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Not a Sayan
Location: Inside LHPD Central, Sherman Square.
Time: Evening (18:50pm)
The hours waiting to be allowed to leave was agonizing. Kayla’s throat still felt sore from where the man’s neck had been. She would have been out of the station a while ago, but with the crime rate increasing with the various gangs in Lost Haven, increasing their work rate, there were many crimes being reported and processed. At least that guy is in the same location, she thought, taking in everything that was in the main lobby area beyond the front desk. While her ‘incident’ was more of an inconvenience for her plans, it has now turned out to be beneficial. With her photographic memory, she remembered every detail of the desks, chairs, the shift schedule that was pinned to the cork board and, more importantly, the surveillance cameras. There certainly were a few more than she would have liked when she will infiltrate the place later, with the department being far busier than she had anticipated to ask ‘to see if something was there that was her friends’. Note to self: I need to make some sort of arrows that would knock out electrical systems.
Finally, her name was called up by the officer that had done the arrest. Acting nervous, she got up from her seat and began to follow him to one of the closed offices to the side. While her eyes were looking around to remember everything for the night, her thoughts had turned to the alleyway. Why did she freeze up when the guy almost killed her? She recalled that her kickboxing experience had removed the fear of getting hit or getting attacked as that’s something you would experience with training and any competition. But with something like a street fight where anything goes, the training would have helped overcome those obstacles. So why? Why would all that training disappear when her life was slowly escaping from her grasp. Her only thought was that when she was being attacked, her subconscious recalled the events back in Pasadena, where she was also fighting for her life from the gunshot wound. During this thought, she noted the signs for the evidence room as they turned right down another corridor and into the office. As both the officer and herself sat down in the chair, the questions started to come as she gave her statement. “So Ms Mason, can you recall the events from the beginning.”
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Location: Inside LHPD Central, Sherman Square.
Time: Nighttime (00:34am)
Time: Nighttime (00:34am)
Compared to the evening when she came in, LHPD Central was quieter though this is because most of the last minute check ins for crimes during the day had come and gone. The evidence room was sealed from all sides, no windows lighting up the room inside as to prevent easy access to tamper any evidence. Luckily for Kayla, she wasn’t here to tamper it, only to look and document. From the women’s bathroom window on the second floor, the archer opened the window and scrambled in, taking in the wire from the grappling arrow that she used before. ”Good,” she whispered to herself, pleased that the new type of arrow had worked. While getting in was the easier of the tasks she had to do, there was still a lot to do and everything had to be done with stealth. Of course, all tasks she had to do with her bow in tow as to not give her presence away. This was the reasoning why before she carried on with her ‘mission’, she took the time to put on nitrile gloves and wipe down the surfaces she touched. If it worked for shows like CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, it should work here, she reasoned with herself.
Now she was in, she had planned out the following actions while here: get into evidence lock up, look for and examine the contents of the bomb wreckage to see if she can identify the components of the bomb used, silently incapacitate the guard that is on the holding cells, interrogate the man that had attacked her earlier and, finally, get back out. And all of that needs to be done without her being seen or recorded. Now that she was in the building, failure on doing any of those tasks dawned on her and she felt nervous about it. But there was no time for getting cold feet. She needed a lead on the Penose and the trail will go cold unless she can get the information she needs. Opening the bathroom door, she checked both ways for any cameras and straying eyes and, once everything was clear, she stepped out and begun her search for the evidence room.
As soon as she found the room, she noted the camera and the clerk at a desk that viewed the room. The camera wasn’t going to be a problem: she only needed to shoot the wire giving the camera feed. The clerk, however, was going to be a problem. As the feeling of cold feet was growing bigger, Kayla noticed the ventilation system going over the area she was needing to cross and a vent to access it was, fortunately, in the part of the corridor she was in. Unscrewing the vent with one of her arrows and placing the vent cover inside the ventilation system, she jumped and scrambled into it, placing the cover on the inside to cover her tracks. Hopefully, no one is too observant on the cover being placed wrong there, she nervously thought, shimmying herself through the vent with as little noise as possible. The good news when she arrived at the area where evidence lock up was was that the cover didn’t have any extra security, so getting into the room was easier than anticipated. The bad news was that her limited view was unable to see where the camera was, though that fix was sorted by cutting the wire in a way that she left the impression of rats chewing through the wire. She dropped into the room, verifying the lack of light coming from the surveillance camera. Making little time waiting to see if anything occurred elsewhere in the building, she began reading the labels of the evidence, looking for the date and time the bombing occurred. Once she found the box, she sifted through the bagged evidence, making sure she didn’t tear any of the bagging. The one thing she had noticed was fragments of curved metal placed in one bag. A pipe bomb? she questioned in her mind. It was a logical choice, seeing as a lot of the pieces for the construction could be bought in any hardware store with little repercussions. It was when she noticed some sort of plastic housing and some burnt electronic components. So there is some electronic component to the bomb. Before she got her hopes up from this revelation, she remembered that this would have been at the heart of the explosion, so any identification of the circuit board would be nigh on impossible. Cursing under her breath, she placed everything back into the box and got back into the vent, sealing it tight so no one would suspect anything.
