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CHAPTER 4: FUTURE INVESTIGATION.

The following morning could be best described as hectic, mysterious and devastating. Groups of people, such as local farmers, residents, general store managers, etc, were just astounded by the gate break, where the bison and bulls were. There were rumors going around that the farm was robbed by a group of terrorists, bandits, heck, even teenagers. Such stupidity was being whispered all around the rural neighborhoods, which eventually had spread all across Reefside downtown, especially on the local news.

At the quarter of 9, a jeep was being driven at a high speed of 90 miles per hour along the rural side of Reefside. There was also an engrossing emblem to the side of their vehicle, which read, "S.P.D." The jeep then pulled up to the scene of the crime. The door had then suddenly opened, and then out came a familiar someone, or should I say people? From the drivers seat was Bridge Carson, alias the SPD Green Ranger and from the other side came Jack Landors, the S.P.D. Both the B-squad cadets had approached the R.P.D with calm and cool.

"Who are you guys?" The police officer questioned the cadets.

"Well, I'm Bridge Carson, he's Jack Landors and we- - , said Bridge before being interrupted.

"Are part of S.P.D. Space Patrol Delta." Jack finished Bridge's sentence. "Our commander, Anubis Cruger had mentioned that we were to - - "

"Ah yes!" The officer replied. "That big dog, right."

Bridge then explained, "We just received a call from your inspector." "It seems that someone was assaulted here on the farm grounds this early morning at around say….midnightish."

The moment Bridge explained the crime scene with his facts; it gave jaw drops to the officer. He then replied, "How d-did you know that?"

"Well, I was up watching Emril Lagasse's special on making the tower of buttery toasts when- - ," Jack gives him that serious look in his face. Bridge then changed his tone of voice, "I mean, umm…lucky guess?"

The officer was puzzled at first but he didn't want to ask too many questions as he was already confused by Bridge's change of tone and voice. "Okay, follow me," said the officer.

The sights of the mountainous range on the cloudy day can best describe the tone as gloomy, depressing and disturbing. The 3 officers have marched and marched for quite some time until they've reached the cave from last night's murder.

From the inside though, we see hordes of archaeologists, trained crime specialists and other members of the department examining the scene of the crime with their use of tools and critical thinking skills, which had indeed gave an impression to Jack and Bridge. The officer had the given orders to other medical crime specialists to let them investigate the artifact themselves, which turns out to be the beat up van belonging to the drunkard man, who was murdered the night before.

"Here's the vehicle we found. Go ahead and take a look inside, it just might surprise you." The officer replied.

Jack and Bridge look into the van very slowly. To their disgust they have found a skeleton of the drunkard lying in the seats of the van. Bridge then commented. "Jesus. This isn't murder, its assault!"

Jack then pondered around the van to search for any other clues that lurked during the murder incident. He then started to walk around the van, where most of the specialists were gathered

at the other side of the van. To his surprise, there was a writing written in blood.

"Bridge! Take a look at this writing!" Jack called out. "Do you know what it is?"

Bridge then examined at the writing and then replied, "It's in Sanskrit." Jack was puzzled to know what the Sanskrit writing meant. "So, what does it say?" Jack asked. Bridge went back to the writings and noted it down in his palm pilot, for then he activated a translator to translate the word into the English language. Once the translation was completed, Bridge then turned to Jack and said, "This writing is translated as Ambikubam." Bridge replied.

"Am-bi-ku-bum?" Jack replied. "What does that mean?"

Bridge then answered, "To be honest Jack, I really don't know. See, I've been reading a lot of books on Sanskrit recently, so I really don't know much about it. But all I really know is this, the Sanskrit were written in ancient times. Maybe this guy was trying to remind us not to fail history class."

"Funny," Jack replied. Jack then looked at the time. "Listen Bridge, I need to be somewhere else right now, so I'll catch you at the Reefside police station later." Jack then rushes out of the cave to go where he needs to go.