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Suspect Five’s ass was just starting to go numb, but he was just buzzed enough not to care. He was sitting alone on a city bus, switching from staring straight ahead to staring out the streaky window. There were other people on the bus, he could hear their voices, but apparently none of them wanted to sit next to Suspect Five. Maybe it was the smell. Cigarette reek did have a nasty habit of sinking into clothing and staying there. 

As the concrete landscape crawled by, the scruffy older man shook his head anxiously, trying to shake away those last couple swigs of vodka before he arrived at the station. It had been a while ago, but he was still feeling the effects. Suspect Five wanted to make this Logan guy’s day a little easier by sobering up, so at least he would have some legal credibility for whatever nonsense this little interview was about. He did have a full flask for after the meeting though, and he could feel its comforting weight in the front pocket of his jeans, along with the pack of cigarettes, lighter and cell phone in his left hand pocket. Just as he was about to pull the lighter out, the bus hissed loudly and came to a halt at his stop.

Five climbed quickly out of his seat and off of the bus, hearing another hiss behind him as it lumbered away. Since the station was a couple of blocks away, he stuck a cig in the corner of his mouth and lit it, taking quite a few tries since his lighter was on the fritz. Knowing exactly where to go, Suspect Five dragged his his previously athletic legs in the direction of the police station, smoke trailing in his wake. 

The journey was a short and uneventful one, unfortunately for Suspect Five, as he was hoping to see something along the way that might capture his imagination. Apart from the crowds wrinkling their noses at him, no such luck. He stepped on the remainder of his cigarette as he shambled up the steps towards the station entrance and stepped inside. The inside was bland, clean, and enormous, just like he expected. Five shoved his hands in his pockets and waited for whatever this was.