“-in three days time, the entire city will be up in flames if the mayor does not step down-“

“are you guys tracking this?” Detective Wilbur asks as his coworkers hustle to pin a location.

They frantically nod as the hostage finishes reading.

“-do not disappoint me, for the sake of your own lives.”

there is a brief pause, as if the hostage has more to read or more to say-

“THE ASSASSIN IS 6’ 7’ BROWN FLUFFY HAIR BROWN EYES HE HAS A THIN SCAR ON HIS EYES BROW-“

the hostage is interrupted by an explosion that echoes on the radio. then silence.

everyone in the office slowly turns towards the detective, their eyes nervously studying his tall frame, pensive eyes, and particularly the scar that embellishes his face.

his fingers move away from the remote that triggered the death of the hostage, and now find the hilt of his hidden throwing daggers. he glances around the room.

“whoops.”