Gunpoint Justice

Gunpoint Justice

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"In the distant future, Japan is known to have a perfect system of police. Their judgement is held at gun-point." In this day and age, crime can be stopped before it even happens...but what if not all criminals can be stopped?

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Introduction

"In this day and age, justice is determined at Gunpoint..."
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In the near future, it is possible to instantaneously measure a person's mental state, personality, and the probability that a person will commit crimes with a device installed on each citizen's body called the Psycho-Pass.


When this probability, measured by the "Crime Coefficient" index, is too high in some individuals those individuals are pursued and apprehended—with lethal force, if necessary. This task is performed by a special team of potential criminals called Enforcers, who are supervised by police officers known as Inspectors; the Inspectors ensure that Enforcers perform their duties within the constraints of the law.

The "Sybil System" is what dictates what to do with a person. Whether it be kill them, or paralyze them. The system rules all.

Though at the moment, a serial killer is on the loose. He uses other killers, and is highly manipulative. So far, his real name is not known, and is only known as "The Artist" for his tendency to make the dead body look like a sculpture, and places them in public places.


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Inspectors are the boss of the police force. Each inspector is in charge of 1 enforcer, and each team is composed of two inspectors, and two enforcers. They supervise the enforcer's jobs to make sure everything is done smoothly. Inspectors study crimes such as murders and other things such as criminal research, and apprehend would-be killers, or people the Sybil system deems as a threat. They are the first response team at the site of the crime.

【Inspector one 】【Hayato Itsuya】【Spottedclaw59】
The veteran inspector for the first response team. They are very strict when it comes to their job and makes no effort to have no emotional bond with his Enforcers, for fear of clouding his Psycho-Pass. In fact, they despise the enforcers, and only sees them as tools to use during investigations. Though he used to be best friends with Enforcer one. The reason being that their father was a latent criminal, despite being a detective and was killed.

【Inspector Two】Reserved by FuyuHana
The newbie inspector fresh out of the academy. They were assigned to squad 1 with Inspector one since they graduated at the top of their class. They are quite shy in reality, though courageous when it counts. Unlike Inspector one, they want to get to know the enforcers, and actually treats them like people instead of dogs.

【Inspector Three 】【Geoffery Allens】【Homesick Angel】
Quiet, calm, and collected. This Inspector is rarely seen with emotion written on his face or reacting for that matter. They are quite proficient at running crime scenes, and usually doesn't bat an eye at the most gruesome bodies. Toward Enforcers...They tend to be closer to them, but not as close as Inspector two is. His enforcer is a criminal they caught. Partnered with Inspector four.

【Inspector Four】【Shouichi Byakurai】【Spottedclaw59】
One of the Inspectors that are in danger of falling to an Enforcer level. They tend to be a very pleasant person to be around, but lately they have become obsessed with catching the Artist. One of their close friends fell to the Artist's killing spree, and their Psycho-pass level has shot up to almost an Enforcer level.They are partnered with Inspector three.


[More roles will be added based on interest]

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Enforcers are the "dogs" of the police force. Their Psycho-passes themselves would make them criminals; but criminals with freedom. They work for Inspectors as the ones who do the dirty work of the job, which means attacking as the first force. There crime efficient activates the paralysis feature on the gun, so if they disobey orders, Inspectors are allowed to shoot them. On the field, their code names have "hound" and their number.


【Enforcer One】【Seiren Torai】【Ever】
A former detective that fell to the Enforcer title when their crime efficient went up due to the death of their enforcer. As an Inspector, they were highly respected, and known to be friends with the enforcers. This Enforcer is known to be friendly, yet have a few dark moments of wanting to kill people. They were best friends with Inspector one.

【Enforcer Two】【Takeru Kazami】【Famishedpants】
A latent criminal. This enforcer has no qualms about killing and speaks to it in a light and airy tone. This Enforcer has been known to disobey direct orders, and have been shot with the paralysis feature on the gun sometimes. Their old inspector was killed on duty, and now he belongs to Inspector two. They tend to be flirty toward the opposite gender.

【Enforcer Three】【Tera Reed】【Havoc】
Compared to Inspector three, this enforcer is a whirlwind of energy. They usually have a smile on their face, and its hard to believe this person is an enforcer. Though on the field, they have been known to become a cold and ruthless person. They become quite dark, and shows no mercy.

【Enforcer Four】 Reserved by Keen
A grateful criminal, given the chance at some freedom. They are highly loyal and protective of Inspector four, going along with what they usually say. This enforcer is one of the better ones, they follow orders, and are overly serious about everything.


[More roles will be added based on interest.]


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The Portable Psychology Diagnostic and Suppression System aka "The Dominator" is a special handgun carried by Inspection and Enforcement officers on assignments. The gun is able to assess exactly who is holding it and will only work for "valid users." The gun can also only be heard by its holder.

By aiming the gun at anyone, its system can instantly calculate the level of criminality the subject possesses. When this value exceeds certain levels, the gun will then be able to fire. If the level does not exceed fixed levels, the muzzle will not open and a safety device will be activated to prevent the user from pulling the gun's trigger.

Before the gun fires, the muzzle opens up to reveal a complicated mechanism inside, part of which is used to read the suspects criminality. When the gun does fire, it lets out a bullet the color of sky blue.

The gun has four modes: The Paralyser, Eliminator, Disintegrator and Lethal Decomposer.

Non-Lethal Paralyser (Level 100-199)
An officer uses the paralyser to stun and capture a suspect, before sending him/her into custody to be evaluated; however, if the suspect is on something like stimulants, the paralyser doesn't have any effect.

Lethal Eliminator(Level 200+)
The most lethal feature of the gun. When the gun goes into this mode, its muzzle changes into a larger form. When the officer fires the fatal shot, the Eliminator's powers causes the person who was shot to bloat until he or she explodes. When the suspect is no longer in the gun's range of fire or is deceased, it goes back to normal.

Destroy Decomposer (Machines)
The gun switches to this mode to eliminate non-living things, like drones. When an officer uses this mode, the Dominator emits a massive discharge that will cause disintegration on contact.




-In this day and age, calling for the police force is no longer done by walkie talkies or phones. Communicators take the form of silver bands that are worn by each inspector and enforcer. The silver bands function, once a call is made brings up the callers information and vice versa.

-Another thing that is new is Enforcers wear tracking devices on their ankles so Inspectors can watch their every location. The enforcers never take them off, even if they are off-duty.


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Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya Character Portrait: Seiren Torai Character Portrait: Takeru Kazami

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Takeru Kazami



As he was waiting for his fellow Enforcer to release him from the pain he desperately wanted to rid himself, the door to the office came open with the force of a hurricane and slammed into the wall, resonating more violently than the crash that had occurred moments prior. Takeru hadn't needed to even tilt his head to find out who t he person barging into the room was, for his voice was loud and clear enough for him to immediately recognize it as Inspector Hayato, a man who was most certainly upset with how they had treated his office.

