Detective Jay Woodcrest sat at his desk doing paper work. He hand gotten himself in trouble with the higher ups for making another "mess" as they called it. To the chief and other important people death was not a good image that the G.C.P.D liked to portray, so after his last case he got benched for a few weeks. The chief said that he was too young to understand the sensitivity of the situation and now he will have time to think it over. Jay was catching up on his paper work when the report about Flash Bang came in. For some reason the G.C.P.D did not mobilize as fast as they should have and Jay was still stuck doing paper work.
Jay watched as the events unfolded on television. He begged to be let out of the cage and finally his wish was granted, they let him off with a warning not to start any trouble. He got his gear on and left with the unit sent to clean up the mess. By the time he arrived there were already ambulances and G.C.P.D officials on the scene. He approached the tapped off area and flashed his badge to get in. The bank was ruined, blood and broken glass all over the place. The body of Flash Bang was massive, larger than any normal man Jay had ever seen. Two other detectives had come out from the bank; they had a condescending look in their eyes. This always happened with older detectives on the force; they all thought Jay was too young for the job so they tried to treat him like a kid with a toy gun and a fake badge. “You finally out of time out Woodcrest." One of them grunted while handing Jay the report. " Well you know, they let me out on good behavior." Jay said with a fake simile, he hates having to put up face to say on the force but it’s necessary. The other one handed him the report and he read it while walking around the body. Jay thought the kill shot to the head was a work of art and might have praised it, if he wasn't on the job.
He stepped inside the bank and looked around; Jay could tell that N.A.I.L was on the scene. They did quite a number on the bank and it was sure going to be a cleanup job. “There is an eye witness who said that she knew the perp, said they were co-workers and that his name was Franklin." The other detective said. " That's all good but why didn't he steal any money, I mean he could have." Jay said as he knelt and gestured at the wide open vault that is still full. “Well he took something else, we asked the witness, her name is Ashley, but she said that it was "classified", and I asked by who and she said N.A.I.L. When I tried to ask for more info some agents popped up and...Well that was the end of that." He said with a scowl and it got deeper at the mention of N.A.I.L. Jay could not remember the names of these two so he was going to call them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. " So he comes in here and shakes the place up, gets into the vault, steals something that we are not allowed to know, N.A.I.L comes in along with some new guy and puts him down with one to the head." Jay summarized, not caring if they are listening. “That’s what it looks like, boy. Got anything else to add on." Tweedle Dum said with a chuckle. Jay glared at them both, hoping they choked on their laughter. " Well then I only have one question; What did he steal and why is N.A.I.L getting in the way?" Jay said this as he got up and walked out the bank. He needed to find answers, but he didn't know where to look.