<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Goddamnit!</span></span>Kisho scowled to himself as he plucked the aforementioned tooth stuck on his hair. He tossed it away before checking himself for any other misplaced body parts that were not his own.  Satisfied that he could not find any, Kisho let out a tired sigh.<br/><br/>If the Chief says he could take the night off, and he phrased it as an order, Kisho was left with little choice but to comply.  Despite wanting to carry on with the investigation, there was probably nothing more he could do here given that a certain experienced TPD Chief had taken over.  He sat around a few more minutes, just until the ice packs strapped to both his elbows did their trick of reducing the already tolerable sting the bruises gave him.  Kisho once again looked at the crowd that have gathered just behind their yellow tape.  He could almost tell the different emotions played by their expressions: shock, anger, sadness, worry, and as sick as it may sound, a lot of them looked like they were still having a good time!  Like they were watching a prologue to a poorly written action film.  What good was there in watching other people die? He felt sick.<br/><br/>This society was sick.<br/><br/>With a spat of distaste, Kisho turned his head to look at the other side of the yellow tape to see pretty much of the same people.. except for one maybe.  Now that he thought about it, just a moment ago he had a feeling that there were eyes on him.  True enough, there were—now that he was looking back at them. The moment didn't last long however, when a certain individual bumped that particular onlooker staring at him a moment ago.  He was not able to get a good look because of the hood, but the body frame suggested that the individual was without a doubt, female.  He crosschecked the image of the hooded individuals they had to deal with in the club within his mind, but it turned out to be a negative match.  An accomplice maybe?  Kisho sighed, perhaps he was just exhausted and is starting to over-think things.<br/><br/>A night off would be nice.<br/><br/>Peeling away the ice packs on both his elbows, Kisho finally stood up, decided that it was time to go.  He still had to check on Liz after all. Kisho was just about to pick up his black leather jacket when his hand stopped midway.  This was his favorite one, though plain-looking, it fit him just right and provided a more than satisfactory protection from the cold.  Now it was ruined, drenched in blood and... is that a chunk of somebody's brain slowly sliding off of it?!  He should have known.  The disgusted TPD agent immediately picked up the clothing article and swished it once, splattering the piece of brain down to the pavement.  Given that the night was growing colder, he was left with no choice but to rely on his fitted black shirt to shield him from it.  There was just no way he was going to wear this jacket now.<br/><br/>Ignoring the grudging stares coming from the district authorities that was foiled in questioning him, Kisho walked past them away from the crime scene and out of the yellow tape.  The crowd moved away from him to give way but the lot of them had their phones pointed at him, no doubt recording his not so victorious exit.  If only he could punch their lights out without repercussions, he would have already done so.  Regardless, just across the street is where Liz parked their car.  He was done for the night and there was nothing more for him here.  Kisho made his way to the midnight-blue vehicle but stopped and turned to look at the scene behind him once more.  This time, he was the one doing the staring...<br/><br/>That female looking at him earlier seemed to be having an argument with her buddy, seeing how she had him down on his knees with a perfect arm twist and all.  For a moment, he felt like stepping in but it became clear that those two were just horsing around soon enough.  She looked like she was lecturing a punk kid and it was evident that she was winning the battle.  It made Kisho smirk, she reminded him so much of Liz.  With the thought in mind, Kisho unconsciously searched his pockets for the car keys when—<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Fuck..."</span>he said out loud to nobody but himself, dreading the fact that he had nothing but his phone in one of his pockets.<br/><br/>Liz had the car keys. Great! Just great.<br/><br/>He lightly kicked the front tire of their vehicle once, venting off the sudden surge of frustration against the inanimate object.  This Green Zone was not his backyard, and with this Green Zone being so close to a Yellow and Red one, there were people from all walks of life coming in and out.  Kisho was not too keen about having to wander around on his own given that he was a TPD agent; trouble was always just around the corner for him.  While he was not shy about confronting them head on, this night had thrown him off his game, just as literally as how their Chief shooed him off for the night.  This time with an inaudible curse beneath his lips, Kisho swung his bloodied jacket over his left shoulder and began walking.<br/><br/>The nearest hospital was about six blocks away, that was probably where they took Liz. It was a good thing that somewhere nearby along the way, there was a hotel where he could check in and get himself cleaned up.  Liz would have probably smacked him senseless if he were to drive to the hospital in his blood-soaked state and mess up the interior of their car.  With one of the perpetrators still out on the loose, it might be good for him to walk around town, maybe that dude was dumb enough to linger.  Kisho checked his sidearm, he had a full mag and two extra clips; it should be enough for a<span style="font-style: italic">leisurely</span>stroll.<br/><br/>There was not much more this district green zone had to offer that Kisho had not seen before.  It was all the same for all three cities within Trinity control; the rich live fabulous lives, with the best the city has to offer, and those below them toss and turn as they move the world to their bidding.  It was disgusting, yet those without power are bound by chains, unable to do anything.<br/><br/>Unmindful of the fearful stares from bystanders and passerby's on the street, he weaved through them with an inscrutable demeanor.  What are they so afraid of? It was not his blood he was wearing after all.  Besides, he already wiped most of what he could.  In the middle of his self musing, Kisho stopped.  Calm eyes then peered through the glass windows of a clothes boutique he almost passed by.  If he planned on getting himself cleaned up before visiting Liz, he'd need a fresh set of clothes.  It looked like an expensive shop, but the dark colors they had on display suited his taste just fine.  Without further thought, Kisho walked in, flashing his TPD badge at the security person to dismiss his disapproval.