"On the count of three…"
Alfred stood with his back against the wall, next to him was Arthur and on the other side of the door was Gilbert. Somehow this situation seemed fairly familiar. The blonde steadied his breath and leaned his head against the cool metal of his Dominator. A irrational fear passed through him from holding the weapon and he had to school himself to calm down. This would be his third field work since the incident with his twin brother and still the feeling of a Dominator still wrought unease within him. Shaking his head Alfred re-opened his eyes just as Gilbert called out a hushed "...three!"
Arthur went first, surging forwards with the speed and precision of what could only be of a veteran his mien foursquare. With thick brows down and scrunched in concentration he burst open the door and charge inside with Dominator steady in his grip.
Gilbert and Arthur quickly followed behind him into the apartment, eyes darting around and taking in the environment around them. There appeared to be no one home however it wasn't abstruse to see that they had their perpetrator. If there millions of photographs of the beaten and murdered Miss Kat wasn't a clue enough then what was? Her picture hung from literally every corner of the room, creepy mannequins stationed here and there had her face stapled to their heads, and possible the most horrifying part was that the man owning this apartment had knives imbedded in nearly every one of her pictures. Each mannequin had cut marks all over them. It was so lucid to see this man's obsession for her. The room was the physical manifestation of his hatred and insanity. It was a wonder how he had escaped notice until now.
"Okay," Arthur's voice cut through the silence and bringing Alfred and Gilbert out of their horribly surprised thoughts. He turned to the young blonde expectantly, "Your orders?"
Alfred frowned giving one last cursory look around the room before calling out, "Gilbert take the bedroom. I'll get the kitchen. And Arthur…" He looked back at the older man, a emotion akin to trust bloomed in his chest.
Arthur nodded, fully understanding of Alfred's tacit trail off and answered, "I will check the bathroom-"
However before he could even finish this sentence the door to that very same room the Inspector called burst open and a man shot passed them from his covert hiding place all making a beeline for the front door. Either by his gut or by some fortuitous happening the oldest Inspector was once again right.
Arthur growled and rounded on the man and chased him out the front door. Gilbert muttered a "damn" under his breath and was quick to follow leaving the more inexperience Alfred standing there in a sense of confusion before settling with a determinate look and following suit.
Out in the hallway Arthur held his Dominator out, pointed at the running man who struggled to put on his helmet. With a pull of his trigger the weapon set to lethal-eliminator mode shot out a bright beam that cuffed the running man in his arm. Almost immediately the limb swelled to a grotesque blob and exploded it's contents throughout the hallway. However the man continued to run as if not noticing his imploded arm.
Alfred flinched at the rain of blood and muscle and continued at his sprint, not wanting to lose distance with this teammates and their target.
"It seemed like he is using some sort of powerful anesthetic," Gilbert expounded to them his voice only slightly out of breath in comparison to Alfred's own. "Something like that should only be taken in small doses in fear of overdose, it should run out soon."
Arthur nodded in understanding.
Together they made their way to the stair, forgoing the building elevator, and chased the man down 14 different levels.
The man's name was Ivan Braginski, the illegitimate brother of Kat. After checking her office buildings and coworkers for any suspicious activity is was soon salient to everybody who the perpetrator was. Around a few months ago Ivan and altogether stopped going to work at his father's company and began staying at home all day. This way he wouldn't be in view of the street scanners and avoided attention that way… That was, until someone gave him access to one of those accursed helmets.
It was later discovered he had the motive as well. The company he and his sister worked at was owned by CEO Winter Braginski, and he overtly gave his children special privileges not open to anyone else. However, because Kat was Winter's eldest heiress she was given things that Ivan, the illegitimate son, was not. And so, a horrible and garbled obsession began to build within the jealous Ivan and was soon turned murderous. Multiple accounts of fellow workers had said Ivan acted "strange" or "questionable" at times in his actions and expressions. Such as following his sister around discreetly, though perhaps not discreetly enough, or mentioning and bringing up the most disturbing things at the most random of times. Even to his fellow co workers the perspicuity of Ivan's insanity was evident.
As of now they just needed to capture the man before he did more damage.
Which is where that god forsaken helmet came in.
It was theorized by their computer's expert Kiku Honda that perhaps the helmet didn't construct a new criminal-capacity for the wearer (which would involve much high-tech and powerful hacking of the Heta system, a feat that was nigh impossible) but instead camouflaged him instead. Everyone had been quite surprised and intrigued by this theory and Kiku was quick to expatiate on the idea.
He said that perhaps the helmet acted as a chameleon. It took the lowest criminal capacity from an immediate area and adjusted and projected that same one to the scanners. This way no complex hacking was involved and a simple solution was found. Which was also why Alfred was here now (aside from being Arthur's partner and there needing to be a high ranking Inspector on the mission commanding the Enforcers) because between he and Ludwig he had the lowest and the most stable criminal-capacity, this way they could test Kiku's theory.
Once on the ground level the group split two ways. Gilbert took to the left and Arthur and Alfred to the right. Now they were traveling down the dark back alleys of the city, a confusing labyrinth of concrete that you had to know by heart to truly travel. Luckily they had technology though because Arthur quickly brought up a map from his wrist communicator. The holographic picture fazed here and there because of the concrete all around them but never shut down. It showed the three of them and their target traveling.
Arthur looked back at Alfred, "Do I have permission to conduct a plan?"
Alfred nodded.
The older Inspector smiled that predatory grin of his as his poison green eyes danced with life and glee. Alfred shivered and was reminded that though Arthur was his good friend and trusted partner he was also a dangerous and intrinsic latent criminal, capable of killing without flinching.
"Alright," Arthur said into his ear piece. "I need crowd control drones deployed to several different locations. First is Rivervine road, block off the main exit to Fountain plaza, I need several to block the entrance to the west side third alleyway on School street, then place…" he continued on, calling out different commands and Alfred watched with amazement as the dot representing Ivan was blocked off at every turn. In his ear, through his earpiece, Gilbert cackled at Arthur's plan.
He was herding Ivan like sheep.
It didn't take long to catch up to the man once he hit a dead end. As soon as they entered that last alley it was patent to the three of them that Ivan's anesthesia was wearing off. The man's breath was labored and came out in little spurts and whines of pain. He clutched his bloody shoulder where his left arm should've been. The pain began to blear his vision and senses.
"Okay Kiku," Arthur spoke into his wrist communicator. "Time to test your theory."
He held up his Dominator and took a criminal-capacity scan of Ivan, "Okay Alfred. Please check your own hue please."
The blonde nodded and looked down at his own wrist communicator and had it take a quick scan of him then and there. He then looked up at Arthur, "It reads at 32 CC."
That same predatory grin spread across Arthur's face, distorting his handsome looks. "Good," he practically purred. "It reads the same."
Alfred almost sighed in relief and took this as a sign to begin walking slowly away, knowing that they had to test the rang of the helmet. He turned and began to walk out of the alleyway, unconsciously counting his steps at he went. When he hit 48 there was a bang and he heard the telltale splat of Ivan's demise from behind him but he couldn't find it in him to turn around.
"It's around a 40 meters radius," Arthur called from behind probably relaying the information to headquarters. "I'm going to take the helmet by hand for further examination."
Alfred, who was also connected to the intercom system heard the chuckle of the reserved Kiku. Obviously the Japanese man was pleased his theory had been correct. It was a huge breakthrough though. Now they could focus on the impending doom of whatever ulterior plan these helmets fell under.
Though in their hearts both Alfred and Arthur knew that the man behind this was one Francis Bonnefoy. Possibly the most dangerous man in the world.
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