If Hayato was a color that identified his mood, Hayato had to have been a dark red, as he was fuming almost visibly. His words shot out and each one of them sounded akin to a gunshot fired from his mouth towards the two Enforcers, who remained there probably somewhat dumbfounded at the turn of events. It was only when Hayato's glance moved downwards, towards Takeru's groin, that things really hit him.

"You two turn this room to utter shit! then I see you two getting all cozy by my fucking desk!"

The Inspector most definitely took things the wrong way. Unfortunately, Seiren's hand on Takeru's groin was nothing sexual, even if Takeru felt something. That 'something' happened to be pain, however, so he did not enjoy it one bit. Takeru kept a straight face as Seiren then moved to confront her own Inspector. By the looks of the situation, they were bound to continue. Inspector Hayato kept using words that were impolite, and it did not seem as if Seiren was going to back down anytime soon. Takeru thought for a minute and then decided to shift some heat to himself, to see what might happen.

Although he did think he might end up getting shot.

"Please, enlighten me on how you fighting in the office was a good thing!"

"The areas we are provided do make good places to spar, yes, but they simulate nothing in the real world!" he complained, as if he wasn't in trouble or being yelled at. Awkwardness was what 'Takeru' was good at, after all. "Boring and unrealistic! You know you don't get to choose what kinda place you fight in? Not every place is open, and your environment can be your greatest weapon! This office is perfect, since it simulates cramp, icky space with lots of small things to throw, or use to your advantage! That's why I wanted to fight here. It was fun. If you're that sad about it, then I can pay for this small mess. Jeez!"

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Character Portrait: Tera Reed Character Portrait: Geoffrey Allan Character Portrait: Shouichi Byakurai

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Tera leaned back comforted by the knowledge that her Dominator was in the trunk; she would have preferred to have it, but since the target was probably not going to be packing anything more then his fist, knife, or maybe a bat, she could deal with it. Attaining firearms was risky and, more importantly, expensive, so she doubted some punk teenager could manage to get his hands on anything of that caliber.

Like always the drive was silent which didn't bother her at all. She preferred it this way. People could get emotional in times like these, and emotions got people killed, if they were lucky at least, if not then they ended up living with disfiguring wounds or being tortured.

Tera turned her head staring out the window at the buildings as they zipped by, but her eyes were dull as she took in what she could from the moving environment. The cattle. The people heading this way and that to their meaningless jobs. Stopping. Going. At the beckoning of signs. Going through the motions of their lives, could they truly call it that? Living? Pathetic. All of them. Nothing more then sheep. She felt a small tug at the corner of her lip, Sheeple, that was what they all were.

"Hey, Tete-chan. Are you alright with going in alone?", Tera didn't bother to turn her head to Shouichi, "I'll be fine," she said blandly. It wasn't that she liked to assault a possible lunatics location alone, but that she didn't see any other option. They could come with her, but as far as she was concerned, they would get in her way far more then act as half-way decent meat shields. The kid was a kid. She wasn't sure about his combat skill, but he lacked the mentality needed. The will to drag the blade across someones throat and listen to them choke on their own blood. Her inspector? He was soft, and he didn't look like he could dish out anything, but that was her job. She was his muscle. On the bright side, this particular potential lunatic was nothing compared to her, but it only took one slip up to end a life. Still, considering the situation, she was probably not their favorite option either. If the lunatic proved too crazy for her taste, Tera fully intended on ending his miserable life. Their case meant nothing when she put it on the scale against herself.

The car stopped outside of the small one-level motel, and Tera gave it a one over. She had done a few drops in places like this, displayed some 'merchandise' from some of her human trafficking deals in them as well. Cliche, but it was well known way of doing illicit affairs for a reason. It worked.

Tera slid out of the back seat and bent down next to the case to pick up her Dominator. The robotic female voice sparking to life the second her fingers brushed the hand, "You have been authorized as Enforcer Tera Reed. Dominator will now function," Tera gave it an experimental look down the sights, feeling the weight in her hand, before nodding with satisfaction. It was, indeed, her gun.

Turning her attention to the doors, she scanned them until her eyes fell on it. One-hundred and six, staying crouched to stay out of sight, Tera made her way to the door stepping heel first to keep quiet. Stopping at the door, she closed her eyes and listened, trying to hear any sound from the inside, but wasn't able to make anything out. She could pick the door, but with a motel room that small there was a good chance he could hear her tinkering with the lock and bolt. Direct approach it is.

Tera slid her ka-bar from its sheath and stood up to her full height. Pressing the blade handle to the guns, she gave the door a powerful kick. Normally, doors would take repeated kicks, but a cheap door and lock on a two-bit motel wasn't built to take that kind of abuse. The door flew open, and Tera moved in. The sight wasn't uncommon, but it wasn't what she was expecting either. The blood was everywhere, and the teenager was drenched in it clutching a knife over a dead woman's body... or what was left of it. It didn't take her super inspector to tell her what happened.

"Drop the knife," She ordered coldly as if she had found him sitting on the couch and watching television instead of standing blood drenched over a corpse. She paused only for a moment to check the psycho-pass level.

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"Psycho Pass Level is 95. Not a target for law enforcement. Dominator will be locked." came the dominators reaction, as it targeted the teenager.




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A loud noise ecoed throughout the silent room. The bright sunlight easily penetrating into the dark confines of the room. The boy blinked, wincing at the harsh light, as his eyes focused on the woman in front of him.

Another lamb? So soon?

Was it alive? or not? Did it die? Or was it already dead?

Wait...a gun? So the police? What to do?

"When cornered. Attack. Fight back." Anwsered the voice in his head.

The knife in his hand, still slick with blood raised up. The handle was slick with the dead lambs blood.

Throw it. Fast. Hard.

Aim for the Neck. Throat. Chest. Head.

The heart.

With great force, Akira's knife shot out of his hand, and headed for the enforcer. He picked up another knife by his foot, and threw it in right after the first one. The second knife was a pocket knife, with a two-inch blade.

Next he held a butcher knife, still bloody and no doubt one of the main cause of the dead body that stained the room right now.

Can't kill yet.

He didn't say.

Though if she dies...then was she alive?

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Character Portrait: Tera Reed Character Portrait: Geoffrey Allan

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Tera was slightly surprised to see such a low rating, but her surprise was cut off by the knife flying at her. Thanks to the hesitation in the boy, and her own paranoia; Tera wasn't caught by surprise at his actions as in his shoes, she would have done the same damn thing. Moving to the left, the knife flew by and stabbed into the wall. Great. A druggy, Tera mused. There was no way he could throw such a large knife without it twirling like that unless he was pumping on adrenaline, and if he was a drugged up lunatic then her job just got a lot harder. Taking him in alive was looking less likely every second.

She took a few steps forward only to stop as he picked up yet another knife, this one a small pocket knife, and threw it at her. This time, the blade was moving too fast too close for her to dodge, but since the knife was ass heavy, it tumbled in the air and smacked her blazer with the blood-smeared handle. If the boy had been a trained killer instead of only seeing shit in movies; she would be in trouble, but Tera was lucky that people imitated shit in movies that they wouldn't be able to do in life.

