Flashback: a few days later

It has been two days since the Sheriff had arrived in Zaun. While she did tell the truth that she is a member of the League and anyone who tries to harm who would have serious repercussions, that didn't stop the scum in Zaun from trying. It was too risky for an attractive female with an attitude to walk the streets of Zaun in her normal purple skirt attire and hat. Therefore, she disguised herself with a dirty-blonde colored wig and left her hat in her unmarked police vehicle's trunk, which killed her a little on the inside for walking in public without it even on her person. It made her feel bare.

She currently stationed herself in a motel. She provided management with cash up front and in advance, enough to last her a few days. Nobody in Zaun questioned much, especially not money up front. In a way, this City-State was a mix of every other one. It had Bilgewater's ideals on money, Noxus's corrupt government and dirtied populace, Piltover's love for technological advancement, and even Demacia's heavy standard on following established rules and codes. Not to say Zaun had hardly any, but there WERE a select few that everyone who has lived there even remotely long knew about and abided by. If they didn't, and others found out, it would mean serious harm to them or their very well being in general, such as friends or family. One such code was that you do not try to rip off another inventor's idea. If there is proof it wasn't yours, and you try to pass it off as your own, or do not give credit to the creator, you very well could be found dead the next day. On the other hand, there was a chance you would not be found at all, you would probably be buried in your own backyard a few dozen feet under.

The second established rule that Caitlyn had learned about, was that during the daytime, Zaun did its best to portray itself as the most sophisticated and advanced city-state out of all of them. Everyone here had an incredible sense of pride for their city, regardless of its political or hidden actions. It baffled the Sheriff. Such blind loyalty to such a scum ridden area. The second part to the rule, was that anyone who is seen committing any sort of crime during daylight hours, was immediately prosecuted without prejudice. This could mean death, life in a cell or a mine, or just plainly being beaten down to the brink of death by officers in the street. It depended on the severity of the crime. This second rule, by it's existence, meant that nighttime hours were the most dangerous in almost any city-state. Bilgewater has Zaun beat by quite a margin, but that doesn't dwindle the dangers that go on in Zaun at night.

During the day, she met up with her contact stationed in Zaun, and cross referenced notes about the Pinkette. What gangs she was targeting, if there was a pattern, and any easy way to tell the next one she's go after. Sadly enough there was no pattern. It seems that if the Pinkette found a gang hideout, she up and decimated it. Anyone who got in her way was a casualty, and anyone who cooperated with her….let's just say she did her best to spare them their health. Her interrogation techniques were primal and brutal, but effective. People simply feared for their life, and told her whatever they knew. Sometimes they didn't know enough, and that'd be a fact, but she would keep pressing on and on until she was satisfied with the answer.

Throughout other parts of the day, Caitlyn was a simple dirty-blonde haired woman. She perused Zaun's...cuisine and fashion. She spent the next day or two pretending to be the gossiping tourist who didn't know any better. She would walk up to stalls and pretend to be amazed by the city to vendors and denizens. Most of the time, it'd feed their ego, and they would be OH SO HAPPY to tell Caitlyn more about the inner workings of the city. Most would just brag about how their city was a lot better than Piltover. How Piltover was full of such snobs who are too afraid to take risks. Who don't promote true intellectual freedom. Who "hide" behind their rules and regulations. All Caitlyn could think about during this was , At least my city doesn't have open sewage flowing through the parks.

During the nights, Caitlyn would go over notes, eat what simple microwaved food she bought from the shops, and try to swallow the negative emotions from hearing her beloved city be trashed to her all day. She studied her leads, possible targets the Pinkette could go after next, but none of it made sense. There were no gangs in Zaun, or at least none fully established yet, to actually make a name for themselves. There was no way to tell who she'd target next, and where they were. She did know of a more primitive way to find out where though. It each attack the Pinkette did to a gang, there was always reports of huge sounds of crashing, rumbling, and crashing. Sounds of "pain induced screams" and "blood curdling shrieks" for help supposedly filled the air at night. As long as she waited to hear these...slightly nauseating clues, she would find this woman. But this did mean going out during night hours, which meant she'd have to go out without her disguise. The probability was high she could be jumped, or mugged, or kidnapped being an extremely attractive female out at night traversing the alleyways, but there was a slightly higher chance she believed that if they saw it was Sheriff Caitlyn, a member of the League of Legends, they might rethink approaching her for fear of the Institute's reprimanding.

The Sheriff sat at the edge of her bed, going over her findings. She glanced at the bedside clock, it read 2 o'clock in the morning. She was going over the most recent reports. The Pinkette was tracking down Edmundo, also known as , but why? Did she not know of the kind of creature this humanoid was? Or did she simply not care? She did wipe out almost a dozen gangs, some of them numerous and equipped fairly well for illegal smuggling. Could the Doctor even have been strong enough to take down this many in such a short amount of time? Was she going to harm him, or was he going to harm her? What was their history? Did they even have one?

