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located in The City, a part of murder by any other name, one of the many universes on RPG.

The City



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Character Portrait: Jett Ryder Character Portrait: Katherine DeLise
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Classical music was blaring through the fairly large apartment. In the exercise room, Jett was currently doing pushup's. His goal for the morning was 150. He had already went out for a run earlier as he wakes up every morning at 4. His day always started off with exercise. His job as a hitman required a fair amount of physical strength and endurance, so he had to stay in incredible shape to get the jobs done. Weighing 217 lbs. of pure muscle, it was easy to see that he took his fitness very seriously. As the Johannes Brahms piece neared it's end, he reached his goal and went to take a shower.

With the music still blaring, he let the scolding hot water flow over him, soothing his muscles and sending him into a state of relaxation. He was in and out quickly and wrapped a towel around his waist as he went to turn the music off. Walking into the kitchen to grab the protein shake he had in his refrigerator, he picked up his phone so he could check his messages and emails. Jett reached in the fridge and chugged the odd tasting, but nutritious drink. After sitting the empty cup down, he turned his phone on.

Emails notifications popped up quickly along with a text message from Dr. Grey. Curious as to why the doctor had sent him a message, he opened it up first. His hip, still clad in a towel, was propped up against the large black marble island in the kitchen as he read the contents. Then he reread it several more times.

The doctor found something interesting in the victim's body. Jett's victim.

For the longest time he stood frozen in his spot staring at the message, until the panic set it. Frantically running to his room he threw on the first suit he found, tripping over himself as he put his pants on. Then, grabbing his watch, and tie he went back into the kitchen. Apparently, he had dropped his phone as it was now lying on the tiled floor in the kitchen. It wasn't cracked, so he stuffed it into his suit pocket and grabbing his keys, flew out the door. Seconds later, he reentered the apartment to grab his I.D. and badge before leaving once again.

Driving to the department, his hands shook on the wheel, the only sign that he was frantic aside from the questions that ran through his head. What did Dr. Grey find? How did he find it? How did I mess up? Do they know that it's me yet?

He replayed that night over and over in his head, searching for any sign of a misstep. He had worn his gloves, so no fingerprints. No one had seen him kill her or heard her muffled screams, of that he was sure. He couldn't remember dropping anything and his mask was in place, along with rest of his outfit... Shit. His suit. That damn suit!

The night that Jett had killed Emily Price, he had been busy with work. He had almost decided to reschedule the killing for another night because of how busy he had been, but he hated straying from a plan. So, when he left work, it was very late and he didn't have time to change out of his suit. So, he just grabbed his mask and gloves from the secret compartment in his truck and tracked her down through the tracking device he had put into her phone. The kill had been moderately simple, but Emily struggled more than he expected and jerked suddenly before he shoved the blade into her. He remembered feeling a slight tug on the cuff of his suit, but since he couldn't see anything with the naked eye, he ignored it. Now that idiotic move was coming back to haunt him.

Rolling up to a stop sign, he slammed his hands on the dashboard in anger. "Fuck!" he roared. Then he peeled out, driving at a dangerously high speed. Once he was near the department, he slowed down both his driving and his erratic breathing. Taking in deep breaths, he prepared to compose himself before walking into the station. He pinned his badge onto his suit and attempted to put on his tie. When he was done though, it was uneven and loose around his neck. Hurriedly going inside, he ran his hands through his hair to keep it from looking unruly, and went straight to the doctor's desk. However, the doctor wasn't there, Katherine was.

Great, he thought. Out loud he said. "Do you know what Dr. Grey found? He said that it was something interesting." He hoped that he would be able to pass his nervousness off as being anxious to finally have a lead in the case.

Looking for an answer, his sharp green eyes searched her chocolate ones with urgency.