* Before the story begins I'd like to apologize for my spelling of Kogami's name in the previous chapter, Fanfiction spells his name Kougami while the anime and the PsychoPass wiki spell it Kogami, and I've corrected it in this chapter.
Part 2 – Fall Out
The next morning, Akane awoke to the sound of her alarm clock, and to see her personal house-keeper droid in the shape of a pink jellyfish, "Good morning," the floating robot said as she floated over Akane's head, "Today's your second day with the Bureau for Debts to Society."
Akane sat up in her bed before adjusting the strap on her short, Aureolin-yellow slip-style nightgown which had fallen off during the night.
Images of what happened the night before came rushing back to her mind, Okura shooting Kogami in the leg, and her field-dressing his wound.
"Oh," Akane said as she threw her covers over her head, "I screwed up," she then pulled the covers off of herself, and looked up at the floating jellyfish, "Please tell me I'm not on the day shift."
"You're having lunch with Yuki and Kaori today at 11:00," Candy said, "You're shift at the BDS starts at 1330 hours."
"Oh damn it that's right," Akane groaned as her head hit her covers.
"Would you like to start your daily routine the usual way?" Candy asked.
"Yes," Akane said, "See if you can make breakfast, something less than 200 calories."
As Akane stepped into the shower, and turned on the warm water, she could feel the stress from last night washing away.
"Why," Akane said as she looked at her hands which were shaking, "Why'd my first night have to come with a kill-shot?"
She couldn't help but think about it over breakfast.
After breakfast, she picked out her morning-outfit, a pair of black silk leggings accompanied by a pair of white high-heel shoes, a khaki skirt, a button-up blue shirt, and a button-up khaki jacket.
Following picking up her purse and keys, she opened the door, and turned to see Candy, "See you later." Akane said.
"Have a wonderful day." Candy said.
Akane met with Yuki and Kaori for lunch at the Roof-Top Bar & Grill in Downton Chicago, right next to the Willis (Sears) Tower.
"You screwed up on the first day?" Yuki asked.
"Yea," Akane said, "First day."
"It's not like it could be helped," Kaori said, "Like you said he came charging through the wall. I have to say, a guy that strong has to be a real hunk."
"Kaori," Yuki said, "You're engaged remember?"
"It's not like I can't dream," Kaori said, "You got a picture of him?"
Akane sighed, pulled her tablet out of her purse, pulled up the picture of Kogami's file, and handed it to Kaori.
"What the hell is wrong with your girl," Yuki asked, "You didn't let us know you'd be working with someone this hot?"
"I didn't know until last night," Akane said, "I don't know if he still likes me after what happened."
"Don't worry about it," Kaori said, "A girl like you, and a guy like him? How can someone stay made for that long?"
Akane sighed, maybe Kaori was right, just maybe.
After lunch, Akane took a small break, and went to the BDS Building which was a large multi-story skyscraper in downtown Chicago.
Akane walked into the lobby, and it was the first time she thought, "Now I know where all that money is going."
The entire lobby screamed, 'Cathart much', there was a large glass sculpture that came down from the ceiling that was made of glass that had green LEDs cascading downwards.
Akane walked up to the receptionist, and spoke, "Yes?" She asked.
"I'd like to know someone who could tell me the condition of Shinya Kogami." Akane said.
"That would be…" the receptionist said, "Shion Karanomori," she then pointed over her shoulder at the escalator that went upwards, "Up the escalator to the fifth floor, down the hall, sixth door on your right."
Akane took the elevator to the fifth floor which continually ran from top-to-bottom like a normal set of stairs.
As she walked up to Karanomori's door, Yayoi stepped out, fixing her shirt as if she had finished coming out of the shower.
"Yayoi," Akane said, "Good to see you."
"Akane," Yayoi said as she walked passed her, that same serious look on her face.
Akane walked into Karanomori's office, and as she did, she saw the best BDS Analyst in Chicago, maybe in the world, she lifted her legs so she could slide her tights back on, and then stepped into her high-heel shoes before sitting up.
Akane was dumbstruck, the woman was beautiful, and very glamorous.
She had long, wavy blonde hair with porcelain skin, she wore a long lab-coat that covered her black skirt, her corset that covered her low-cut shirt revealing her cleavage.
She would probably be the same high as Akane if she weren't wearing those three and a half inch heels.
"Well," Karanomori said as she turned around to see Akane, "Aren't you a cute one?"
"Y-yes ma'am," Akane said, "Akane Tsunemori."
"Akane," Karanomori said, "So you're the new girl that field dressed Kogami's leg. Maybe you could take my job if you're that adept with medical-practice."
Akane chuckled a little, "I was told that you're the person to talk to about getting Kogami's status," she said, "I was wondering how he was doing?"