With only the large butcher knife left, Tera doubted he would throw it. If he missed again it would mean he was, for lack of a better word, screwed then again, did lunatics normally consider such an action? She knew that reading of 95 was utter crap. Tossing the gun on the ground, Tera approached the bloody teenager with crouched knees switching her knife to her right hand. Moving slowly to not leave herself open, she tapped her bracelet to contact her inspector on the outside and let him know what was going on before he barged in and made this a real mess, "Suspect found. Psycho-level 95. One victim, dead. Resisting. Need three minutes."

With that very brief bit done, Tera continued to slowly close in on him moving her left hand and her ka-bar knife in slow, random motions to keep his eyes distracted. When she got close enough, she jumped into his arm reach, but in truth, it was a feint.

Some teenager who had probably never been in a proper knife fight? She was willing to bet he would strike at her as soon as he could, the second he swung, she would jerk back and then come in before he could regain his stance. If she could, she will grab his arm and slice open his elbow. If not, she would settle for his closest leg.

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Character Portrait: Tera Reed Character Portrait: Geoffrey Allan Character Portrait: Shouichi Byakurai

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The motel was laid out exactly how he had studied. Along with replaying the video feed over and over, Geoffrey had also downloaded a couple of pictures of the motel in question. He knew the exits and the entrances and even the most likely route Akira would take if he attempted to escape. However, considering the nature of his Enforcer, he highly doubted his ability to get too far. The woman was tough as a nails. It wasn't so much her failure that worried him, but maybe completing her job too well. They needed the man alive. This being said, if pushed into a life or death corner, he knew Tera would choose life in a heartbeat. And he couldn't fault her for that choice either. Hopefully, that choice wouldn't have to be made. He was, after all, still a kid, and she was a hardened criminal.

The last one to step out of the vehicle, Geoff paused halfway out the door to size the motel up one last time before climbing out in full. He took his time and picked his own dominator, the female voice ringing in his own head as well. He turned the weapon over in his hands a couple of times, examining it for any defects or nick. Satisfied with the state of the weapon, he tucked it into his jacket as well. While the state was fine, he disliked the weapon overall. All weapons put a sour taste in his mouth, and one that could read someone's state of mind was no different.

As Tera began to make her way toward the motel room, while Byakurai went for the glass window, that left Geoff sitting on the hood of their vehicle. He continued to further scan the area for anything that would prove important. He was sickeningly thorough, always scanning, always investigating, always thinking before making any action. Thus was the case now. He watched with keen eyes as Tera kicked down the door to the room, and that was his cue to move. Following in her own footsteps Geoff made his own way toward the door, though with a severely delayed space. If he was needed, then she would call.

And call she did, though of course it wasn't a plea for help. Rather, a request for time. He cursed inwardly as she counted off one victim in the room. They were too late to save them, but hopefully their death wouldn't be in vain. Tera had a chance to take this man down, and bring him in for questioning. He just hoped she remembered that.

He slid into position beside the now open door and peaked in for only a moment. Jerking his head back before either of them could see him, he noticed how they seemed to be engaged in some kind of knife-fight. Geoff knew Tera's proficency with the knife and registered the three minutes she had given him as optimistic. It wouldn't surprise him if it took much less. But she asked for three and he'd give her three, and after that he'd make his own move. Either that, or he heard a noise he didn't like. Replaying the memory of the room back over in his head, he'd already planned his next couple of moves if his hand was force. There was a chair he could easily throw right next to the door.

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As the female enforcer came closer to the him, he struck. The butcher knife sliced nothing but air though, as the woman jumped back, before sinking her knife into his arm.

Pain.

Bleeding.

Blood Spilling.

Was this how a lamb felt?

There was no cry of pain, and instead, he watched as the blood left his body through the hole the woman had just caused. Blinking, he looked at the knife in his hand, before looking at the woman.

A knife too.

What about the gun?

Akira blinked again before tilting his head to the side. The knife clattered to the floor, and his other hand snaked out and grabbed harshly at the woman's wrist, digging his nails into her flesh. He could feel his blood slicking his own hands, and he pushed against the woman, as an attempt to throw her off balance, or cause her to stumble. This pushed the blade further into his arm, but he felt nothing.

As he felt the blade penetrate deeper into his body, his leg shot out attempting to give a round house kick towards the left side of woman's abdomen. As his leg struck out, he using his grip, he attempted to keep her off balance at least a little to knock her down.

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Yes. He was on something that Tera was certain of. The man took the stab in the elbow far better then anyone else would have been able to do, lunatic or not, unless they weren't in a state of mind to feel pain. Luckily, it wasn't the first time she had to face down drugged up killers before. Smuggling drugs in lead to many cases of those types of enemies. Sometimes they were simple poor addicts trying to steal, other times it was one of her own men with a serious addiction, and rarely, another gang was trying to move in, and one of them had a serious problem.

The stab wasn't to cause him to drop his cleaver, but to stop him from being able to really use his arm as the joint was being held on by two flaps of skin around a very large hole. His response did surprise her in that she hadn't expected him to drop the knife. A normal man would have from the pain, but someone high on adrenaline and whatever else he had in his system? No, but it was an added bonus. It, effectively, eliminated him as a threat in her mind.

His bloody hand covered her much smaller wrist, with a bone crushing force. Tera ground her teeth together as he had one hell of a grip, but this wasn't the first time this had happened. Many people let themselves be stabbed to take the knife away, letting go with right hand, she shot her left up and tore the knife from his elbow.

The boy was leaning against her, but Tera wasn't a meek woman, and his change of stance told her he was trying to do something with his leg. A knee would be the most effective, but she doubted he would instinctively due that, and so her mind instantly placed it as a kick of some sort, but her mind, trained from many life and death brawls, had three options. The first was to thrust the knife straight up under his jaw and into his brain, the second was to smash her forehead into his nose and slice open the wrist he held her right arm in, the final was to push him. With him on one leg, it would be easy to topple him. The first and last were thrown out as she didn't see the need to kill him yet, and the last would require her to grapple with someone high on some kind of adrenaline which she wasn't a fan of. All of this done in moments in her subconscious, and she instinctively acted upon it.

There were many parts of the body that could not be strengthened. The nose was one of those. Rearing back her head, she slammed it forward aiming at the soft, and very fragile, nose intending to cause excruciating pain and blind him in one go. The second her head connected, she would slice open his wrist.

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Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya Character Portrait: Seiren Torai Character Portrait: Takeru Kazami

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A small frown flitted across the Enforcer's carved features hearing the rant the Inspector exploded on, her arms maneuvering themselves to rest under her chest in a criss-cross manner. Exhaling a resigned sigh, she tossed yet another glance Takeru's way, a pained expression lingering in the attention that silently pleaded one phrase: "kill-me-now." Don't get your hopes up... whispered that inner voice, doubt and disappointment giving it life. Spending a few more heartbeats searching the other Enforcer's face for any signs of compliance, and not finding a trace, Seiren reluctantly refocused her attention back onto the fuming, suit-covered ass known as Hayato.

