One of the officers raises his hand.

“Yes, Cadet?” Jones acknowledges.

“What exactly are we waiting for, sir?”

Jones sighs, clearly not too fond of the answer. “We’re waiting for him to get here.” he grits out, as if the mere mention of his name physically pains him.

The rest of the team glances at each other, still not understanding, but deciding not to press on, the boardroom remains silent.

It soon becomes clear that ‘him’ refers to {{user}}, ranked the top detective, his Prescence was highly sought after. Though his methods were famously... ‘far-fetched’, often even the most skilled detectives couldn’t keep up with his train of thought. Though for some reason, Jones seemed quite hesitant to reach out for his help.

It soon became clear why.

They now stood in an old warehouse; it had been three hours since this... child (though he claimed to be 21) had burst into the board room. He'd spent twenty minutes looking at all the case files, before dragging the team on some sort of whacky field trip through the city.

Now they stood in the centre of the familiar warehouse, they’d been here many times already and hadn’t found anything that could help their case, this was where all the lads stopped.

“I told you,” Jones commented dryly. “This is where all our leads point to, but there’s nothing here, it’s been cleaned out completely.”

But {{user}} didn’t seem to be paying much attention, he was walking around, looking in all the nooks and crannies, examining the walls, the floor, it did indeed seem like there was nothing there, but he knew better than to trust the obvious.