of time and effort."

"I'll have you know that this trick has saved my ass a few times."

"I'll believe that when I see it. We just did a job; you got enough rounds for this one?"

"Once I'm done, I'll have more than enough for it. A job like this isn't a big deal, after all. How's your glowstick?" Winger threw a half-hearted glare at Sharpshooters favorite nickname of his weapon of choice.

"It's still better than yours."

"Says the guy who nearly burned his hand off from what I've heard."

"Bold words from the guy who was about two inches away from burning his face off from an explosive round."

The two vigilantes stared at each other from their respective seats, neither could deny what the other had said due to the fact that it was true for both parties, so they sat there, smirking at one another just waiting to see who would break first.

"Yo, Wing got a second?" The man called Watcher called out choosing to ignore the growing competition.

Winger sighed as he rose out of his seat, but ended up chuckling to himself as he went, that kid was getting better.

"What's up?" Winger asked as he leaned on the back of Watchers chair.

"The Galra troop movements seem erratic lately, I'm not sure what's going on right now."

"Want me to send my drone out and scan their movements?"

"No, I've hacked into enough cameras that I can see them clearly. It's just unusual, be careful tonight."

"You say that like I'm not."

"Adam." He said dropping his voice and glancing to Sharpshooter.

"Yeah, I've got it. Don't do anything reckless, and don't let the kid die or get himself captured...again. I know you've worked with him longer, but now that I'm here, I won't let anything happen to him Matt." The other man matched the volume of his voice.

"Good. Hey, one last thing, Sharp listen up." Watcher called raising his voice again.

"What?"

"I heard that those detectives that have been on your guy's asses just got assigned a new case."

"Samurai got a new case? I'm actually offended." Sharpshooter scoffed at the thought that after all this time they would change the lead detective on his case.

"I still don't understand why you gave him that nickname. What are they doing now? And who is assigned to us?" Winger was always fully informed of who was in charge of their cases, it didn't really matter to him, but it never hurt to know their style.

"That's the thing, they were assigned to track you two together."

"Huh, that's unusual, but I suppose it makes sense; however, that means they've caught wind of the fact that we're working together now." That was something that Winger cared about, those two working together could cause problems in the future.

"Hey, earlier you said 'your guys asses' you meant 'ours', right? For all three of us?" Sharpshooter didn't seem to care at all about their team up.

"Nope. They have no idea that I'm here, that's why I'm called 'Watcher' after all, I watch your backs and they're none the wiser."

"Now that's not fair. We're getting shot at and you're just chilling in here."

"Life's not fair kid, have you listened to anything we've said?"

"He never listens you know that." Winger chose that time to pipe in.

"Yes, I'm aware, he's one of the main reasons I have constant heart attacks when you two are out in the field."

"You're welcome." Sharpshooter said proudly as he returned to his previous task.

"Hey Hunk! I'm so sorry that I'm late!"

"Oh, hey Allura! Don't worry about it, it's been a slow morning." Hunk cheerfully greeted the white-haired woman as she entered.

Allura gave him another apologetic smile before slipping into the back to drop off her things and put her apron on. She had decided to take some time off before going to law school, she wanted to be a lawyer but after the sudden death of her mother last year, Allura needed some time to re-collect herself before continuing on in her career. She had applied for this job because she thought that it would be fun and she loved the opportunity to help Hunk out; her other favorite thing about this bakery was its location, she was close to her apartment and the majority of her close friends, even her father was right across the street. She started at the register but had quickly grown mesmerized by what Hunk created and before she knew what had happened, she was now the master decorator for Space Goo Bakery.

"I'm going to start baking Mrs. Crawler's baby shower cake, so could you run this stuff over to the precinct for me?" Hunk asked after she had returned, already gathering the required ingredients.

"You couldn't have asked that before I put my apron on?" She glared at him for a moment, but there was no anger in it as she put her apron back in its proper place.

"Yeah, sorry about that. The order is right over there." Hunk pointed to the usual place they left their larger orders, after he helped Allura balance the boxes of various baked treats and the small army of coffee cups he opened the door for her and shooed her out.