Quirking an eyebrow at him, the woman absentmindedly gnawed on her inner cheek to prevent from biting out a retort to his abusive comments. The way she saw it; sacrifice the tender, fleshy mass or risk another hour of yelling.. and losing the ability to perceive sound didn't sound exactly too appealing. However, as soon as he mentioned the bit about ''sorry assess'', Seiren could no longer ignore the retorting attitude clawing it's way to the surface. So, to ensure a louder outburst wouldn't take place later on, the Enforcer mumbled under her breath. "I wish I was kidding.. but it just so happens, every time we are out on the field, one of those moronic Inspectors gets themselves into a less-than-desirable situation..and it's up to us to work like mad dogs to rescue your skin."

Thankfully, the before-now-useless Takeru spoke up, hopefully diverting attention away from Seiren's sarcastic remark. Sending him a beaming smile at his justification, the female Enforcer turned on her heels, back facing Hayato, before crossing the room to pause next to him. Balancing on the balls of her feet, the woman reached a delicate hand up to rest atop Takeru's head before giving it a playful shake, messing up his hair in the process. "Ahh... theres the quick-witted Takeru when I need him. Dependable.." With a slight pouting frown, Seiren withdrew her hand before looking over accusingly at Hayato, a joking disappointment gleaming in her now magenta orbs. "See, Hayato? Why can't you be more like him..? Giving me excuses to bail out of trouble..I'm afraid you are lacking in that department. Tsk tsk... It's your job as an Inspector right?".

Slowly, an amused grin replaced that earlier scowl as an opportunity to mess with Hayato presented itself to her. With that familiar, mischievous sheen returning to her gaze, Seiren took rather light, airy steps over to the stark Inspector before stopping in front of him. With a tilt of her head, that eggplant-hued curtain draping to the right, a slender finger reached up to tap below her bottom lip and take momentary pause on her dainty chin. "Now now, Jii-chan, we weren't, quote, "acting like a child", as you put it..we were just having some fun... But if you want.." trailed off her voice, a hint of devilish mocking lacing her muse. Before anyone could react, the woman's hands darted upwards to grasp Hayato's cheeks before giving them a firm tug. "Jii-chan..scowling like that will give you wrinkles, ya'know? Plus your eyes look scary right now.. do you plan on getting a girlfriend? Cuz'..you won't looking like that.. Heh..here.. Yeah that's it, smile~ resonated her chiding voice, a mock, and rather childish, accent inflicted onto each word. Tugging alittle harder at his cheeks, Hayato's mouth become taut in a deformed smile, the area where her fingers were grasping already turning red with anger and irritation. All the while, that devilish grin and impish gleam never left her expression.

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Well, some newbie inspectors did, but that wasn't the point. They were new. They didn't know what to do. Besides, all the enforcers became enforcers for a single reason. To be free yes, but it was also to make the Inspector's job on the field easier. If they didn't save some new inspector from a criminal attack, then what was the point of having them? Certainly not for decorations. He opened his mouth to retort that thought back, but then Takeru's voice cut in.

Might as well mention: Annoying come back for the explanation of the office.

Hearing Takeru's response to his question just annoyed him more. Especially with the tine he had decided to use. Could he not see the damage that was done to this stupid office. He was about to relieve the woman inspector of getting blown up on, and was about to take it out on Takeru but stopped when he noticed the woman had wandered over to that side toward the other enforcer.

Hayato let out a snort at the woman's response when she looked back at him. "An Inspector's job isn't supposed to bail an enforcer out of trouble." came his some-what snarky response, though added silently in his mind.

"You of all people should know that."

The girl knew what was expected of an Inspector yet continued to play dumb about it. She was an ex-inspector for god's sake! She knew that an Inspector's job was just to chase down latent criminals and prevent them from falling lower, or to get rid of them. It wasn't to make excuses for the enforcers when they decided to act out like these two just did.

Then he noticed a certain gleam in her eyes and he inwardly groaned. If anyone knew Seiren as long as he did they could recognize that look. And what did it mean? She was going to do something that would no doubt annoy him.

Like she used to do when they were younger.

A scowl made its way to his face again, as an excuse formed from her mouth about not acting childish. He was about to retort to the girl, ready to explain why they were until he felt pinching on his face. Then the woman enforcer started blabbering on about his non-existent love life. Why would he waste his time with something like that when there was work to be done?! Her childish voice easily showed the amusement she was feeling on the inside.

He felt a wave of dull pain coming from contact on his cheek by the shorter inspector, and he scowled again as the short inspector continued to pull his lips upward to make supposed smile. With an annoyed twitch of his eye, his hands went to her cheeks just as she did before speaking while pulling her cheeks.

"My face and personal business has nothing to do with this conversation, Torai." He pulled her cheeks as much as they could stretch, and it to in turn started to turn red from the pressure he put on her cheeks.

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The blade was wretched free from his arm, and more blood shot out, before spilling on the floor easily, mixing with the already stained floor of crimson. Before his leg even hit her though, he felt a harsh impact on his nose, which easily spurted more blood.

He lost his balance and fell down back on the ground, releasing the woman's wrist form his fall.. His hands becoming even more soaked in his own blood, as it landed in the earlier blood he had just spilled moments earlier.

Was he alive?

Or already dead?

He noticed that his wrist had started to bleed out, from a slash he had received earlier. Akira watched it flow out, maybe for a few seconds, before his working arm shot out and grabbed the butcher knife he grabbed earlier. The room seemed to be spinning, as he watched the woman seem to be multiplying, and moving.

But of course, in reality she was just standing there.

He was breathing heavily and clutched at the knife. Suddenly, he heaved his arm up and threw it towards the woman, who was closer now and would have little time to dodge the knife. he just aimed for the middle woman, seeing as how their seemed to be four or five in his vision.

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She was going to need a shower after this. Tera had a bit of his blood on her forehead now from the first crush against his nose and while having blood on her didn't bother her in the sense that it was blood, she just didn't like dry blood on her skin since when it dried it shrunk and felt like someone was stretching the skin under the blood out which was uncomfortable to say the least.

Tera took a step towards the down teenager prepared to slice away at his tendons in his exposed ankles when his hand shot out for the butcher knife again. She crouched down getting ready for him to stand once again as she wouldn't put it past him to be able to continue for a tad bit longer even with the bloodloss, but his arm raised up, the same way it had twice before. She knew well enough that the chances of being able to dodge at this range were null, so she dived at him, at the very least, assuming she didn't die and she was very much the optimist when it concerned her own lie, he wasn't going anywhere after this.

The butcher knife flipped over and over in the air, and as she flew under it, the blade completed it's circle, the blade tearing through the fabric of her shirt and blazer, and the flesh beneath them slicing through the top of her left shoulder which she could feel starting to pump blood out, and the blade continued it's arc tearing out of her shoulder before sticking into the wall behind them inches from the doorway.

