Jack walked out of the station with evidence report in hand. The polymer transparent pad displayed various data regarding the "Red lady" case: 

Blood match: singular person to a Ms. Jessica Roberts, age 18. Person has been sexually active 24 hours prior. Internal fluidic samples include masive alcahol consumption as well as trace amounts of other chemical stimulants. Several semen samples from a 1. Deon Saunders *note external arrest file below* No sexually transmitted diseases or other genetic mutations.

Material evidence: Victims dress show no physical or chemical evidence of other person or persons. Shoes exempt due to contamination from surrounding trash waste. Small 3"×2" paper card with local hotel name, unknown persons handwriting and two-thirds partial fingerprint identified to a 1. Deon Saunders *note external arrest file below* Handwriting analysis proves a mental phsyce profile of Narsasistic personality, borderline sadistic personality and a napoleon complex. (High possibility of hostile behavior)

"Two accounts of dissorderly conduct, three accounts of public physical harassment, one account of public nudity and public drunkeness, and one account of possible sexual harrassment and several drug holdings for personal consumption." Jacks eyes widened as he spoke the words out loud. "Sa-un-ders" it sounded familiar but he just couldn't pin it. From his record, he could tell this guy was a real asshole. He wanted this guy to go down bad, and he didn't mind doing it personally, but first he needed to get a "trump card". 

Jack walked back towards the Spit but took a slight detour towards an "old friend" who owed him. In front of him was an old desserted looking warehouse. Walking up to the main door he knocked rythmicly against the big metal door. The metal eyeslot opened and a beady set of eyes shown through. "Password!" The eyes shouted between the 3" thick metal. "Needle in a haystack." Jack grunted. The eyes looked him up and down. "Wrong password, get the fuck outta here cop." That was a bad idea... Jack shoved his cybernetic hand straight through the eyeslot, bending the metal borders to fit his entire arm as he grabbed hold of the mans head. Squeezing with just enough force to cause blood to pour out of his ears. "OPEN FUCKING SESAME ASSHOLE!" Jack screamed. an audible "thunk" sounded as the door latch unhinged. Jack squeezed the rest of the contents out of the mans head and let the body drop like a bag of shit. As the door opened five men with guns drawn took cover behind a poker table as Jack slowly made his way into the dimly lit room unarmed. "You don't remember your old friend Mr. Stone?" Jack yelled from across the tiny room. The older looking man in the center gestured the others to hold their fire. "Well if it isn't the Ol' Demon of D17. What can I do for ya officer... or is it detective now?" The old man slowly got back into his seat at the poker table but kept his gun drawn and pointed at Jack. "I need something... and I'm willing to go back on our old deal." Jack said, placing his hands by his sides and away from his gun holster. 

"Well that's more like it! My old friend back to his old ways... with some new toys I see!" Stone said pointing to his prosthetics. "What substance can I do you for this time?" He said as he gestured for the others to put down their weapons yet his was still aiming at Jacks head. "No drugs, information..." Jack slowly pulled out the evidence report from the Red lady case and tossed the file onto the poker table. "There was drugs found in her system and I want to know if she passed by here with anybody, specifically that man below." Mr. Stone read through the file and looked at the photo of the woman. "Cute broad, but I don't recognize her... this other guy though, he's a regular but he wasn't wit THAT broad. Some Junkie chick... thin, name started with a V I think. Vanessa, Vicky, Vander idunno." Jacks eyes widened as he realized there may be another witness to the murder... or an alibi. "Tell me everything Stone." Jack said with a growl. "I know your holding back. Jack started walking slowly towards stone and sat in one of the seats across from him. "Okay okay the guy.. Deon... he's a regular but usually gets the lighter stuff, but this time he went heavy... he bought Lucid. Guess it was for the junkie girl or maybe both of them I..I dunno look this ain't leaving this warehouse okay? I gots a rep to uphold ya know?" Mr. Stone said nervously. Jack gave a wide smile. "Don't worry Stone... nothing will leave this warehouse I promise." Jack leaned back on the chair and put his hands on the poker table playing with the deck of cards in front of him. "One more thing, I need something... untraceable, got anything laying around?" Stone smiled as he knew exactly what Jack meant. Stone gestured towards a man hidden in the shadows for a dufflebag. He unzipped it and pulled out an old .357 revolver and tossed it towards Jack. "The thing is ancient... but its reliable. I'll throw in a couple speed loaders and some ammo for the trip." Stone smiled as Jack picked up the gun and examined it. Nodding in aggreement as he loaded the revolver and placed it in the small of his back. "Thanks Stone, good seeing you." Jack grabbed the dufflebag full of ammo and started heading out the door.

 "Oh and Jack... send Michelle my regards will ya?" Stone said and then continued to laugh while Jack stood there. Pictures of emerald eyes appeared in front of him as he felt the fires of that day burning inside of him. All he saw was flames as he pulled out his pistol and the newly brandished revolver and emptied them both towards the men at the poker table. The familiar flames engulfing him as he watched gun in each hand let hell rain down on the five men in front of him. The familiar sound of audible clicks signaled he was out of ammo and the flames receeded as he looked over the bloody mess he created. Slowly he turned around and walked out the door, closing behind him. "Detective Roman, seventeen rounds have been expended from your sidearm, please report." The metallic voice echoed from his holster. "Target practice." Jack said as the holster beeped with a confirming tone.

After about an hour, Jack approached the address of a Deon Saunders stated on the evidence file. The area seemed vaguely familliar but he proceeded to knock on the suspects door. He wanted to meet this asshole face to face.