PROMPTS: draw, feed, humiliate, narrow, miniature, car, watch, school.
RANDOM DIALOGUE: "You're too good for this world."
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His name was Derek, and he was a detective. He'd barely been a detective for a year, but he had lost almost all of his zeal to 'serve the state' and 'protect the people'. That was because, no matter how many cases he had solved and would ever solve, the system was riddled with corrupt officers in the high places, pulling the strings. Fresh meat from the academy would finally come to see that the ideals and fanciful doctrines about discipline, commitment, justice and sacrifice were nothing but hogwash like he had done so himself. They had graduated from 'that's how it's supposed to be' academy, now they needed to go to 'that's how it is' school.
Its up to you to fix the system, his inner goody-two-shoes detective said.
Yeah, like he was in the mood for some Thursday Motivation. He glanced at his watch, seeing that he had about three hours till when he was supposed to turn up at work.
He made a cup of green tea and added some cinnamon as he stared around his one-bedroom apartment. The picture of his late girlfriend, Kristine rested on his little shelf, the miniature Sherlock Holmes she gave him when he graduated from the academy.
"You're too good for this world." She always said.
In the end, she was too good for this world, because she died in a car accident the next month. Kristine thought he could change the corrupt system he always complained about, one big case at a time. It would humiliate him if she saw him now, having lost all faith in the system and just working for his monthly pay.
Now, the case of Aimee Peaks who was another big case that seemed to be morphing into something else.
His phone ringtone went off, rousing him from his reverie. His partner, Zoe, was calling.
"Hey Z, what's up?" He said, calling her by her pet name.
"Good Morning, D. I finally got some intel on the John Doe who crashed into a tree at the Precinct. Philippe Gonzalez, an illegal immigrant from Mexico. And there's more."
"Shock me."
"He is also known as Marco and works for an underground organization called Personas which, as its name might imply, is a human traffic ring linked to the Yakuza in Japan."
"So they traffic people from the Americas and Utopia to Asia? Interesting. So why was Gonzalez shot at, and why dos it appear he was bound, judging from the ropes o his hands?"
"I think I may have a theory for that. It may be that he had done something to offend the leader of Personas, and was bound. But he must have escaped, and tried to flee before being shot at."
"That accounts for some pieces of the puzzle, but there are many gaping holes. What was so special abut Aimee Peaks that he had to take her with him despite the possibility that he was probably risking being caught escaping due to the fact that they must have been detained in different rooms? And what were his last words about... Sidney, the Park, Schneider and the Black Lotus?"
The call ended abruptly. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at his phone's notification bar and discovered he had lost all service, as the network bar was empty. Strange. Then there was a knock on his door.
"Who is it?" He called out.
"Hi. I'm from the Network Company. I'm calling because we are conducting some routine maintenance on some cables and we'd like to ask a few questions." a female voice answered.
"These guys again." he said. heading for the door.
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Outside, Camille cocked her gun and nodded to Sven as he came down from the ladder. This was the perfect opportunity to nip this investigation at its bud.
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