[center][h2][color=fff79a]The Librarian[/color] and Randall Harwin[/h2]
 Roads leading South from Stein Estates[hr][hr][/center]

[color=fff79a]“Love me love me... Need me need me...”[/color] Harry Murmured to himself as he fidgeted with his handgun, singing along to the sounds playing softly over the radio of the jet-black SUV he was sitting in the back seat of. 

	[color=fff79a]“The Chief got filled in, right Vel?” [/color]

	[color=92278f]“About the Incident at Rebecca’s Bar, or your intent to act as Harwin’s Lawyer?”[/color] Came the woman’s voice from the front seat, Vel. Harry’s Second in command/personal driver and secretary. He had found her, like most of his staff, in quite unpleasant situations, which he had pulled her out of with his connections and resources

[color=fff79a]“The Harwin one.”[/color] He responded absentmindedly, leaning his forehead against the mirror as he looked out into the trees.

[color=92278f]“Yes, the Chief has been made aware you will be involving yourself in this situation, much to his disagreement.” [/color]

[color=fff79a]“Good, I’d hate to surprise him.”[/color] He said with a wicked grin, before rolling down the window and sticking his head out of it to enjoy the breeze.

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[center][h3]GPD, Harwin’s Interrogation Room[/h3][/center]

The door swings open widely to Harold’s Interrogation cell, and Stein strolls in, his wide brown eyes sharper than razors as he sizes up the young man sitting before him. As the door closes, a strange filter of dark-purple seems to layer over everything in the room, and a tattoo on Stein’s wrist begins to glow ever so slightly. Now, if someone were to eavesdrop they would hear nothing, and the audio and visual recordings of the room would become far too warped to view.

[color=fff79a]“Remember me?”[/color] Stein asked with a wide grin as he, rather than sitting on the chair in front of the table Randall, Stood and squated upon the table itself. 
[color=fff79a]”We should talk.”[/color]


Randall grinned at the man before him. “oh, goodie, the Librarian!” he cheered, taking the ominous setting in stride. “I did hope to meet you some day, but I was saving all you magic wielders for last, since it’s so hard to find ways to kill you nowadays, you know? I bet you had something to do with that,” he laced his fingers and rested his chin upon them, smiling up at the bald man.

[color=fff79a][i]’He’s fucking perfect.’[/i][/color] Stein thought to himself as he pulled his handgun from it’s holster, and set it on the table within reach. He then placed an empty magazine on the table as well, and produced ten rounds from his coat pocket and set them on the table. Each one was made from differently colored metals, and they made quite the attractive arrangement. 

[color=fff79a]”Germanium, Gold, Cobalt, Tin, Lead, Iron, Titanium, Zinc, Nickel, and Osmium.”[/color] He detailed in a bored tone, as if it should be obvious which bullet was what metal. [color=fff79a]”One of them can kill me. Pick it, and I’ll let you kill me. Don’t, and I’ll become your lawyer. When you’re declared innocent you’ll come work for me. Understood?”[/color]

Randall found himself pouting at the man. “I just told you I don’t know what kills magic wielders, I haven't studied your type yet,” he admitted before leaning down to rest his chin on the metal table and stare straight and unblinking at each bullet. He began humming as he looked at each one before slowly knocking down the tin, lead, iron, and nickel.

“I've heard of all these so I'm doubtful anything so common would kill one of you,” he explained. “I know titanium is really strong, gold is kind of soft if I remember right...I'm pretty sure humans need zinc and like every magic wielder left alive started out human from what I've heard,” he knocked down the gold and zinc, but left the titanium up. 

He looked at the four he'd left standing. He only really knew about titanium, he thought cobalt was just a shade of blue, and the other two had him stumped. He slowly knocked the titanium one over with a look of intense concentration. Two more to go. Germanium, cobalt, and osmium were left standing. Then, he realized that if he shot the man here then he’d be stuck in jail for even longer, but if he let the man become his lawyer…

He suddenly sat up and blinked innocently at the man before knocking all the bullets on their side like a sick chest match. 

“I don't know if any of these kill you,” he said truthfully, the manic smile spreading across his face. “but if I work for you, I can learn, right?”

Harry let out a cackle, a loud, harsh sound that would have rung throughout the GPD had it not been for his spell. Climbing down from the table, his cackling subsided as he circled round Randall and stood behind him, resting his hands on his shoulders. Then, he leaned down and whispered gleefully into the young man’s ear.

[color=fff79a]“No.”[/color]

With that, a simple blade slid down from under the wrist of his jacket, and he plunged it deep into the spine of Randall as his cackle returned, louder than ever. He kept laughing, like a mad man, as he spun the blade around Randall’s throat. Then, with a tug of the man’s hair, he separated his head from his shoulders and placed it neatly on the table. Then, whistling an upbeat tune Harold left the station, wondering which lucky soul would discover his gift.