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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmXQFwlD7vk]Music[/url] blared out of the speakers of a young investigator's iPhone as Detective Logan Colby sat at his computer, typing away.
[color=steelblue]"Turn that crap off!"[/color] Logan shouted. The young investigator was either unable to hear him, or too content in his own ignorance. Either way, Logan was ignored and the music went on. He groaned, finishing up the email. It was more brief than he'd wanted, but it would have to do until the godforsaken song was over. He pressed enter, and the email was sent to the five recipients. He was hoping they'd all show up when expected - he didn't really want to send out some officers just to retrieve suspects that might not even be the kidnapper. He whistled to his desk mate. [color=steelblue]"Corey, get us my Migraleve, will you? And some coffee?"[/color]
Corey nodded.
[b]"I won't be a minute,"[/b] He said as he got up, before he tucked his chair under and walked off. In the meanwhile, Logan tried his best to hold back the oncoming migraine as the young investigator's noise fest went on.

   Corey returned after two minutes, with two yellow tablets, (along with two pink ones just in case) and a cup of coffee. The detective gave his thanks and took the items, placing the pink tablets and one of the yellow tablets on the desk. He took one yellow tablet, before he took the other one, and set the pink ones aside. [i]I'm gonna have to take the pink ones...[/i] he thought. [i]That fucking music won't stop.[/i]

   Three minutes, two pink tablets and a cup of coffee later, the terrible song eventually ended and the young investigator put his phone away. [i]Thank fucking God.[/i]
[b]"Hey, we've got another report of a kidnapping!"[/b] Detective Kevin Dalton called out, his eyes racing across his computer screen as he took yet another 911 call.
[color=steelblue]"Fucking hell..."[/color] Logan muttered, getting up and coming over. [color=steelblue]"What's the location?"[/color]
Kevin typed away at his keyboard, talking to the distressed woman on the phone.
[b]"Just at the back of The Midnight Fox Nightclub."[/b]
Logan walked back to his desk, radioing to Squad 1.
[color=steelblue]"We've got another kidnapping. Yeah, the Nightclub. Right. Thanks."[/color] He sighed, before he turned off the radio and sat back in his chair. Five minutes until he left work. He decided to leave a little earlier, since another kidnapping wouldn't happen within five minutes. Surely not? He put on his coat and walked out of the Police Station.
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[b]"Logan!"[/b] A voice called out as the detective entered the Police Station the next day. He groaned, turning around.
[color=steelblue]"Yeah?"[/color]
An infuriated looking P.C Eugene Vaughan strode up to him, face red as blood.
[b]"What were you doing leaving five minutes early?"[/b] He barked. [b]"Something else could've happened in that time, little as it was! You are the man who keeps this operation together!"[/b]
[color=steelblue]"Eugene, I-I--"[/color]
All rage seemed to disappear from the constable's face in an instant, replaced with a laugh.
[b]"Oh, I got you!"[/b] He laughed uncontrollably, much to the detective's embarrassment. Logan blushed.
[color=steelblue]"God, Eugene, you gotta stop doing this to me."[/color]
The constable managed to regain himself.
[b]"Go on, Logan. You wait for those suspects."[/b]
Logan nodded, before he walked to the wall and waited for the suspects to arrive.