The pain flashed through her mind as her body registered a new gap in her skin that wasn't there a few minutes ago, but she had a job to do and her survival instincts were far stronger then her pain. Crashing into the teenager, she knocked him flat back against the ground, driving her knife into the shoulder of his working arm, and using her legs to hold down his own. Tera's emerald eyes simmered with a barely contained rage at the new scar that would decorate her shoulder, and her shirt was already starting to stick to her body as the blood pumped out the wound.

Rolling it, Tera noted that it wasn't deep enough to hit bone. A painful but minor injury, assuming she got it cleaned and closed before infection could sit in. "Stay," Tera commanded moving to push down on his throat with her now free left hand to keep him from trying to headbutt or bite here. Moving her right hand, she tapped her bracelet, "Suspect apprehended. Minor wound on left shoulder," She said quickly to keep her voice from wavering on the comline, there was no way in hell she was going to appear weak and have her voice quiver like a child's. No way. No how. With the message sent to both the kid and her inspector, all she had to do now was sit tight until they bagged and tagged the drugged up psycho.

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With that message received, Geoff booted up his own Communicator and sent relayed a message to the rest of the Inspectors on the case. "Suspect apprehended. Need transport to medical facilities," Geoff said stepping out from behind the door and into the motel room. He figured as much, blood was everywhere and he couldn't tell who's was who's. He paused at the door to take the entire scene in. Tera was injured yes, though not so much as Akira was. He wished that she didn't have to nearly kill the kid, but results were results. Let's hope he survived before he exsanguinated. With his evaluation of the suspect complete, he stepped further into the room.

He fiddled with his communicator some more, commanded some of the drones that Torai had summoned to cordon the area off so that the Inspectors could work in peace. Once the initial work was done, he moved to help Tera flip the suspect over, at which point he brought the kids hands behind him and cuffed them together. Now all they had to do was wait for transport to take him into custody. Geoff noted his own hands and how Akira's blood had smeared over them in the process of cuffing him. He shook them violently, but otherwise did nothing to clean them off yet.

Turn back to Tera, he noted her wound. Nodding, he went into the room's bathroom and requisitioned a pair of towels. The first of which he used to clean his hands, the second he offered to Tera, adding a single word along with it. "Pressure," he reminded. Keep pressure on the wound to keep the blood where it was supposed to be. In the body, with the added effect of not contaminating the crime scene further. Using his own towel to wipe the remaining blood off of himself, he tossed it over his shoulder and reached into his jacket.

Out he pulled the silver flask. Engraved into the front were the letters "GLA", his initials. He opened the top, but while he he had a personal rule to not imbibe while on the job, he didn't force his own rules onto his Enforcer. She looked like she could use it more than him anyway. He offered her the flask offhandedly, while his own eyes were busy inspecting the crime scene at hand.

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"You absolutely cannot break and enter like that! Hey, are you listening you so-called Inspector?!"

Shouichi sighed as he got the message. He opened it, and scanned it quickly that Tera had beaten the suspect thankfully. He clicked a button to request medical services. Soon the distant wail of an ambulance stood out between all the traffic, signalling they would be here soon.

The motel owner had hardly been cooperative and had kept him there explaining what was going on. Of course the guy was like what, forty? But Shouichi felt like he had to talk to him slowly like a five year old. He walked around to the door, and pulled it open.

"Just come with me Jii-san." Shouichi said, his patience already leaving his body from the current news of the caught suspect.

Shouichi dragged him to the other man to the room, and put his free hand over his nose. There was the over-whelming stench of blood from that room. The man seemed to have smelled it too since he gasped in surprised before breaking free of Shouichi's grip and ran into the room.

"What the hell happened here?!" The man exclaimed, as he took survey of the bloody floors, and the other two people in there with handcuffs on a kid. Shouichi sighed, and tapped his shoulder.

"I already told you Jii-san! There was a murderer in here!" Shouichi said, pointing to the dead body. The owner looked sick, turning pale as he ran out of the room. Shouichi sighed and waved his hand to the side of him.

"Some people are so rude these days!" He said before following the man. The man was busy barfing in a trash can when he got there and Shouichi inwardly grimaced. Seeing bodies had become a common thing lately, and he forgot what it was like for a normal person.

"Jii-san, I need the records of when he came in and what they paid with and stuff like that." The man nodded and they both headed back toward the check in desk. He flipped through the book, and pointed at the record. "Well that Geruna kid came in at 10:00 PM last night with another guy. He did most of the talking, but the other guy paid in cash." The man started out, to which Shouichi blinked at. Two people were in the room then? Maybe the other one was...

Shouichi shook his head slightly to get rid of the thought. They caught the guy for now, that's all that mattered. "Do you...have a camera perhaps?" Shouichi asked, to which the man nodded in response and pointed at the monitor inside the room. He walked inside, and looked at the footage as the man brought up the video from last night. His lavender gaze watched the two men it appeared checked in. He could recognize Geruna, but the other had a hood on to cover his face. He narrowed his eyes at the video, before tapping the screen where the hooded figure was. They still had one suspect then.

Shouichi downloaded the video to his communicator, before sending it back to HQ. He smiled at the man, before saying "Thanks for your cooperation!" With that, he walked out and summoned security bots and placed the yellow police tape all along and around the room. He made sure to block the section of the door off. Soon the ambulance arrived, and paramedics came out.

"Medical squad arrived!" He called in to the room. The paramedics were dressed in white, and brought in a gurney. They put Akira on before wheeling him out, and treating the injuries that had been caused by the enforcer. Another ambulance arrived and escorted Tera out to get her wound checked out and cleaned up before the bacteria from the knife went into her body.

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Takeru's bitch returned to his side.

Yorai wandered over to Takeru's side with a silly grin and took the liberty of messing up the hair he had spent so long (seconds at most) on this morning, which was a real shame. If he had not had to worry about keeping his act up, finding the Artist, and many other things, he would have mourned the loss of perfect hairdo. But instead, he had work to do and since his hair was already laying down, it did not really matter much anyway. So he stood there as he was briefly praised and then as Seiren begun teasing the Inspector.

It was quite amusing, to say the least. Hayato could only give her one stern reply as she carried on, something he was sure he had not seen before just now. Was this the power of Osananajimi?! Seiren would continue adding points about a girlfriend and other subjects, all of which weren't quite normal for someone to tease their Inspector about, but given their relationship, it did not surprise Takeru all that much, and it wouldn't have interested him had it not been so entertaining to watch. But all good things must come to an end, and the face-stretching was starting to make him fee a bit awkward since he had been so angelically quiet the time they were screwing around.

Get a room, guys....

