Chief Inspector Lars Buenaventura with his partner Nigel Bellic is investigating the crime scene at the club downtown, where based on the security cameras, the Hollywood star and model for Ralph Lauren, namely Jean Desmond was found with her comrades.
But based on not so many survivors who have escaped the chaos last night, some of them have seen Jean had an argument with one of the daughters from a known Mafia in New Orleans, but even so, they didn't expect what had happened. One of the survivors who was a far friend of the daughter told the investigators that her friend was thrown by an "unrespectable force" casually because she didn't see the Hollywood star hold her and throw her with such high probability of height, and she didn't expect that the star can do such thing based on the body frame she had. The daughter was lean but Jean was too lean, not to mention.
One of the survivors, (they were allegedly 7 survivors including the assistant manager. The bouncer and the janitor; the witches are not included in the survivor list) said that the star was with her friends and they were having the time of their lives. One of them saw them got inside by fours and scattered around to mind their own business. And then one of their male friends came to get the girl and the survivor did not remember any of the details because the survivor said that he was doing cocaine.
He was pressed with charges after the inspectors learned that he has possession of illegal drugs, and does not make him a viable witness to the arson that night.
The janitor who had repeatedly cleaned the cubicles of the bathrooms but failed to do so because most of the cubicles were "occupied", said that he didn't know what was happening until there were shouts and screams happening in the club. He dropped his mop and run to the entrance where it was clogged by people. And the next thing he heard was the gun fires and more shouts and screams and he crossed his way to the fire exit which was back of the bar, as he said but he kept the last glance and saw a guy with a woman on his arms and turned around and many explosions happened in the club.
Based on the investigation, most of the headlights were unscrewed and blasted, causing the fire in the club. They also checked the bar and all the alcoholic drinks were all shattered on the floor helping the fire to multiply.
Aaron Anderson was lucky to get out in the whole piece and was the only one who has survived the chaos despite that he had several friends with him, and was also asked by the investigators.
Aaron just told them that everything had started booming and everyone was screaming. He also followed the sounds of the gun that saw it hit someone. He saw another being took and he saw a disaster. He was at a bachelor party he didn't want to be in and told himself that he was alive and lucky enough to be with his wife and kids again.
It was a piece of messy, messy evidence the witches left. But they always get away with it.
Chief Inspector Lars was determined to know why the star of Hollywood was in the club and why were some of their friends got shot and abducted. He has a hunch that they were chased by someone but there's no evidence yet.
But when he finds out that they're not supposed to be, he is in danger.
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"Can you just chill and stop digging information on this. You're making me crazy." Nigel said.
As of now, they're in Lars' office and Lars was still working on the case he just investigated a while ago. He can't stop thinking about the case that a Hollywood superstar was in the incident.
"I'm getting somewhere, Nigel. So shut up and watch Lifetime."
Nigel leans on his chair and puts his legs on the table."
"Chief, someone wants to talk to you." Lars looked up to his secretary and said, "Send him in."
A man wearing a formal blazer fit jacket holding a paper bag full of breakfast goodies and large-sized coffees from Starbucks came in the office.
"Good morning, gentlemen."
"Sir York," Lars regarded Rob, waved Nigel out of his seat to give it to Rob.
Rob put the take-outs on the Lars' table and sat on the creaky leather chair.
"Mr. York, what a surprise that you've come to visit us."
Rob laughed a little, "Come on, wouldn't it be enjoyable to add this day to see my friend.
"How I missed our little talks." Rob finished.
Lars gripped his hands together and stares at Rob and asked him, "Well I'm glad I'm a part of your joyfulness. Can I assist you with anything? Get to do something or what?"
Rob looked at him for a minute. Rob starts to take out the breakfast from the paper bags and takes the cups from the beverage paper. "Get your drinks, and I bought something for your assistant, too. Coffee is a great start for the day."
Lars and Nigel hold a cup of coffee and Nigel already digs in with his croissant bread while Nigel took a bite of his bagel and drinks his black coffee. "We already got our day started, Mr. York. A club was burned downtown and some got alive and a group of students gets out of the crime scene. One of them was a Hollywood star named Jean Desmond. We just have to go to the academy she's attending right now for questioning."
Rob kind off bends his head, showing curiosity and asked Lars. "What do you mean crime scene?"
"Well, one of the survivors saw the superstar did something to the daughter of a known mafia, which in this case this mafia wants to push through the case and they wanted to know how everything happened right from the start."
"You must have asked the wrong person, Lars." Rob implies
"No, I did not!" Nigel stuttered.
"My partner is great with his work," Lars said and takes a sip of the coffee. "This coffee is really good, Rob."
"What else do you know about?" Rob asked Lars, digging for some information.
"One of the survivors said that she came with some friends and some of her friends got shot. I think they're being chased."
"Boss, I think something's happening to me," Nigel said with his mouth full.
Rob whistles suddenly while Lars went to his assistant then stopped suddenly from walking. Rob stopped whistling then stood up and fishes out a cigarette and lights it up. Rob grinned then shakes his head.
