<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Outside Disko Katz, 1 Hour later...</span></span><br/><br/><br/>District authorities now swarmed the famous dance club among the rich. Those lucky enough to escape either the gunfire or the blast are being examined by paramedics before they were led out of what was once a place to relax, turned to a crime scene. Kisho was no exception. He himself was getting looked at by one of the paramedics despite having just bruised elbows to contend with. Moments later, a stretcher came out of the main entrance of the club. On it, was his partner. He was just about to get up when a heavy hand from the paramedic checking on him held him at bay. Kisho turned towards the man who just then gave him a reassuring look.<br/><br/>"She's going to be fine." he started. "She took three shots total. Two in the chest and one in the abdomen." he went on while securing a small ice pack on Kisho's right elbow. "It's a good thing she had her vest on. Otherwise..." he trailed off, making a sound judgment call based on Kisho's facial expression. "Anyway, we'll be taking her to the nearest hospital. You can come see her when you're done here." he finished and left Kisho for other possible wounded people.<br/><br/>Kisho panned his gaze around. Curious onlookers have crowded themselves across the street, some of them filming the incident. No doubt the media will soon show themselves to get a piece of the action too. After all, crimes like these weren't all that common especially in Green Zones where only the ones with higher societal status frequent. Movement coming towards his direction took his eyes off of the crowd. District Authorities. TPD rarely gets on their good side and right now, they were not really the type of people he wanted to deal with but Kisho knew they had questions. Before they could get close to him however, an older, burly man, clad in a dark trench coat blocked their way.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry boys, your questions will have to wait. TPD has just been given authority over this case..."</span><br/><br/>There was no mistaking that voice. That man was the head of TPD, Chief Raphael Myers. One of the pioneers of TPD, he had nineteen years of service under his belt. This man had distinguished himself among the best of the best within the span of his career too. If he was here, that could only mean two things: A TPD Field Agent died, or things have turned for the worst. Given that Kisho and his partner survived, it was safe to assume that his presence here meant the latter. Having successfully (or forcefully to be precise) turned away the district authorities, the Chief then shifted his attention to where Kisho was. As usual, he had an expensive cigar attached to his mouth like it was a natural extension. The Chief sighed before making his way over to Kisho.<br/><br/>"You alright kid?" he asked, groping his own pockets for his lighter.<br/><br/>Kisho showed the Chief his minor injuries and shrugged his shoulders.<span style="color: #BF0000">"It would take more than these to put me down, Chief."</span><br/><br/>"Hahaha!" the older man chuckled heartily. "Good! Good. I like your spunk kid..." he trailed off, the earlier cheerful tone vanishing just as fast as it came. "that still doesn't change the fact that your Parcel died under your watch." he stated flatly, rendering Kisho at a loss for words.<br/><br/>It was true. That man died under their watch, albeit gruesomely too. Still, everything happened so fast, and there was nothing he could have done to save that man in just three seconds. Well, not that he actually tried saving him, Kisho just didn't bother putting that man's life above his own. In fact, that man probably deserved what he got in more ways than one. Regardless, this was going to be on the record—<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>record.<br/><br/>"Well..." the Chief broke the awkward silence. "I'm not here to grill you about this shortcoming. It happens even to the best of us." he continued on, sounding like he was drawing his words from experience. "I'm sure you did what you could." he ended his statement after finally finding his elusive lighter.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Yeah..."</span>Kisho responded, sounding rather detached. Did he really do what he could? Hell no! He barely even tried!<br/><br/>The Chief puffed out smoke before turning his attention towards the establishment. "So, care to fill me in on the details?" he asked, assessing the situation outside of the crime scene. "As I'm sure you're aware of, this makes him the third dead<span style="font-style: italic">Bearer</span>in just a month." he continued, puffing twice on his cigar before looking back at Kisho. "Trinity thinks that the Bearers are being targeted." he told Kisho as hushed as he possibly could.<br/><br/>Taking their Chief's words into account, Kisho recounted the events from his side of this night to the man, down to the last detail. Could what the Chief said earlier about Trinity be the reason why<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>was sent here? The probability was high. Trinity must be out for blood. Given how things are progressing, they can't afford to have a widespread panic break out from their Bearers.  That's probably the reason why the best operatives of TPD are being assigned to budding Bearers for protection.<span style="color: #BF0000">"...and they want the head of whoever is behind this on a pike right?"</span>he ended his story with a question.<br/><br/>"On a golden plate." the Chief corrected Kisho. "They want us to wrap this up nice and tight fast, without causing much of an uproar to the public too."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000">That's easier said than done!</span></span>Kisho thought to himself. The only thing tying the incidents together was the fact that the victims were all Bearers of the Mark. Other than that, one of the deaths was believed to be an accident! Unless of course, there was an extensive amount of planning that went behind all three incidents. But they have no means of proving such a claim just yet.<br/><br/>"I know what you're thinking." the Chief read him like an open book. "That's why we're going to put together an investigation team. I want you and Liz to be a part of that."<br/><br/>Kisho raised a brow at the idea.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Does that mean we're being taken off the protective detail duty?"</span><br/><br/>The Chief sighed in response, like Kisho's inquiry had just reminded him of a dilemma he just recently tackled. "You and Liz are without a doubt one of the best, if not the best team I have out on the field. And for this investigation team, I want nobody else but the best." he said firmly. "While I admit that it is going to be tougher keeping the Bearers satisfied with their security, we have no choice but to do this. Trinity forced our hand in this."<br/><br/>Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Kisho's shoulders dropped a certain extent. Whether it was exhaustion for the night, or distaste about the outcome of this debacle, he didn't really know. All he recognized was that things are looking dark... like they always did for the last twenty years of his life.<br/><br/>"Take the night off kid. Several teams are on their way here. Go check up on your partner and get her side of the story. I want a report on my desk tomorrow. Don't worry about this, we'll handle it from here."<br/><br/>He was getting the night off? After what just happened?! Kisho was about to protest when their Chief leveled a stern gaze upon him. "That's an order. You'll need to be in top shape for the investigation team." he rephrased authoritatively. "And clean yourself up while you're at it too! You reek of death and there's a tooth stuck on your hair." he chuckled and made his way into Disko Katz, leaving Kisho alone to his thoughts.