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“A New Day” [color=gold]•[/color] Part 1
[b][sub]Metropolis, Delaware[/sub][/b][/center]
[indent]“Tell me something, detective.”

Detective Aaron Jase was having a bad day.

After chasing down informant-to-informant, he had finally happened upon information regarding what could have possibly been the largest criminal network in the Delaware Bay since the FBI finally nailed Bobby Gazzo a decade ago. 

It had been a stretch and his superiors at the Major Crimes Unit told him to follow the trail despite there being little to no consistent evidence that a new crime lord had risen up beyond the usual stink of street gangs and hustlers. By the time he had infiltrated a smuggling ring he had found out that there was a name. A name that the others in the ring weren’t keen on mentioning and now he knew exactly why as he found himself tied up to a chair in a dark room underneath the decrepit harbor on the south side of the slums. There was only one other person in the room besides him. The man he had loosely heard about that had decided to fill the criminal power vacuum. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m no rat.” Jase uttered as he pushed against the ropes that bound him to the old chair.

“Still pretending? Clever, but not clever enough.”

Irish accent. Buried and restrained, but he could hear it. Jase couldn’t quite place much more than that, but that was more information before today. 

“Trust me. I'm all the aware of you, Detective Aaron Jase. Badge Number 14412. I've got ears everywhere in the harbor and you wouldn't be fooling no one.”

The revelation that he knew his name and badge number caused the undercover detective to fight back against the restraints instinctively as he could hear the sound of his captor’s boots meeting the wood floor, moving some distance away.

“You’ve got me mixed up with someone else. My name ain’t that. Someone's lying to you.”

“You know, there is one way to prove what you’re saying.”

Jase rose an eyebrow, “I’ll do anything to end this misunderstanding, boss.”

Before the detective knew it, his captor was upon him, slamming his hands upon his restrained ones with great force. His face apparent even through the darkness. But what unnerved Jase the most was the man's menacing eyes.

“Good.”

The man's eyes turned a ghastly blue in an instant.

[color=2CBEE5]“Look into my eyes.”[/color] 

Those above in the streets could hear Jase's screams for miles.











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