[i][h1][center][color=77AC92]Suspect #6[/color][/center][/h1][/i][hr][hr]

          ♪ [i]beep beep beep beep[/i] ♪

          The green LED lights shone brightly in the gloomy apartment room as the high pitched tocsin shrieked noisily at an obnoxiously loud volume. As if the poor choice in ring tone wasn't enough. There was an exaggerated sigh of discontent followed by a groan and shuffling in the sheets when the lone figure rolled over in his bed to silence that annoying little alarm. Judging by the way he slapped a hand onto the over-sized 'dismiss' button and then roughly shoved the plastic clock off to lay abandoned between his nightstand and the wall, it was truly no wonder why this was the fourth one this year. They were probably used up faster than the limited hours he had with the escorts he rented every once in a while. 

          The man who -unbeknownst to him- would be referred to as Suspect Six very soon, untangled himself from the comforters and groggily marched to the bathroom. Shower, change clothes, feed the cats, make breakfast; the everyday tasks passed in a blur as the man struggled against the urge to go back to sleep. He knew there must have been a reason behind why he was being forced out of his abode on his day off, but he had yet to recall exactly what that reason was. Stupid brain. 

          Scrolling through recent text messages on his phone provided no clues and neither did sorting through the stash of mostly unopened mail. Hoping it wasn't important enough to get him in trouble if he claimed that he'd simply forgotten or, if it was important, praying that at the very least it would come back to him later, Suspect Six took his half-assed attempt of a meal with him to the sofa and plopped down. The television was promptly turned on for background noise and he kicked his feet up on the table (no one was around to lecture him for the undesirable habit so why the hell not?). Suspect Six casually pulled out his cellular device and began scrolling through the new notifications that popped up while he absentmindedly munched away at his food.

          "Shit."

          He saw it then, the email he'd received earlier this week, and the severity of the situation hit him hard. This wasn't something he could just blow off, this shit was serious! And unfortunately for Suspect Six, he'd had more than enough of his fair share of run-ins with the authorities before so he was most definitely [u]not[/u] looking forward to this. The man paused mid chew and looked up at the old clock he had hung up on the wall. To add to his dismay, he was due to be at the KCPD within the next seven minutes, with over three and a half kilometers separating him from his destination. Suspect Six wolfed down the rest of his breakfast and hurried for the door. Cell? Check. Keys? Check. Smokes? Check. Was there anything else he needed? Suspect Six patted his pockets and did a full three-sixty as he searched desperately for whatever else it was he'd need later. [i]Screw it[/i], he thought to himself, and decided he'd better leave now unless he wanted to be any later than he already was.

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          Suspect Six had ridden his bicycle most of the way there, swerving through traffic and frequently cutting off other drivers whenever he got the chance, then hoping off the block before the station to tether it to a pole. He shamelessly proceeded to speed-walk it the rest of the way and ignored the burning glares or wondering stares he received from bystanders as he pushed his way along. Crossing the street and finally within view of the police station, Suspect Six paused and glanced at his watch. As presumed, he was tardy. Well since that's the case... Suspect Six wiped both hands down his face, trying to clean off all evidence of his rushed journey here, and waited a couple more minutes to catch his breath and tidy himself up. Once satisfied, he stuffed both hands into his pockets and strutted over the main entrance.