"... is this going to go somewhere I don't want it to because I can leave." came a snarky comment from the falsified Takeru who thought this should end ASAP. Oh, I wander what kind of publicity a physical romance an Inspector and an Enforcer would bring up? He did not dwell on that thought for longer than a moment because she was to be his because why not fuck everything Takeru's a pimp and instead continued with a shake of his head. "Stick-kun and myself are on the same boat, Sei-chan. Women just don't know how lucky of a catch we are, so stop teasing him. They'll eventually learn, just give us time."

((OOC: Sorry, but this post was rushed X.X))

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The inspector was watching the entire time then? Tera wasn't sure why she was surprised because it seemed like something he would do. Monitor the suspects behavior before and after arrest, see how he acted under stress, yes, it should have surprised her more if he hadn't been watching. Giving a grunt of both annoyance and effort, she helped the inspector flip the teenager over, but not before she pulled out her knife from his shoulder as that was her knife that and rolling him onto the handle would have caused a lot of damage to his already heavily damaged body.

With the boy handcuffed, Tera rubbed the blade clean on the boys shirt ignoring the warm feel of her blood running down her back; she had work to do at the moment. The inspector left to the bathroom, probably to clean himself up, Tera was content with the blood on her as the bit on her head was already starting to dry. It didn't matter anymore as she wasn't going to be able to wash up fully, might as well embrace the feeling of dried blood until she could get back to HQ. Pushing herself to her feet, Tera walked over to the door and bent down to pick up her dominator. Couldn't just leave it on the ground could she?

She turned around just in time to grab the second white towel he offered, saying one word. Truly, the man was a master of showing appreciation. It was his fault she was bleeding in the first place. If he didn't need the damn kid, she would have just killed him at the start and would have avoided the whole bleeding part of this, but she took the hit so that he could solve his case against some crazy psychopath that was none of her damn concern, shaking her head, she was about to press it onto the wound when he offered up a flask. The initials made it obvious it was his, raising an eyebrow, she plucked it from his hands.

Tera was almost tempted to smile, but then again, she did get cut, but this was probably the closest her inspector would come to saying thanks, and honestly, she would never say thanks in his shoes. Flicking it open, she took a long swig to numb the pain noting with some elation that it was whiskey. Smooth, so she assumed it was eight years.

Moving to the side to stay out of his way, Tera slid her blazer off and unbuttoned her shirt, gently sliding it off her left shoulder to get a look at her, soon to be, newest scar. The blood was still slowly pumping out, but she estimated the cut was only three inches long, and she knew for certain it stopped at the bone. five stitches. She mused. Nothing that could stop her from working, but infection could, and she had no intention of being stuck in the cell for days until she was ready for work again. Taking another sip from the flask, she poured a little on her wound letting out a small hiss as the amber liquor washed away the blood and burned.

The kid walked in with an older man, but Tera was a little busy to care if the man saw her black sports bra, honestly, she didn't give a shit. She damped a small section of the towel with some of the whiskey and pressed down on the wound to stem the bleeding and to disinfect any strands from the towel that would get in the wound, once again letting out a small hiss of pain.

It wasn't long before she heard the tale-tail signs of sirens and moved to look out the door just in time to hear the kid call about their arrival. Great. She thought with very little enjoyment as this would be the second time in her life she had 'professionals' look at her. Dropping the towel, she picked up her Dominator and the flask and walked to the second ambulance, out right snarling at one paramedic to fuck off when he tried to take the flask away, and the sight of the gun in her hand was enough to convince him to drop the issue, even if she couldn't shoot him with it.

Sitting on the back, Tera ordered the nearest paramedic, "Disinfect and stitch me. I have to go soon, so don't bother with pain killers."

The medic was about to start the song and dance about getting her checked out, leaving the liquor, but she didn't have time for that. She was a little curious as to how the boy managed to get a score of only ninety-five, and if she went with them she would wake up in the cell... She didn't want to go back until she had to, so she snarled that it was about police business and to get on with it because she didn't have all damn day.

Tera let out constant hisses of pain as her wound was disinfected and a hiss for each time the needle stabbed into her flesh and was pulled through, but followed each hiss with a small sip of the whiskey. Not enough to get drunk, but enough to dull the pain. She kept her eyes on the motel door as when the inspectors left, she was going with them. Blood or no, she didn't want to go back to that room yet. Not if she can push it off for a few hours.

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Instantly, those alerting thoughts of false panic made Seiren well aware that Hayato was about to make his move by the indication of his eye twitch, a startled gleam teeming within that mischief. "Hayato! Don't you da-" complained the protesting voice of Seiren, her words silenced by her Inspector's mimicking actions. Feeling the throbbing ache stemming from the corners of her forcibly stretched mouth, a childish pout replaced that whimsical manner from before.

"My face and personal business has nothing to do with this conversation, Torai." came the silver-haired Inspector's justification, the dull ache increasing to a mild sting. With narrowed eyes, she pulled his own cheeks even harder before hissing out as distinguishably as possible. "Let go of my cheeks, Jii-chan! Only I can do this.. it's creepy when you do!" To prove her point, the ex-Inspector darted her tongue from between her lips before swiping it once rapidly against one of his forefingers gripping her cheek. With a satisfied smirk painting it's way onto her features,a gleeful boasting accompanying her mischievous demeanor, the woman was about to threaten Hayato some more but the snarky comments from the other Enforcer quelled them.

"... is this going to go somewhere I don't want it to because I can leave." was his inquiry, a hint of mock uneasiness lacing his comment. Fighting the forced tugging, Seiren managed a frown as her gaze fixated on her childhood friend, an annoyance clear-as-day present. "See, Jii-chan? You're creeping out my friend..so let go of me already!" Wanting to protest further, the female's mind began to race with possible scenarios in which to pin more blame onto her Inspector before Takeru's voice broke through her concertration. "Stick-kun and myself are on the same boat, Sei-chan. Women just don't know how lucky of a catch we are, so stop teasing him. They'll eventually learn, just give us time." Gnawing thoughtfully on her bottom lip, the Enforcer began to ponder Takeru's meaning for a second before her chipper voice sang out.

"Trust me, Takeru.. I'm not worried about you.. Girls already like you~ It's this Grumpy Jackass that has me worried.." A moment of silence followed Seiren's comment before her question shattered it. "Sooo.....guess we are off the hook..?"

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Fortunately for Tera, her inspector were one of the thorough types. As long as she identified herself as with him, she was going to spend a while at the motel. Back in the room, once Tera and the paramedics left the room to Geoff's devices, it became his turn. Reaching back into his coat pocket, he pulled out a pair of latex gloves and donned them, snapping the last one into place. Now with the fear of contaminating the crime scene quelled, Geoff can begin his analysis. Before he made his rounds, he gave the room a thorough look over.

It was a typical motel room. Standard two room design-- bedroom taking up a majority of the space and the bathroom a simple closet space. The decor was cheap, palm tree wallpaper with beige accents. A broken lamp sat in the corner, which Geoff chalked up to Tera's and the suspect's scuffle. Next to the door was a chair that Geoff had planned to throw if things went south for his Enforcer. It was good thing he didn't touch it-- the chair was position in such a way that someone obviously sat in it at one time. Squinting his eyes at it, he made a mental note to get it checked out for DNA. Though the chances of it pulling up something besides thirty other people was low. They hardly cleaned motel rooms like this.

