M looked over the edge, his hair falling around his face. “It is a pleasure.” He glanced over, grazing it in a calculating look. “That appears to be part of a police officer’s uniform. Perhaps it was… one of them? Please go down and fetch everyone. Or pick it up. I’m not done up here just yet.”
Rai reached to pick up the fabric, but stopped abruptly. "I don't have gloves," she muttered, wondering if her fingerprints would contaminate the potential evidence. She retracted her hand hesitantly. A potential corrupt cop?
She looked to M's direction. "Sir, should I leave it and get the others? If it was an officer would they still even be here?"
M was standing on the edge of the roof, bending down over the empty space and squinting.
“No, just grab it. Don’t worry about ruining it. Meet me downstairs when you feel you are satisfied. I think we are done up here.”
Rai obeyed, picking up the small fabric, turning it all around to see if there was anything else, but it was simply just a navy blue little thing. She turned her head to the city for a moment, taking in a deep breath as she outlined each building in sight. There is something about elevated places that feel so freeing. A smile graced her lips, and Rai ran back down to ground level to wait for M, making sure not to drop the evidence.
(Actually, um there was a reason I had him standing on the edge of the roof 😊
So
Couldja change that?
I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear enough)
oh did i read it wrong my bad
(It’s not a problem)
ok there u go!
(Thanks m8)
M glanced up and down, then back down at the ground. He still stood on the edge, his pale feet hanging over.
“Hmmm… well, there’s no other way to test it, is there?” He loved doing test jumps. They never really hurt him, honestly, yet everyone always made a big deal about him jumping off of buildings. Yet everyone didn’t know that he was pratically immortal. He wiggled his shoulders and slipped off of the building. A couple officers started forward, but they were stopped by others. Twenty feet later, M landed without a wince. He frowned.
“Not even a smidge of pain. Yep, this was murder indeed.”
Rai had been searching around the store, picking up various food products that she had never seen before. Suddenly, a large muffledthud sounded from outside. She snapped her head up to see M laying on the ground, expressionless. Rai ran outside in a panic, only to watch him get up smoothly, as if he didn't just fall from the roof of a store. Did he just…? What?
"What the hell?" she exclaimed. Who the hell is this guy?
M yawned and pushed the people crowding around him away. “Yes, yes, I am quite alright.” He smirked slightly at Rai’s confused, panicked thoughts.
“Anyway, Rai, please bring over the evidence we found, if you would.” He looked over, meeting her gaze.
His calmness tells me this happens way too often. Why have I not heard of him? What an adventure this is. Rai blinked a few times trying to process before handing over the material to M. Everyone who had gathered around held confused faces. Rai waited for M to explain.
M took the cloth and studied it carefully. “Mmm… I know this cloth. Dirt at the end, the scruffiness… Mr. Frewyer come forward.”
M’s nervous intern scuffled forward, twirling his fingers together. “Y-yes, sir?”
“May I see your left pant leg?” His eyes were searching Frewyer’s carefully. The one a parent would give their child when they were trying to catch them in a lie; and succeeding in figuring it out.
Rai watched in amazement as M was able to know that much from such a small sample of clothing. Even which side of the pants too… How? Mr. Frewyer lifted his leg, and indeed, there was a hole identical in shape to the cloth. An intern, hiding in plain sight, huh?
"Did you kill this man, Mr. Frewyer?" Rai inquired, searching the intern's panicked eyes.
Frewyer set his leg down. His eyes had gone blank. He opened his mouth to speak, but once again, M rose a finger.
“I gave you a chance, Mr. Frewyer. But you had broken your promise to me. You lied. You did not give up your… my want for a better word… addiction. You lied to one of the most powerful people in this city. Therefore, without a doubt, you shall be executed.”
“You can’t do that!” The man suddenly burst out, stepping towards M.
M stuck out a hand. Frewyer recoiled.
“Precisely. Get out of my face.”
One of the most powerful people in this city, he said.
Rai furrowed her brow. There seemed to be more to this story than she had assumed before. Everybody was equally surprised as she, their faces full of shock as they watched Frewyer.
The girl turned to M. "Addiction?"
M stepped towards Frewyer and loomed over him like a statue. His eyes crackled with rage, but his voice was soft, perhaps a bit firm when he addressed Rai’s question.
“Addiction. This man… He is incredibly intelligent and is very good at masking his emotions. But I can see through that mask. I didn’t tell him this, nay. I gave him a chance!” He pressed meaning into ‘chance’ by seizing a thrown punch from his foe. He squeezed Frewyer’s fist in his wide hand. “Yet I was foolish to trust him.”
M reacted fast and with ease, but to be fair, Frewyer moved with emotion, not skill nor logic. It was a punch derived from anger. What did this Frewyer go through to become like this?
Rai curiously witnessed the strange scene between the detective and the criminal. "He's going to jail, right?" she asked, as she leaned on her heels.
M threw back Frewyer with a burst of energy that slammed a loud noise around the area and shook the ground. He threw his hands to his sides neatly like a drum major after a preformance and glared down at the criminal.
“Of course he is. But I will not rule out execution.”
The other police threw handcuffs onto Frewyer's wrist, tightly enough to leave marks upon his wrists. He got shoved into a car, and while it all happened he had been looking at M with an unreadable expression.
Rai inhaled deeply, having so many questions to ask of M, but unsure of which ones were appropriate to ask. Are you human? Why did you decide to be a detective? What other powers do you have? Are your powers natural or from an experiment, like me? She did not ask any of those.
"Are all your cases figured out this fast?"
M stared back, like a dangerous predator rearing up to strike. This man would be dead the moment M was able to stamp down on his execution ticket.
Are you human? This thought from Rai caught his attention. Though he was slightly dismayed when she didn’t ask it.
He turned to her, collecting his case and brushing dirt off of his jacket as the forces drove off.
“Sometimes. Sometimes it takes me five minutes. Others it takes me an hour.” He looked down at her thoughtfully. “Would you like to come back with me?”
As M packed up, Rai began to feel disappointed that her exciting adventure was ending. He answered her question, the one who didn't truly care to hear the answer to, but then he offered something else.
“Would you like to come back with me?”
Rai perked up, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm once again. I have time to ask him more questions, without an audience. What a chance! "Hell yeah!" She went to pick up her bike, walking it side by side with M.
M walked at a rather quick pace. He refluffed his hair and took off his jacket, swinging it over his shoulder. He usually enjoyed a loose office look. Not the uptight boss look. He led her to the private little building in which he worked in and told her to park her bike at a bike rack.
They walked in a comfortable silence. Finally, the two arrived at the place M worked at. Rai neatly placed her bike onto the rack, wrapping the lock around it. She took notice of her clothes. This is not suitable for such a formal workplace… Too late now.
She followed M in, the front desk nodding to him. Everything was decorated to a minimum, as most government facilities were. It occurred to Rai she had never experienced a crime related adventure.