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The Next Day
Sgt. Yates' PoV
I get out of bed, putting on my bathrobe as I head downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning Honey." I kiss my wife as she gives me my pancakes. I've got a busy day today.
I quickly eat it all up, before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I finish up in the bathroom, getting changed into my uniform, and combing my hair. I put my coat on as I hear a knock on the front door.
"Come in!" I say. Mitch enters my house, with a copy of the newspaper.
"Lemme guess, Kim Kardashian's butt is on the front page?" I ask sarcastically, to which Mitch gives a little chuckle. He drops the paper on my desk, the front page obviously about the attack last night.
"Well, isn't this gonna turn into a shit show?" I say.
"One costumed lunatic is already enough for this town, isn't it?" He replies.
"You ready for the meeting?" He asks.
"Are you kidding me? With all that's going on, I'm actually looking forward to this one." I smirk, as we leave the front door, heading into a crowd of reporters in front of it.
"Any comment on the attack, Sergeant?" I hear one say.
"A word about Mysterion's involvement?" Another one asks.
"What do you think the about the video, Mr Yates?" Another questions.
"Leave him be, will you?" Mitch shouts as he escorts me to my car. We hop in, nearly running over some reporters, and we head off to City Hall.
"So, I take it you've seen the security footage that the vigilante acquired?" Mitch asks.
"Of course I have. At first, a gas canister is tossed in, causing green smoke to come out which makes everyone in the room collapse. Then, men dressed in black and wearing masks, come in with jerry cans, pouring liquid everywhere. Then the main suspect comes in, matching the description from the video, and he starts kicking the victims around. Then two men drag out a white male from a separate room. He too collapses after exposure of the gas as well. He then attempts to shoot the main suspect, which doesn't seem to affect him at all. Two men dressed in black then proceed to start kicking the crap outta the male, but they stop. Then I saw the suspect walk towards the male, before one of his men suddenly whacks the male in the head with a baseball bat. They carry his body away, which leads me to believe that he is the man killed in the then bring in big oil drums and dynamite. What looks to be like a makeshift bomb gets carried into the room and wired up to the oil drums, before the suspect and the thugs leave, and then there's a quick flash of light a minute later before the entire thing cuts to black, which was probably the explosion." I explain to Mitch.
"So now we know what happened, but we don't know where these people are." Mitch says as we pull up to a City Hall, where more reporters are waiting.
"What do you think the Mayor would like to talk to you about?" One asks.
"Sergeant, do you believe that Mysterion is causing more harm than good?" Another questions, which I think is absolutely bullshit. How is Mysterion causing more harm when he's the guy that stopped most crime in the last six months?
We enter the main building, thank God no hostage crisis in this City Hall, and we wait until we are sent to the Mayor's office.
"You think this is going to be about the attack?" Mitch asks.
"What else would it be about? Other than another one of her lesbian scandals." I smirk.
"Sergeant Yates, the Mayor would like to see you now." One of her aides tells me. He offers to show me where her office is, so I already know he's a new employee, because I've been here many times.
I knock on the door, hearing a little "Come In!", to which I enter the office, seeing the turquoise-hair politician gazing out of the window, her back turned to me.
"Good morning, Mayor McDaniels." I say. She spins around with a serious look on her face.
"Good morning, Sergeant Yates. Have a seat." She says. Once I'm seated, she begins.
"You know why I called you down here at such short notice, right?" She asks.
"I believe it has something to do with the attack at the Union Station in Denver." I say, to which she nods.
"Over 30 people dead, a former resident who went insane now vowing to cause chaos. It only takes, ONE, day, for everything to turn into a shitstorm around here!" She exclaims.
"I swear to God, you better trust this vigilante enough to bring this fucker down." She says.
"Mysterion has already given us the security footage of the attack from the wreckage of the building, and YES, I do trust him enough to take Stotch down. It might be hard for him though…" I let that last bit slip. Shouldn't have done that.
"And why would it be hard for him?" The Mayor raises an eyebrow.
"He told me that Stotch used to be a friend, and I'm pretty sure that having to take down someone who used to be your friend must be hard for him." I tell her.
"Tell me, your honour, do you trust Mysterion?" I ask her.
She lets out a sigh, before finally saying, "Of course I trust him. He's managed to clean up this stupid town, and I have to respect him for doing that." She gives in.