All of that was axillary however. The focal point of the whole room was the body on the floor. Geoff took a step closer, careful not to step in the blood and bent down next to it. Female, young, the artist's usual victims. His mouth formed a hard line as he inspected her. They were late and she suffered because of it. He was going to have to find another bottle to drown in after that. To try and forget that failure, the darkness of it all-- though it never worked. He always woke up to another dreary morning with his head pounding like a drum.

He moved to gently cup the victim's face, putting his thumb near the curve of her chin. There he pulled back and inspected her throat. The Artist had a pattern of gouging out the victim's eyes only for their examiners to find them in their trachae. If they were in her throat, then they were further down as he couldn't see them. His hand fell from her chin to her throat where he felt around for anything unusual. There were lumps, which could have been her eyes, or they maybe they weren't. He wasn't a medical examiner after all. He'd let them test for rape too. Standing up and taking a few steps back, he looked upon the "art piece" in full.

How sick does someone have to be to think such macabre acts could even be considered art. What went wrong in that person's life to make them walk down that road? Geoff tilted his head curiously at the thought. They her was, trying to play armchair psychologist again. It wasn't his job to speculate, it was his job to nail down the hard facts and evidence. In front of him, the woman was displayed in an angelic pose. Her body was cut and bloody, the blood of which was used as paint to create the outline of wings on the floor. If there were any doubts that this was the artist's doing, then that fact alone dismissed them. Still, he had to keep an objective mind. Akira very well could be working alone-- a copy-cat killer though he didn't bet on it. Blood spattered the walls and floor in a haphazard manner as well, though these he'd analyze later to better under exactly how they were caused.

Geoff knelt down again, this time beside a bloody knife. It wasn't the butcher's knife or the pocket knife. Gingerly lifting the weapon up with two fingers he turned it over in his hand. It was covered in gore and viscera-- probably the victims. Tera's wound wasn't near that bad, and he was pretty sure that that knife wasn't the one that inflicted the injury on his Enforcer. That honor would probably go to the clever stuck in the door behind him. It'd be easier to cause injury with the cleaver than it would the knife anyway. The blade was made better for exact cuts-- ones that matched the victim's. The pocket knife was flimsy enough to not be the murder weapon either-- it could cause damage yes, but one would have to be proficient in it's use to be an effective killing weapon. His thoughts went out to Tera once more. Setting the blade back down, he added the the laundry list of mental notes to get the DNA checked out as well.

Standing back up he moved away and closer to the side wall to get a better view of the crime scene. Crossing his arms, Geoff set about tapping his bottom lip with his finger as he digested the information and added more mental notes to his already substantial list. In fact, he retrieved a small pad of paper form his pocket and began to transcribe some of them. He began to write down his thoughts and even some of the objects that the artist was likely to touch if he was, indeed, in this room as well at one point. A lot of them would be useless due to the number of people renting out this particular room, but being thorough was better than missing a collar because he was lazy.

Tera was going to get plenty of fresh air, because Geoff was going to be there for a while. Inspector Byakurai was probably getting the security tapes from last night-- he'd also take a look at those at some point. He'd let Inspector Itsuya and his new partner interrogate Akira-- Geoff wasn't much of a talkative person to begin with. Jotting a number of things down, he began to head toward the door, curious as to the contents of the adjacent rooms. Stepping over the threshold of the entrance, Geoff turned right and tried the door on the left. The door gave way and he peered in. Nothing, the room was empty. A lingering gaze affixed the room for a few moments more before his curiosity was sated, and he closed the door.

He passed by the door to the crime scene on his way toward the rightmost room, expecting more of the same. He gripped the doorknob and twisted, but what followed next he didn't see coming. Instead of opening to an empty room, he opened to the barrel of a gun and the intent stare of a single green eye. The rest of the face was obscured by a gas mask and a red hoodie. Perhaps the quickest thing he'd done his entire life, he jerked himself to the left, which very well might have saved his life, at least for a little bit longer. A long cracking gunshot echoed through the motel, and a gunshot ripped its way through his shoulder.

Everything was drowned out but the acute sense if pain emanating from his shoulder. Even in injury, Geoff proved the silent type, though his usually emotionless face finally betrayed pain. He gripped his shoulder with his hand as he tumbled back and the sound of shattering glass was on the edge of his mind, still gripped with pain.

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Ten minutes. That's when the wail of the ambulance broke through the silent corridor of the motel room. It had taken the enforcer about five minutes to take down Akira-not surprising him in the least, since the enforcer was Tera Reed the former Blood Packers leader by his record. His green eye lazily watching as the Inspector came in and arrest the boy before paramedics took the woman and him out. The cameras he set up were still unseen surprisingly.

The Inspector seemed to have seen his art of the angelic woman flying to heaven.

Or hell, whichever she went too didn't matter after all. She was dead now, gone forever.

The white haired inspector walked through the door with the motel manager-if only he knew what he had been getting into, then maybe he wouldn't be having a dead body to deal with. He blinked, before leaning back into his chair, relaxing. they still hadn't checked the room just yet, so it was possible that he may not need to leave.

Supposedly, until he noticed the Black haired Inspector start to wander to the hallway. A brief sigh. Looks like he had to get rid of him if he came in. Reaching into his pocket, he drew a single silver revolver, before loading in the bullets. It had taken quite some time to get the items to make this gun. Especially the bullets.

Instead of the long drawn out pain he wanted, he'd have to make it quick and fatal. Too bad, he always indeed like the blood. he wondered briefly what he could make art out of that man's body, but banished it quickly. He didn't like using men. Their bodies were to muscular, compared to the supple body of a woman.

Yes, a woman would be far greater.

His thought was gone, as he heard the footsteps sound near the door. There was no caution at all. A frown creased his lips slightly under the black mask. Well, that won't be good for him. He almost slightly pitied the poor man who knew nothing of his fate as he opened the accursed door.

He watched the gold knob turn, signalling an intruder. He lifted the gun, and as soon as the door opened to its new person, the trigger was pulled, aiming directly for the heart...Unfortunatly, the Inspector had faster reflexes then he expected, as he dodged slightly to the left.

He didn't have time for another shot. After all, the gunshot echoed throughout the room. The inspector didn't yell. Scream. Or even grunt in pain, though his face contorted in pain, as he stumbled backwards clutching at his wound. Without a sound, the Artist quickly shot the glass of the motel room, before jumping out where a car was already waiting. He opened the door, and spoke a single word.

"Drive."

The car took off through the back entrance, easily avoiding the ambulance and police veichles. Oh well, that was enough fun for today.

Where would his next pawn be?

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Hearing Takeru open his mouth once again for no good reason, followed by Seiren's comment of him being creepy. He was just returning the favor, that's all. With another scowl, he simply released it before wiping his fingers on his coat, and roughly taking her hands away from his face.