Lars and Nigel were paralyzed on their position, but lucky for them it would only take a couple of minutes.
"I'm not stupid Lars. I know what you've been sniffing around and I know you're talking about my student."
Rob saw a folder and took it with him. "The short time paralysis must have work on y'all, eh?
"Now listen to me. Now what I want you to do is to turn over whatever information you've gathered around these students. Better not post it in Facebook or the media or the newspapers, because if I knew that you did," he says it calmly and continued, "I'm going to boil your stomach and turn your brains into mashed potatoes, are we clear with that, Lars?"
Lars tried to resist but he just said yes.
After that, they'll forget everything about the case and forget that they met Rob ever since. They won't remember everything.
Rob got in the car and asked Ander to go.
He was holding the folder of files that could destroy the name of the academy, and he won't let anyone, not even the witches because of their incompetence.
He opened the folder and saw some statements of the survivors and pictures of the crime scene.
Then he saw many pictures of burned bodies, and he just scanned to everything until he can't take it, shouted and threw it in front of him, hitting the windshield and almost hitting Ander.
All of the disgusting pictures are scattered around and Rob was breathing hard.
Playtime was over, it was time to teach them a lesson.
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The witches were hanging around in the Gathering Room and Jean was watching and repeatedly changing the channel of the TV when she got to a news report.
"Holy shit," Jean muttered.
The news report was about the club that they went to last night. The good thing was that they didn't show anything about the witches yet. All of the witches stood up from their seats
"Holy shit, it's on the news!" Aria said.
"No shit, Sherlock," Jean said.
"Oh man, what should we do about it? Our names get out to the news, we're totally screwed. And they'll know about us." Aria said.
Aria was walking around and was starting to bite her nails. It was a habit of her to bite nails when she was nervous about something. Jean was trying to call her agent and swear at the phone when the line says that it's out of reach. John gets himself a rum and Wayne started thinking about Meghan.
"We should do something," Wayne said.
"What can you suggest? Mr. Smart Head? Talk with the police? Their eyes are on me, nitwit. " Jean was already frantic and she can't get a hold of herself.
"Well, it was your fault that the chaos started."
"I didn't know what I was doing!" She shouted. "Something was controlling me, I don't know! God, I need something to drink." She goes to John and snatches the glass of rum from him and chugs it.
Jean looks at Wayne, "Wait. How did you make the fire?"
The big doors of the gathering room open suddenly making wind in the room and there goes the supreme.
"Idiots," He muttered then waves his hand.
Everyone in the room flew and their bodies were like a paper ball just thrown around in the classroom. Their bodies hit the figurines and some of the portraits hanging on the walls around the room. After that they were on the floor, they stood up and wipe their dirty clothes. It was also obvious that the supreme was in a rage.
Wayne reacted first, "What the fuck is wrong with you? You cannot just throw us like that!"
Rob looked at him.
Wayne stopped talking and his mouth was shut closed and he floated against the air to sit on a couch.
"I can do whatever I want because I have a bigger dick than you," Rob said in authority.
In the room full of chaotic fucks, Rob said "Anyone wanted to say anything?" No one answered.
Rob went on the rum table and pours himself a glass. He swirls around, watching the small particles to roam around the liquid. Then he regards the students.
"Let's just compose ourselves and just chill and we just need to relax. Well… isn't it so overwhelming and maddening that one of your students just makes a freak show in a public and the people goes boo ra ra around and tell these rumors that they're deadly?"
Rob continued, "well, I kind of believe that we witches are deadly but don't you get tired of being described having stereotypical curly hair or a broom to ride or a boiling pot of potion in your nipa hut?
"You're making a mistake there, doll." He looks at Aria, "We are fabulous. The things that the normal people they thought they know we have, are all wrong." He looks at John and looks at his jeans. "We have Levi's jeans, we have make-up stylist, we have Camaro and Porsche and Ferraris and we still have potions, but you know the latter, right?
Rob looked serious to everyone, "But the game you did," he said sternly, "in that club is a child's play, and I'm done playing Final Fantasy with y'all." Rob said.
"You put too much danger for this academy, you weren't using your brains when you're outside these doors. You scuff the name of this academy. You bring back the stereotypical description of us as witches being the bad bitches, the monsters when we're not!"
Rob looked at Jean and went to her, "You are one sloppy slut," he looks at Wayne, "And you are some jocky whose brain is in his dick that gets to be a warlock who wants to get his revenge for his lovie-dovie. Why can't you take care of her instead of plotting some amateurish revenge against the danger outside?"
"And now where it got you?" He said to everyone.
Rob looks at Wayne, "Two students are either injured or abducted because of the games you made and I'm telling you that play time's over. It's time to play with my puzzles and obstacles and play survivor.
"And when I officiate the games," Rob chugs his rum straight, going through his esophagus with the burning sensation the rum gives, and walks to the door and giggled a little bit, then he looks back at the students, "You should be scared when I judge because no one gets out through my games alive."
He left and the doors closed.