"Y'know, I'm pretty sure he's doing your job better than you already are." She jokes.
"Heh. Yeah, well I prefer to do things within the law." We laugh at my remark.
"There is one thing, though." She says.
"What is it?" I ask.
"I want to meet him, Harrison, I want to meet him." She says. I sit back in the chair, thinking about it.
"I'll see what I can do." I eventually tell her. She gives me a satisfied look.
"So, what about the guy in the video? Y'know, the one that already has a million views on YouTube and has gotten national news coverage?" She asks.
"No, I'm afraid we haven't. We have yet to even identify the guy yet, let alone-" I get cut off when someone knocks on the door quite loud.
"What the hell is going on?" She shouts, which lead to Mitch bursting through the door.
"Sir, I said you can't come in here! Leave now!" One of the Mayor's aides orders him.
"Sir! You have to get to Denver, now!" He blurts out.
"You need to leave!" The other aid orders.
"Shut the fuck up!" I tell them both off.
"What's so urgent that you have to interrupt my meeting?" I ask Mitch.
"They found the body." He says.
"What?" I asked him in disbelief.
"The man from the video, they found his body hanging off a crane from a construction site." He quickly says. I look over to the Mayor, who gives me a nod of approval.
"Alright, we have to go, now." I leave City Hall with Mitch, running past more reporters to my car. We then speed off to Denver.
At Denver
Mysterion's PoV
I glide to the construction site after hiding my motorcycle, seeing news helicopters around the crane. I then see the body hanging from the top of the crane. I pull out a blade, and I slice the rope before dive bombing and catching the body before it hits the ground. "CHAOS EVERY WEEK" is scrawled on his shirt in big red writing, almost like blood. A car enters the blockade made by the other police cars, and out comes a Sergeant Yates and his partner Mitch.
"It's him." I tell the two men as they rush to the body.
"Chaos Every Week, Jesus Christ." Mitch mutters.
"I'll call an immediate airlift to the nearest hospital for an autopsy report." Yates takes out his phone, but I stop him.
"No need." I hook the body's belt to mine, grappling up to a nearby police helicopter, dragging the dead body with me.
"Get us to the nearest hospital. This man's autopsy could be crucial to catching the son of a bitch who did this." I tell the pilot, who flies to the nearest hospital.
We arrive on the roof, where a few doctors are waiting with a stretcher. Yates and Mitch join me on the roof, and a blonde female doctor leads us to the autopsy room. We watch the doctor do her work, pulling out blood samples, taking a look at bruises on the man's body, while Yates and Mitch seal his clothes as evidence. After a while, the doctor concludes her autopsy.
"Well, there were two giant bruises on both the front and back of his head, plus a few bruises on his midsection. Two stab wounds were found on the chest, but they weren't made by a knife, but with what seems to be a syringe. His lungs seem to have been filled with toxic fumes, while his stomach had traces of a chemical liquid that we have never seen before." She explains.
Yates and Mitch continue to ask her questions, while I try and out the puzzle pieces together.
"Those toxic fumes was the gas released into the station, and thanks to the security footage, we know that the wound on the back of his head is the cause of a baseball bat. Since the wound on the front of his head seems to be the same size, he probably received another blow with the bat later on. His midsection was beaten up by the thugs at the station, explaining those bruises. Wait, you said syringes. In the video, the man screamed something about not wanting a syringe. Since there are two holes, he must have been stabbed before and after the video was made. Once for torture, and again which caused his death. My only guess for the liquid in his stomach is what prevented him from dying the first time." I explain, earning puzzled looks from everyone else in the room. Well, I certainly did a Sherlock there, didn't I? Hold on a minute…
"Yates. Saturday night we raided a drug deal, and what did we find? Syringes. The same ones that were used by Boyett. Now, there's a man using custom made chemicals. Stitch was the guy that supplied Boyett." I declare.
"Oh, dear, God." Yates says, as we rush out of the hospital, after thanking the doctor of course.
I grapple away, now knowing that we are dealing with something major.
A/N: Again, thank you for your review AnonymousPoet! JackOLantern1337, I'm glad that you did enjoy Mysterion! Anyway, Xmas exams are being a bitch, with me having two tomorrow (as of posting this), so slow updates will probably be common for the next week. However, after that, I will be freeeeee! So, I hope you like this chapter, especially Mysterion's little deduction thing, there, and as always…
Thanks for Reading!