With the information she could have gathered from the bomb being a bust, Kayla knew she had to ‘interrogate’ the man that was held up. This now led to one of the tensest parts of her being here. She knows she has to assault someone of the police so she could get to him. However, in her mind, it was a necessary evil she had to do in order to correct a bigger evil that occurred in other people’s lives. She did this for Mia and Mark, whose happy lives are forever destroyed by this act of evil. While it probably wouldn’t help with her personal demons, if it stopped other people facing the same demon then she would have to do it. But she still felt nervous as she peered at the security person on the holding cell cameras from the vent, trying to be as quiet as possible to undo the vent cover without it falling. Once done, she began lowering herself, slowly as to not raise the guard’s attention. Then, in one swift motion, she dropped to the ground and swung her compound bow like a club across the guard’s head, rendering him unconscious. Placing him in a metal locker to raise any immediate alarms, taking a while to shift a huge weight, she then proceeded to head to the holding cells the guard’s handcuffs in tow. Her presence will be known from the people in holding, but that was something that she couldn’t avoid.
Moving through the holding cells, with the majority of the prisoners asleep, she finds the man who attacked her. Like the majority of the prisoners, he was asleep in his cell. As quietly as she could, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. He slept with his head towards the bars, which made it easy for her to handcuff him to them. Once done, taking one last look through the holding cell to check if anyone else was there, she punched the guy in the face. As he snapped awake, arms trying in vain to clutch his nose, she glared down at him through the yellow-tinted glasses. ”Morning, sunshine,” she started, her voice a little deeper than usual to avoid him identifying her. ”Now you are going to answer my questions. If you don’t answer, I’ll drive one of my arrows through your fingers and rip out the nails. Why did you attack that woman?”
“Look, lady. I was just hired to take her out so I can fund my college tuition…” He replied, eyes glaring at her in defiance.
”That excuse won’t work a second time, especially since I heard you use it the first time.” She retorted, gagging him with a sphere she pulled from her pocket. Grabbing one of her arrows, she reached for his left hand. Grabbing the smallest finger, she pressed the tip of the broadhead under the nail and began removing the nail, him moaning behind the makeshift gag. A moment later, she threw the nail onto the floor, removing the ball from his mouth. ”Now that I have your attention and have shown you that I am serious with my threats, I am going to ask you again: Why did you attack that woman?!”
“For drug money! It was all for drug money!”
”That sounds like a more reasonable answer. Who sent you after her?”
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Quarter of an hour later and, unfortunately for the man, a few more finger nails later, the archer left the cell, locking the door behind her. The commotion from the interrogation had gotten the other prisoners riled up, so a swift exit was needed. Walking swiftly away, she placed the keys on the guard’s desk and climbed back into the vent. By now, the LHPD HQ was in a commotion as the police officers were alerted by the prisoners and, shortly afterwards, the now-conscious guard and the scene of the man’s bloody bedsheets and him being handcuffed to the bars. She managed to climb her way back to where she entered the ventilation system in the first place. The place was still rife with officers searching for who had done what they had done in holding, so her original escape was out of the question. The next possibility was through the roof, though a lot of climbing was needed to get there. She crawled through the vents until she found an unused office, window to the outside seen. Climbing out and dropping to the ground, she opened the window. Just as she was about to leave, her conscious kicked in. I hurt a police officer and injured one of the prisoners, hurting their case against him. Kicking herself as the police could come in at any moment, she reached for one of the pens of Officer Hembolt and scribbled a note on one of his sheets of paper.
The prisoner downstairs is connected to the bus bombing near The Hub. Everything is connected to an organization known as the Penose. Didn’t want to hurt the security guard, but they need to be brought down at any cost.
She hesitated as she was about to sign the message with her own name. Through her nightly escapades, she didn’t even consider who the person she is now is called. Thinking on the spot, her mind flicked through the archery terms and the term for the feathers on an arrow came immediately to mind.
… Fletch.
Finishing the note, she rushed out the window and to her bike. Without seeing if the police were around to read the bike’s plates, she started it up and speeds off into the night, her mind repeating the information that was told to her.
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”… In other news, the Lost Haven Police Department are investigating the break in of the headquarters in Sherman Square. The Chief of Police said that the investigation is a high-priority case and that the person responsible will be caught, though has not shared any information on what had happened. We will bring you more as soon as more information comes in…”