Once across the way, a passing officer saw Allura approach and helped her inside so she could deliver what the officers were really excited about seeing; as she set everything up, she grabbed a coffee and a blueberry muffin and made her way to her father's office.

"Come in." Chief Alfor called when he heard a knock on his door.

"Ah Allura!" He greeted happily.

"Hello Father! I brought you something." She smiled while depositing what she had before plopping down in the chair on the other side of his desk.

"Why thank you. How is Hunk and the bakery doing? Everyone always loves his food."

"We had a slow morning, but we have a few parties coming up to keep us busy. Of course, Hunk is Hunk, he's always coming up with a delicious new recipe that changes what the Bakery Favorite is every other week."

"Well, that's a good thing." Alfor chuckled as he enjoyed his muffin. They chatted about random things for a few more minutes before Allura realized that she should probably start heading back to the bakery.

"Oh, hey Allura!" Shiro's cheerful voice filled her ears after she exited the Chief's office.

"Hi Shiro, how's it going?"

"Busy with a new case at the moment, but other than that I'm good. How are you doing?"

"Good, Hunk and I have some parties coming up and I'm looking forward to decorating their orders. Hey Keith!"

"Hey Allura, thanks for the coffee." Keith seemed to pop up out of thin air once the coffee smell started to waft out of the room.

"You drink too much coffee." Shiro informed him.

"Says the man currently drinking coffee."

"True, but this is my first cup today, and remind me how many have you had today? Somewhere around 6 cups?"

Allura giggled at their antics before waving goodbye to head back to Hunk.

It was unusually slow for lunchtime at the Space Café so Curtis started counting the mints and seeing if he could get the pens to stand upright on their own, he was working the register today and was bored out of his mind. That is until a certain someone showed up, a someone that he hasn't seen for a couple of months.

"We need to talk." Matt said quietly to him while motioning outside. Curtis grabbed the nearest employee who was just sitting at one of the empty tables on his phone to take his place before following Matt outside.

"Matthew Holt, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Curtis was on edge, the last time he had seen Matt was when...no he didn't want to even think about that.

"What can't I just visit my friend?"

"Not with the mutual friends we have. Before you say anything, is he okay?"

"He's fine." Curtis raised an eyebrow at what Matt tried to pass off as an answer to his question.

"Really he's fine, the leg hasn't been a problem for almost two months now, besides that's not why I'm here."

"Then what do you need?" Curtis felt relief rush through him at Matt's words, he believed in what the three of them were doing, he knew that the public and the majority of the police force did as well, but the fact still remained; they operated outside of the law, and that was why they had to be pursued.

"Have you noticed anything strange recently?"

"Strange how? You've got to give me something."

"You know what I mean. I know that you volunteer in hospitals aside from working here, you seen or heard anything that would interest us?"

"There's been a slight increase in what we classify as 'street fight injuries' nothing really important though. Why? What's going on?"

"Just some weird movements. I feel like they're planning something, but I can't find any evidence to back it up. Be on the lookout for me?" Matt figured it was a good thing that Curtis didn't have anything for him, at the same time, however; he was frustrated to no end. Something was going on, but without some form of clue he couldn't do anything.

"Aren't I always? Want a drink, or a sandwich?" Curtis nodded his head back towards the diner.

"No, thanks. I'm meeting my younger sister at the pizza place around the corner."

"Lunch with a cop and at the Café's competition? You're brave I'll give you that."

"Okay first off, she's not technically a cop; second, come on, we all know that they have better pizza while you guys have a better literally-everything-else."

Matt waved goodbye to him before heading off toward Al's Pizza World, Curtis was relieved that nothing was wrong, and in all honesty that was just Matt's way of checking up on him, but Curtis couldn't help feeling nervous, it was never good if Matt was worried about something.

I hope that everyone enjoyed Chapter 2! Reminder that I suck at chapter names so if you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them! Chapter 3 is in the works. If you like my writing style, I have also written another VLD fic called "Stranded" so check it out if you would like too.

See you next time!

~Kiera540