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"Oh, it's no one too big, but I was looking forward to having a chat with them, as they did say that they would be here..." Crosby trailed off as he walked back to the bank. "Oh, and as for the corruption in this city, it's a shame that it hasn't been fully cleaned up yet. I still know that it still exists, even the faintest-"

KABOOOOOOOOM! A loud explosion rocked the park as blood and flesh was flown across the statue of Cooper, metal shards and various bits of sinew flying through the air as a woman shrieked and screamed. The younger man stood still for one moment, holding something in his hand with a button...before running with his prosthetic leg as if he was swallowed up by a wave of adrenaline, bursting down the streets as he had the advantage of surprise. The woman who was just having her lunch fell to her knees as the passerby stopped in their tracks, the hot dog man across the street dropping his tongs and looking around fervently. But that was enough for Jones to snap into action, as he yelled "Charles, let's catch that suspect!", before darting down the road after him, clutching onto his hot dog as he ran across the street, the suspect running down a row of red brick buildings.

Objective: Catch that runaway man before he gets away!
"Oh, there is no need to worry, David, we were just having a bit of a talk, I'm his father, Henry Crosby, no relation to the hockey player. We were just waiting on someone, but it looks like they're running late." He would gaze in the direction of the tarp markets for a little bit, before his son gave him a nod, Henry returning the favor. "Well, what brings an officer like you here to the park at such a time? I've heard about that dreadful stock trader murder, but that's what you get when you live in such a competitive district, as you'll be under the watch of people who are deranged and psychopathic over winning. I heard that he got life imprisonment with no parole for what he had done, especially with that threat he made to a billionaire in court," he continued, as some people on the streets continued to walk along, a female banker taking a break at a park bench to eat her lunch, having just left Greene Banking.
As Charles examined the park, he would see a few people posing by the statue, two people standing by a bush and facing Greene Banking as one of them walked towards the bank, while there were three others who were in line at the hot dog stand. Jones would comment on Charles' lawsuit, continuing the conversation by saying, "Well, I'm sure that Greene wouldn't have taken care of the lawsuit himself since it was quite small, but I'm impressed that you got 1 grand out of that unfortunate slip." The two men were still standing by the bush and talking as the older one with a prosthetic leg hobbled along, talking to the younger man in the camouflaged outfit about something, but Jones couldn't quite decipher what it was.
Bomb Alert on Grimsborough: Chapter One



It was a fine day for Grimsborough and Jones had just gone to the park with Charles and James, deciding to enjoy his lunch break in front of the Eastfield Markets and Greene Banking. A statue of W. Cooper, one of the founding fathers of Grimsborough, stood in middle of the park as Jones ordered three hot dogs from a nearby hot dog stand, as a man with some dark sunglasses passed Jones his dogs, wrapped in some greasy wrappers. "You've got to try these dogs!" Jones told the others, as he passed them one hot dog each. "They're the finest hotdogs in the city and I've never seen anyone who could make a better dog than Alfred Ziegler." He leaned up against a nearby tree and began to eat, checking his watch to make sure that he'd be able to drive back to the station in time.
"Risks have to be taken by stock brokers in order to make it to the top, Charles...I just failed in taking one and it cost me all of my money. You'll see, Charles. You'll have to take a risk in the future that may cost you your life and then you'll realize just how much you had to gain..." Harry spoke as Jones guided him out of the building and took him into a police car, before slamming the door and driving off. This would leave Charles alone in the casino, as he had just made his first arrest in the Financial District. Although Jones doubted that everyone in the district would be a raging psychopath, the murders that would occur in the city over the next few weeks would prove him wrong.

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"GRrrggghhhh..." Harry groaned as he realized his huge mistake, before yelling out in agony. "Heh...Hehehehehehe....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! Well, you're not as dumb as you look! After all, it looks like you were able to crack my case, with the glove prints on the vodka bottle at that! But we all make mistakes, don't we? Just like with Samuel when he bragged about that job offer with Greene and I found him out. After that, I took it upon myself to take him out for one last night. To celebrate. But it's such a shame that you had to arrest me now...I had something beautiful planned for Alden Greene." "Urgh...I'm not sure that your meaning of the word "beautiful" is the same as ours," Jones replied, as he took out his cuffs and cuffed Harry Krane, Harry applying his precious face cream one last time before he was arrested, with Jones walking him out of the casino. If Charles wanted to say any last words to Krane, this would be his final chance to speak with him.
"Well..hhmm...." Harry was certainly being pushed, but finally had to fall back to his final line of defense. "What about the decisive evidence that will lock me away, hmm? You clearly don't have that, as far as I'm aware. And a stock broker like me would never leave anything incriminating behind." "We'll see about that!" Jones exclaimed as he took Harry by the hand and took him down the casino to show him what was supposedly the decisive piece of evidence that he had been waiting on. "You see...there was one little mistake you made, Harry. You managed to steal the sword during that huge crowd, but when you returned it, you forgot to take the lack of passerby into account. So, these cameras...should catch your return rather nicely!" he exclaimed, checking the cameras that watched over the sword.

"Ridiculous! Such a thing...won't exist!" Harry exclaimed as the footage played, second by second as the sword was absent from its sheath and the carpet, second by second passing by as the decisive moment drew near. A small shadow flickered by the walls and Harry gulped and then...in a flash...the sword appeared on the ground. The cameras had failed to pick Harry up, meaning that they were more focused on the tables than Harry himself. "Grrrghh!" Jones grunted out, as Harry regained his composure. "Don't you see, detectives? You don't have anything against me and you never will!"
"Hmmmmmm....I do have one. Concerning the act of the crime, first off, why did I return the katana to the casino and why was I not noticed at the scene of the crime? After all, I am Harry Krane, a famous stock trader and being seen at the scene of the crime meant that my presence would have been recorded. We are only as different as the suits we wear and as the list says, my name was never on the list. You checked it for yourself, yes?" Harry seemed to be giving out a few more points, but he was quickly running out of fuel and would need change tactics quickly if he wanted to keep going, Charles' attacks were starting to have a huge effect on him.
"Aghh...well, what about the taxi, then? He could have flagged a taxi over and just drove there! Now try to disprove that, Charles! And even then, you won't have any reasoning to tell me why no one would have heard his screams of death as he thrashed about! My God, he even broke one of his arms in the process as he tried to escape!" That last hit seemed to have done a bit of damage of Harry's defenses, but he was still hanging on with a few more points. However, it looked like he was planning to unleash another offensive attack, so Charles would have to be careful if he were to keep attacking his points.
"Hah! You wish, but with all of those people watching me rob a $80,000 sword, I think I'd need a distraction before I'd try anything like that, Charles. And although I must agree with your point about the liquor, I have another question, can you prove that I was with him when he left the train station party? After all, you've only proven that I was with him at the party and not when I was at the casino." He wasn't going to stand down from his point about the sword unless you presented proof of a distraction and as for the party, that was certainly going to be tricky...but thinking about his movements, where he was and what he couldn't have done should help.
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