It wasn't an average day for Wizard City, but at the same time it wasn't an extraordinary one either. Every day was like this, using the line in between normal and abnormal as a jump rope. But for the people who worked at the Wizard City Detective Agency, every day was extraordinary. Even if it was a simple case like finding a lost pet, the case would always take a unique turn.
For one Marcus Trent, Wizard City was his charge, and he took care of it no matter the cost. He didn't own the city, but it was under the protection of him and the other men and women at the agency. He picked up where his mentor and unofficial step-father left off at: an incident known to him as The Mexican Standoff. There were so many questions about it, but none of them could be answered. For the police, the case went cold and they dropped it entirely. Marcus didn't want to drop the case, but there were other things going on in the city that needed to be taken care of first.
As he walked slowly and calmly down the stairs, Marcus looked around him when the ground floor came into view. The first and underground floors of the building were purposed specifically the detective agency, the the floor above was where he slept and ate, and only the others that worked along side him were allowed up to the second -but technically third- floor. The young man flicked on the lights as he reached the bottom of the stairs, and looked around with a small smile. His mentor had always been a fan of earlier times, and as such, the agency was styled to look like a building from the forties with a bit of a modern touch here and there. Most of the things on the first floor were actually new and fully functional, but designed to appear like they came from the forties. That was how his mentor liked the building, and that was how he was going to keep it.
Marcus walked over to the door and unlocked it before walking to his desk and turning on his computer. The current time was seven o'clock in the morning, and the other detective should be arriving shortly.
For one Marcus Trent, Wizard City was his charge, and he took care of it no matter the cost. He didn't own the city, but it was under the protection of him and the other men and women at the agency. He picked up where his mentor and unofficial step-father left off at: an incident known to him as The Mexican Standoff. There were so many questions about it, but none of them could be answered. For the police, the case went cold and they dropped it entirely. Marcus didn't want to drop the case, but there were other things going on in the city that needed to be taken care of first.
As he walked slowly and calmly down the stairs, Marcus looked around him when the ground floor came into view. The first and underground floors of the building were purposed specifically the detective agency, the the floor above was where he slept and ate, and only the others that worked along side him were allowed up to the second -but technically third- floor. The young man flicked on the lights as he reached the bottom of the stairs, and looked around with a small smile. His mentor had always been a fan of earlier times, and as such, the agency was styled to look like a building from the forties with a bit of a modern touch here and there. Most of the things on the first floor were actually new and fully functional, but designed to appear like they came from the forties. That was how his mentor liked the building, and that was how he was going to keep it.
Marcus walked over to the door and unlocked it before walking to his desk and turning on his computer. The current time was seven o'clock in the morning, and the other detective should be arriving shortly.