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Raymond makes his way down the street at a brisk pace. He'd just dropped his bags off where he would be staying the duration of his stay, and, now, it was time to get to work. Every second counted on this job. First order of business was to find the authorities and get as much information, regarding the homicide, as possible. Once that was accomplished, then he could begin moving forward with the investigation. It felt good, in a rather strange way, to be on the case; there was a story here, Ray could feel it.

A beeping sound drew him back to reality. Ray stopped, and turned his attention to his attention to the omni-tool on his wrist. His boss was calling. With a sigh, he answered the call, steeling himself against the torrent of questions that was sure to follow. "I just got here," he thought, "Does she really think I have something already?"