Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater…well if ever..pfft…
"Soul reporting to Captain, everything in the auction house vanished. The bidders, the host, the things."
"Any clue or lead? Also trace evidence what vehicle the culprit used."
"No clue, such a clean plan of the culprit. As of now use of searching device were used. Cameras also didn't work, spotted none in fact."
"Ok, just keep it up and don't let your guard down, the culprit might still be lurking inside."
"Roger Captain"
It was one of the biggest cases that the New City Republic laid their hands on. The auction house DICE which was reported to be stolen of, well may be obliterated by the culprit or culprits, such a rare case for the police to solve. Earlier around 8 pm, the rich with pride and enormous money set foot on this DICE for the big night. It was not the usual gold, gems, artifact, art the bidders were after, it was DW, no one knew what it is, or who or how or which or where, the DW was beyond confidential.
One thing the captain knows, it is highly cost and dangerous. The fact that the DW attracts not only of the biggest people in the world but may also is the most heinous criminals running for. It is a truth which needs not to be heard of the human minds.
Security Alert of radius 50 km from the DICE, no force is allowed to enter or exit the said borderline circle. The newly promoted Detective Soul altered between tables and positions, looking at the Map of City searching for possible tracks. On one table lay compass, ruler, timer, architecture of the building, a vision device which allow the illusion as if you were on the true scene. Working between possible clues and suspect, Soul concluded on one thing.
Sure if it wasn't him, then who would've possibly be? But the evidence doesn't prove anything yet, moreover he couldn't do such a thing as what he's recent activities show. The things he stole were out of his character, were not, rather of no connection at all.
Death the Kid, which sounds like him but distortion between reality and fact, he stole a toothbrush yesterday and toothpaste this morning doesn't make sense at all. The uncommon activity of the thief is questionable.
"Det. Soul, study the situation first before concluding the suspects."
"Roger captain"
Maka was on her office, who would've given her that rank again? Ah yes, the over protective Mr. Albarn. He had thought of a rank which may even exist in the police ranks. Chief? Detective? No he insisted and created a new history for the police. CAPTAIN. What does that do? What is that position? Well who cares? Mr. Head is after his little missy.
All day she can do is signed the papers and no adventure, no action, no life. She took her coffee from the little kitchen and went back to her room. Looking at the City from her windows she thought this is where it all began, this is where it might end.
She moved her pawn from the little game board. Just to pass time, she would open a chessboard and play a little while.
"Maka Albarn." Kid was moving towards the table where she played, he drank his coffee from his hand.
"How did?" slipping the whole idea aside, she staggered to a serious tone. "Why are you here?"
"Chess is a war game" the thief sat in front of the captain.
"You shouldn't get involve with this" Kid said monotonously.
"Answer me or die sooner here"
"You see, I'm the black King Maka. A new war will start."
"If the police wouldn't then who would probably be?"
"Save your men captain." And Kid fell backwards from the window.
Maka opened her left hand where she believed Kid must've left something.
A chess piece.
White King
Not far from her place, a loud bomb disturbed the city. Smoke filled the area, Maka trying to identify the place which she hopes not, may fate be with them. Clearing the view, she could sense fear freeze her. It was the DICE which was bombarded.
Soul
Sorry if Fate published late chapter 7.*sniff sniff*…Fate just caught a fever.
But sooner Fate will continue her best
Fate needs reviews and suggestions please~…XD