Black Sun

by IzayaZane

One of California police department's best Detectives, Michael Noire, investigates an interesting case long forgotten. He eventually digs up more cases of "accidental deaths" all leading to one group, Black Sun. A terrible crime syndicate. This is kind of Death note based because one of the characters is based off of L :3

2. Chapter 2

-Chapter 2-
Michael's eyes widened. Any real detective could tell you who V was, Or rather who they thought he was. V was a ghost. He was everywhere and nowhere at once. And he was the worlds greatest Detective. He had solved countless cases around the world. Although there is the possibility that this is a fake, it's highly unlikely. No one dared use V's name, for fear of their lives. There has been two cases of this, one in Istanbul and one in Japan. Both men were apprehended by the police and soon disappeared. Never heard from again. This was real.

Your life is in mortal danger. You must get out now. A black Sedan will be waiting for you across the street to take you to a safe house. Take any weapons you may have as well as your partner. Get out now. Details will be given in the car.

Michael wasted no time in placing his revolver in his jacket pocket and exiting the room. He heard his computer short circuit and die. Damn...
"Nichols! Take your gun. We're leaving," he called out. A few seconds later a tall muscular African American man with a cleanly shaven head walked out of the spare room with a hand gun which he promptly slipped into the inside pocket of his sports jacket.
"Where are we going, Mike?"
"Out. Follow me."
Nichols rolled his eyes at Michael and followed him through the front door. The spring night was warm with a cool wind. About five minutes away Michael could hear flashing lights and police sirens. Across the road was a mysteriously parked Black Sedan. Michael walked over to it precariously. The front door opened and a very butler looking man stepped out. He had thinning white hair and brown eyes that peered from behind spectacles. He walked stiffly to the back door and opened it, gesturing with his hand for us to enter, "Right this way, sir. Master V awaits."
As they entered, Michael noticed the police sirens getting closer, now obviously coming in this direction. Why would the police be coming here...?
Nichols nudged him, "mike.. What's going on.."
Michael did not go in the car. Immediately he received a text message on his phone, which sounded louder and with a more urgent ringtone than his normal one. He fished for it in his pocket and pulled it out. The message was from an unknown number and it read: get in the car. Now. The police sirens are Black Sun.
He got in the car.