When one would think of a psychic detective of a secret law enforcement organization they would think that their apartment would be something of lavish expenses and really cool gizmos and other neat stuff. Not a cramp place with a bit of clutter and posters of half (or fully) naked game girls on the walls of his room. But this is Ruiji Narrator, not many expect him to be a detective.

Guess people can be wrong.

At the moment the detective was at his computer, checking his e-mail from the agency. The license plate came back to one Pep C. Edge and the symbol was nothing except a fashion statement (a bad one in his opinion).

At least he now has a lead, now was a matter of checking out where he lives/works and getting there.

--1--

The domes came down, the colours swirled around as the operator kept an eye on the SP gage as things became clear. She saw a pachinko parlor, a few girls dressed as playboy bunnies and a whole lot of smoke. The person that she was seeing this through took a drink off a tray of a passing by, he slipped both a fifty and his room number into the girl's leg slip.

While interesting for a home made porno film it wasn't useful for protecting the city of Townsville, she discontinue this session.

Short hair, green eyes and a dragon tattoo that ran from one finger tip to her back than ended at the other - left is the head and the right is the tail - made up the young puff, this was her first time in the Brain Chamber.

It wasn't as bad as she expected.

--2--

On the upside; he found Pep Edge's place, a pachinko parlor filled with sexual stimulation and liquor. Downside; Pep wasn't there. But on the upside a cute bunny suited girl gave him a wink. Down; she left with some guy that slipped her something in dollar bill form.

Having enough of the rollercoster Ruiji walked out of the smoky place, it was in the parking lot when he saw it. The same car that was at the morgue, he step up to it and look it over.

The first thing he took note of is the two bullet holes near the window of the front door, he fired off more than four rounds last night and he swears he hit the window. So the glass must have been replaced, he also took out a small plastic sheet out of his pocket. Kneeling down he peeled off the clear plastic sheet and placed the black sheet under the door handle than place the plastic back into his pocket.

Now standing up he peered through the window and looked around the front seat, there wasn't anything in the open or poking out from anywhere. He could pop the lock because he doesn't have the tools or skill for that and breaking the window was out of the question, it was the matter of searching elsewhere for more clues.

The next stop was behind the alleyway where the dumpster was, it was surprising how many criminals make a mistake on throwing out something important. But this time Ruiji found nothing out of the normal, he was now back on the train to headquarters.

--3--

She was just about to leave when she received a call on her cell phone, it was a CSI team connected to the agency. There has been a murder and it would be nice to have a psychic there.

With a sigh Buttercup walk down to the parking lot, found her beat up junker of a car and drove to the Sleep Easy motel.

It was room 29 on the ground floor in the corner where the CSI team was. Within there were photographers and CS investigators everywhere, Buttercup had walked in and saw the gruesome sight of a business suited man with his head laying in the bathroom while his body was on the red bed.

Worse yet, it was the man from the Psych Synch Linking. And here she thought it was nothing, next time she'll try to pay more attention.

"Man," Buttercup said as she found the CSI team leader. "What happen here?"

"Don't know yet," the man, whose name is Gresham. "His wallet was filled with a lot of fake IDs like John Doe, John Smith, Abe Stave; stuff like that."

"Did anyone see who he was with?" Buttercup said as she walked towards the window.

"No, only woman in a long coat and a wide hat."

"Time of death," Buttercup said as she looked out the window.

"Close to 10:48 last night, why?"

"I thought what I saw a while ago was fresh," Buttercup trailed off, something strange happened as she focused on the front parking space. It was both night and day, and there was a car outside but not. It was like a weaker, more staticed sight was overlapping the stronger clear sight.

"Experiencing a memory fade?" Gresham asked.

"Huh?"

"Memory fade, it's remnants of one's psychical energy imprinted into the surrounding area. Sometimes they trigger, they're clearer and sharper in the Brain Chamber than live synch."

"I am seeing a woman in a trench coat," Buttercup said as a woman walked out of the room and stepped into the car. "I'm writing down the license plate now, she walked out of the room."

"I'll take it to processing, and we're dusting for finger prints and try to narrow down to most recent in the room."

"Great," Buttercup said. "I'll be at headquarters, later."

"Yeah."

--4--

Ruiji made a quick lay over at his apartment on his way to the agency, that's when he caught the tail end of a message being caught by his machine. It seems one fellow psychic officer, Dwayne Ravit, had run into some kind of trouble and was calling for help.

Ruiji sighed as he walked back out, he barely recalled Dwayne; a freeloading jerk that annoyed everyone with lame - and sexist - jokes and bummed stuff off of everyone. The only reason he was going to see what the dirt bag wants is curiosity, that and see if he can get his five bucks back.

A express to the docks revealed a nasty sight, the poor bastard was in a enclosed phone booth just laying on it's floor. The bullet hole in the plexy glass tip off Ruiji that the shooter must have been standing at the same railing he was, walking around and taking the stairway down the lower level he already knew there was really little hope for Dwayne.

He looked through the dirty plastic to notice a small amount of blood, he didn't want to open the door in case of finger prints and he forgot his gloves. It was a matter of getting to a phone and calling the agency, he was about to when a van pulled up to the railing. Thinking on his feet he ran to a shadowed corner and try to make himself as invisible as possible, he could see two figures getting out of the van and walk down the stairs.

Taking a risk he focused on one of the hooded figures, his vision soon began to fade slightly as a second vision overlap the first. Closing his eyes he could clearly see through the figure's sight.

The figure keep a watch out while his partner got the body, they both dragged it up the stairs than shoved Dwayne into the back. What was interesting was the match book laying on the dash board.

Ruiji open his eyes and waited for the van to drive away. He was going to pay Edge's place a second visit.