"Really," Karanomori asked as she sat down at her computer, "I didn't realize that Kogami was this well-loved by his new trainee. He usually sends most of his new recruits to Division Three because he says they can't make the cut into Division One," Karanomori pulled up the live-camera of Kogami who was resting in Chicago Central Memorial Hospital, Akane couldn't believe the man that was supposed to be training her was lying in a hospital bed, she felt almost completely helpless.
"This is all my fault." Akane thought.
"I don't know where that asshole you killed last night was aiming," Karanomori said, "But he was a lousy shot and obviously doesn't know the first damn thing about a gun. Only half the pellets made it through the wall into Kogami's leg, but the surgeons still had to pull shards of wood out of Kogami's leg. He'll survive, but he's not much for walking, or having fun in bed am I right?"
"Ok," Akane said, "Can you keep me apprised of his situation?"
"Of course sweetheart," Karanomori said as she walked up to Akane, and handed her a file, "I think you'd better give this to Ginoza. Division One's office is back down the hall, first office overlooking the atrium to your left."
Akane walked into the hall to the office, she opened the door to see everyone involved in the raid last night, save for Kogami was sitting there.
"Welcome to the office," Ginoza said, fixing his glasses on his face.
"I was told to give this to you," Akane said as she handed Ginoza the file, "It's from Karanomori."
Ginoza opened the file, "Interesting." He said.
"What?" Shusei asked.
"It seems all weapons we found in the hands of our marks pre-date the system," Ginoza said, "No bio-metric I.D.s."
"So that's why we couldn't lock their weapons," Yayoi said, "There was no way to lock them without physically engaging the safety on those weapons."
"Any idea where those weapons came from?" Masaoka asked.
"No clue," Ginoza said, "All serial numbers were scratched off of the weapons, including the bullets. There's only one person we know who can help us with this."
"Kogami?" Shusei asked.
"Who else," Ginoza said, "But he's on the disabled list and not allowed inside the office until his leg heals."
"Why don't we send someone to talk to him?" Masaoka asked.
"Good idea Grandpa," Ginoza said as he closed the file, and handed it to Akane, "Inspector, why don't you handle this?"
"Me?" Akane asked.
"Who else do we call Inspector?" Ginoza asked.
"With all due respect sir," Akane said, "I'm probably the last person Kogami wants to see. He's in a hospital bed because I hesitated."
"Now's your chance to make it right," Ginoza said, "Tonight, I want you to go down to Chicago Central, and talk to him. Trust me, he won't be that mad."
Akane arrived at Chicago Central at 2053 hours, when she arrived she approached the receptionist, "Can I help you?" She asked.
"I'm looking for the room for Shinya Kogami." Akane said.
"Shinya Kogami," the receptionist said as she typed in his name, "Ah, here he is, came in last night, gunshot wound to the leg, and rather expertly field-dressed. He's resting in Room 2013," the receptionist pointed toward the hallway, "All the way down the hall, take the elevator to the twentieth floor, down the hall to your right."
"Thank you." Akane said.
Akane followed her instructions, and found Kogami was not in bed.
He was standing out on the balcony, looking out at Chicago.
Akane walked out onto the balcony to see Kogami sitting in a chair in looking out at the city.
Kogami smiled, "I was wondering when you'd come to visit." He said.
"I'm sorry," Akane said as she went to her knees next to him.
"It's not your fault," Kogami said, "You didn't know he was going to do this. Besides, doctors say I'll be out of here by tomorrow."
"Why's that?" Akane asked.
Kogami pulled his hospital gown aside to reveal he was wearing a pair of shorts, and there was a small device attached to his thigh that was stitching everything torn out of his leg back in.
"You know you saved that girl's life." Kogami said.
"You did most of the work," Akane said before looking at her hand which was shaking, "My hand hasn't stopped shaking since yesterday."
"Come here," Kogami said, after she walked over, Kogami took the file from Akane's hand, and placed it on the table next to him, and held it down with his drink, "Let me see your hands," Akane stood over Kogami and held out her hands, "Well, sit down."
Kogami took Akane's hands, and examined them, Akane noticed his synthetic hand was smooth like glass but warm like a human hand, while his other was rough and calloused like he had been handling something sturdy for most of his life, "What's wrong with me?" Akane asked.
"Jangled nerves," Kogami said as he ran his large, rough human hand down her smaller, soft fingers, "Happens to all of us."
"Why won't it stop then?" Akane asked.
"Let me show you something," Kogami said before turning her around, and showing her the city, Akane didn't exactly like being turned one hundred and eighty degrees like that, but having Kogami's strong arm wrapped around her seemed to calm her, "Over a century ago this city was the epicenter of organized crime activity. If you pissed off someone in the mob you couldn't take out the trash without sweating. Now thanks to people like us making the choice to pull the trigger the people of this city sleep a bit easier at night."
Akane did feel a little better with what Kogami said, but maybe it was the fact she had a very strong, yet protective arm wrapped around her that made her good.
"Thanks Kogami," Akane said, "I feel better now."