These thoughts haunted Caitlyn for the last few days as she searched and gathered info. It was not as easy as paying someone off in Noxus, or going to the local registry in Demacia to find someone in Zaun. If the Pinkette had a strong bond with the community of Zaun, nobody would give up any information on her if the Pinkette wanted to stay hidden. There was also the risk that if she asked too many questions, or asked the wrong ones, she risks attracting unwanted, possibly dangerous attention. After another hour of study, she decided she would give it one more day. If she couldn't find this woman by then, she'd give up the search, as well as pull out her contact in the city. She couldn't risk being away from Piltover any lon-

*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH*

A blood curdling scream filled the night air. Caitlyn jumped from the bed, and reactively grabbed and quickly assembled her rifle in hand. A woman had screamed out from across the street. Caitlyn had no idea where this mystery woman was, or who was screaming or why, but as a commanding officer who dedicated her life to protecting the innocent, or at least until proven guilty, she couldn't sit by.

*PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!* That did it.

Caitlyn ripped open the door to her motel room, and slammed it shut behind her. She sprinted across the parking lot and across the street, cocking her rifle as she ran. She didn't wear her wig or disguise. She decided to take the chance anyone noticing it was her would leave her be. That she'd be protected by the League's shadow. She reached the other end of the street, and she heard it much closer.

*ANYONE?! PLEASE, HE'S ON TOP OF ME!* A rape?!, frantically thought the Sheriff as she barreled down the alley way it came from, a few feet in front of her. She ran down the alley way until she reached an intersection. One led to the backdoor of the apartment complex, and the other further down the alley way. She noticed someone crumpled on the ground further down the way. She ran and quickly took aim above her, in front of her, behind her. No sign of anyone else. She knelt next to the crying, whimpering woman. "Ma'am, do not worry, I'm here. My name is Caitlyn, I'm a member of the League, I can help you. Where did the perp go?!"

The woman stopped crying at the mention of her name. She turned to meet Caitlyn's gaze, and Caitlyn's eyes went wide as she realized what was going on. The woman's eyes were dry. Not a single tear was shed. The Sheriff shot up, and looked around with her rifle cocked and at the ready. She quickly backed away from the woman, and pointed the barrel of the gun at her. "What is the meaning of this? You cried out, saying someone was on top of you, but you haven't cried a single tear, and aren't even shaking in distress. Tell me now, or I put a bullet in each limb and give you a reason to cry out." The woman started chuckling.

"My, my, I didn't know this mystery tourist in our city was none of then Sheriff Caitlyn herself!" Caitlyn gulped, They were watching me since i arrived? I was just a tourist though! Caitlyn backed up a few more steps, "One last chance, tell me who you are, and what you were doing luring me out." The woman stood up, and brushed herself off. Caitlyn got a good look at her finally. She had tattoos on most of the right side of her face and neck. Her hair was dirty, but in a ponytail, dark brown? Black? It was too dark to tell. "Don't worry sexy, you'll find out. You won't like how though.." The woman started giggling, and was cut short when she heard a gunshot and felt what might as well have been lava shoot through her right knee. Then again, in her left shoulder. The woman crumpled back to the ground, screaming in pain, tears coming to her eyes. "Hollow..p-point rounds...you BITCH!"

Caitlyn's eyes were firm, and cold. "I gave you a chance. Tell whoever you have watching me to stay away, or I see how well these rounds do against their skull." Caitlyn quickly turned and hightailed it out of the alleyway, and back across the street to her motel room. She could hear the woman scream after her "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS, YOU STUPID CUNT!" She reached her room, opened the door , and quickly slammed it shut. She engaged every locked the door had, knob, chain, and bolt. She made sure the windows were locked and the curtains closed. She checked the bathroom for anyone, but there wasn't anyone there. She sat on the edge of her bed, and became lost in thought.

She knew about me, at least of my presence in the city. I guess that shouldn't be surprising, a tourist from somewhere else arriving in your city. As the Law, I make it my job to know who of priority or mystery enters or leaves my city. This city has little law, so I guess local gangs and militia make it their job to do the same. She lured me out into that alleyway, to what? Kill me? She could've done it, someone could've came up behind me. Mug me? If she was the only person there, I stopped her cold. She rested her rifle on the wall next to her. She knew I was in this room, this motel at least. She might bring help. I have to call backup and get out of this city while I have an opening too. She pulled out her communication device, and started to dial. She got to the fourth number, when she felt something crack her in the back of the head, and she blacked out...