"I better not get rabies or something." He muttered under his breath, before then turning back to the shambles that was his desk. It would at least take an hour for the service to replace the objects that were destroyed in the two enforcer's brawl. Another curse was muttered, before he ran a hand through his hair.

How was he going to explain this?

As his hand remained in his hair, his silver bracelet beeped, signalling a new message. Most likely from the Byakurai or Allens. He released his head before looking at the communicator. The holographic screen showed that it was Inspector Geoferry Allens who had sent it. It had the words he hadn't thought would appear.

"Suspect apprehended. Need transport to medical facilities.

With a nod of approval to himself, he turned back to the former inspector before responding in all but a growl.

"Hell. No. I'll fill out that shit later." He said, before turning back to the screen from his bracelet."That shit" being the paper work to suspend an enforcer from duty. He'd get them on leave for maybe a few days so he could get over his computer getting destroyed.

The second part though, bothered him. The medical transport most likely meant for the suspect, or else the Inspector would have specify it for the enforcer that left with him. If the suspect was in bad shape,they couldn't question him until a doctor gave him the okay to at least talk with the boy. That would just hinder the investigation.

With that thought, he clicked a few buttons, and soon a request for new equipment was sent, and approved.

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Tera's ritual of drink, pull, hiss went on as the small wire was tugged in an out of her skin, but she lightly put the flask on the side of the ambulance, being sure to make sure it wouldn't tip over, and grabbed some alcohol wipes to dab at her forehead to clean some of the caked blood off. Now that her adrenaline was starting to wear off, she was finding the blood to be rather annoying since it felt like her skin was being stretched out.

That was until a gunshot ripped through the air, and Tera's body kicked into action jumping off the ambulance and crouching low. Luckily the gunshot had spooked the paramedic, and he had let go of the needle in favor of looking around like a fool. In his defense, he had probably never heard a gunshot before. Most Japanese people hadn't, but Tera wasn't one of those having smuggled in her fair share and firing just a few less. From experience, she knew it was a handgun of some kind and close. Logic said there was only one place that it would come from. The hotel room she had just left. Tera hesitated for just a moment, her dominator was on the frits, her inspector was probably wounded and may now be a hostage, if he wasn't dead... Did she want to run in there with an armed person who had a weapon that didn't need a stupid reading to kill? No... but if she left him in there, she would get stuck back into her cell until they could find another inspector to give her too. Like a dog. The second gunshot blasted her concerns from her mind.

Sliding her knife back out of it's sheath and scooping up her dominatior, she ran for the open door slamming her back against the wall encase the gunman was still in there. Tera paused to look around at the paramedics who were either staring stupidly or crouching behind cars still looking around trying to gather their bearings. The security drones still buzzed around, but they would be of no help. Tera carefully peaked from the door seal, and she saw him. Her inspector was on the ground gripping his left shoulder. Tera let out a small sigh of relief that he was still alive and kicking, but where was the attacker? If the inspector was still alive, what was the second gunshot for?

Taking a breath, Tera swung into the room, pressing her dominator and knife in front of her ready to gut whoever tried to jump out of her. Coming closer to her inspector, she swung to the left to the open door and shattered window. Gone. That was obvious. The man had fled, but she wasn't taking chances again. Ignoring her inspector, she stepped into the room, checking the corners before peaking out the window to find nothing.

"I need medics in here." Tera said touching her comlink, "Inspector down.

It wouldn't take long for the paramedics to get in there, but she couldn't risk the gunman coming back, so she stood next to the window, occasonially taking quick peaks out, "Stay alive, Inspector. You may go into shock, so try and control your breathing." Tera advised still by the window. Looks like I won't be avoiding the hospital after all. She mused as the medics rushed to the Inspectors side.

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"I wish that were true, but I think woman in general are turned off by the things that excite me. Ah well. Try and try again is my motto." he said punching the inside of his left hand with his right, as if he were determined to do something. "But," he continue. "I can always just have fun while I wait."

Takeru internally sighed. I wonder how wrong in the head it would be for someone to actually end up liking my persona? Then again, I myself am not someone who is that appealing to befriend either. Guess I'm screwed up too. Have to be if I make some weird act like this an actuality.

He had indeed been listening to the to and from between the Enforcer and the Inspector while he thought. Couldn't daze out too much, maybe they'd mention something important. Not too likely, he thought as he listened to them talk, but it is definitely possible. Eventually Seiren asked a strange question. One that he knew was probably going to be shot back in her face.He briefly thought of the possibility of her nature reaching him and making him reconsider, but logic held true. The detective replied with a strong sentence.

"Hell.No."

And with that, the sparring he and Seiren did just a few moments earlier gained them a consequence.... sorta. Takeshi's job, contrary to popular belief, was not all gunfire and explosions. As the equivalent of a spy or actor, he had many days that were just him lounging around doing nothing in particular, waiting for an opportunity to learn something. Being cut off from his work as a prisoner did not really upset the lazy part of him. Then again, they could find a lead on the Artist. That would piss him off royally.

"Twas wortha shot anyway." Takeshi commented, facing the woman who was probably disappointed she'd be punished. "Just means he gets to do more paperwork, no?" he grinned at her and then turned to Hayato. "So if you're not punishing us immediately, does that mean we're needed for something?" he asked.

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Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya
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Shouichi Byakurai

"Mm...That might be a problem..."

Character Portrait: Geoffrey Allan
Geoffrey Allan

"Unexpected."

Character Portrait: Tera Reed
Tera Reed

"Me? Tera Reed: smuggler, gunslinger, and faithful dog."

Character Portrait: Takeru Kazami
Takeru Kazami

"Come on, I'm bored. Lets blow someone up."

Character Portrait: Sakiko Uenomi
Sakiko Uenomi

"Every action you do is meaningful, keep that in mind, okay?" Wip

Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya
Hayato Itsuya

"Don't waste my time."

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Geoffrey Allan

"Unexpected."

Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya
Hayato Itsuya

"Don't waste my time."

Character Portrait: Tera Reed
Tera Reed

"Me? Tera Reed: smuggler, gunslinger, and faithful dog."

Character Portrait: Shouichi Byakurai
Shouichi Byakurai

"Mm...That might be a problem..."

Character Portrait: Takeru Kazami
Takeru Kazami

"Come on, I'm bored. Lets blow someone up."

Character Portrait: Sakiko Uenomi
Sakiko Uenomi

"Every action you do is meaningful, keep that in mind, okay?" Wip

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Tera Reed

"Me? Tera Reed: smuggler, gunslinger, and faithful dog."

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Geoffrey Allan

"Unexpected."

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Sakiko Uenomi

"Every action you do is meaningful, keep that in mind, okay?" Wip

Character Portrait: Takeru Kazami
Takeru Kazami

"Come on, I'm bored. Lets blow someone up."

Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya
Hayato Itsuya

"Don't waste my time."

Character Portrait: Shouichi Byakurai
Shouichi Byakurai

"Mm...That might be a problem..."


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