"I can tell," Kogami said as his rough left hand held up her right hand to reveal it was completely still.
"I guess that did the trick." Akane said as Kogami released her hand.
"It does, a bit," Kogami asked before reaching over, and picking up the file, "So what'd you come here to see me for?"
As soon as Kogami saw the file his eyes widened, and as he tried to stand up, Akane caught him as he stumbled, compared to Kogami, Akane was small, but that didn't mean she was strong enough to hold him up, "Well?" Akane asked.
"I thought something was weird about that raid," Kogami said as Akane helped him sit on his bed, "None of those weapons locked up."
"We could use your help." Akane said.
"Do you have one of the bullets we didn't fire?" Kogami asked.
"Right here," Akane said as she pulled out the shell that Okura fired into Kogami's leg.
Kogami examined the bullet between his fingers before finding what he was looking for, "Hello," he said in his best Irish accent, "Think I got something here."
"What's that from?" Akane asked.
"You've never seen The Jackal?" Kogami asked.
"Well I…" Akane began.
"Alright, not important," Kogami said "We'd have to go to the source."
The next morning…
Kogami slapped a file down on Ginoza's desk, "The Hachioji Manufacturing Plant in Los Angeles," Kogami said as Ginoza opened the file, and let the round Okura shot Kogami with rolled into his hand, "The shell that hit me in the leg came out of that factory."
"How can you tell?" Ginoza asked.
"I wasn't sure at first," Kogami said, "But after I checked out of the hospital, me and Akane took a closer look at the bullet," he then pulled out a small magnifying glass, handed it to Ginoza, and pointed at the rim of the brass, "And I noticed these," Ginoza observed the rim, and noticed tinny scratches along the rim, "I didn't think of it at first, but then it hit me: every manufacturing droid is closely monitored when being built. And if an imperfection were to happen during manufacturing but the piece was cleared for use in industry it would have been logged. After that I just looked up what kind of droid could have been used in weapon manufacturing, then I checked the records of all imperfections, and where they went."
"What'd you learn?" Ginoza asked.
"The robot that made that shell is a Mark VI Bullet Construction Drone made by True Robotics in Kyoto, Japan," Kogami said, "But was purchased by the Los Angeles Hachioji manufacturing plant."
"You think the robot scratched the serial-number off?" Ginoza asked.
"No," Kogami said, "I believe that someone pulled that shell off the line, scratched the serial-number off, and sold it. People in that plant make barely enough money to get by as it is. An untraceable 9mm on the black market is a hundred and fifty dollars a pop, and the higher the caliber, the more the bullet can go for."
"Impressive," Ginoza said, "You and Akane did this?"
"She's good," Kogami said as he took his seat at his desk, across from Akane's, and looked at her, "I'm very happy to be working with her."
"I thought you would," Ginoza said, "That's why I assigned her to you. I'll get in touch with the Chief Justice in charge of Debts to Society, and get permission to go out to the City of Angles. Road Trip?"
"I think we're all in," Kogami said, "But I'm not going in that prison transport."
"The Transport," Ginoza asked, "What's wrong with it?"
"It's hot." Shusei said.
"It's cramped." Yayoi said.
"And it has no seatbelts." Masaoka said.
"You guys got a better idea?" Ginoza asked.
"Yea," Kogami said, "Let's take a few personal cars. There are six of us, we take three cars, a minimum two per each car, and we can all go."
"How about I take the new girl?" Shusei asked.
"Not happening Shusei," Kogami said, "My trainee, we're taking my car."
"You want to take your trainee to LA in that crotch-rocket?" Yayoi asked.
"We're not going to take my bike." Kogami said.
"I stand corrected," Yayoi said before looking at Akane, "You must be melting his heart kid if he wants to take you in his baby."
"Cut that shit out," Ginoza said, "We meet up here tomorrow morning at 0600, and start the three day drive to L.A."
That night Kogami arrived back at his home just ten blocks away from the BDS building on his 1996 Harley Davidson FXR which was painted States Blue which was a Cobalt Blue with a hint of metal flake in it, not to make it shine like glitter, but to make the color unmistakable.
His house was a multi-story apartment complex with a very unique parking garage.
Let me explain: instead of having a parking garage attached to the side of the building, the apartment has a series of elevators that run through the center of the building.
All you have to do to get into your apartment is just drive into the garage below the building, pull into a parking-space, insert your apartment key, pull it out, and the elevator will take you directly into the empty garage space in your apartment.
Kogami turned off his FXR, and looked over at what Yayoi was talking about.
Kogami's apartment was a two-story apartment with a view of downtown Chicago, the first floor was his living and dining room with a small gym, the next level was his bed room, and where his violin was stored.
After a short shower, Kogami slid on his track pants, and walked into his bedroom, and sat down on the edge, this case reeked of conspiracy. He knew something was up, but what?
Guess what happens next…