MOSCOW RUSSIA
THIRD-PERSON POV:
The crime scene was in a warehouse. Bodies divided into twos, blood splattered everywhere and still; no sign of a definite murder weapon.
A man working on a computer was on a video call. He entered an SUV, enroute to the chief's office.
"This is insane. I just measured the surface body ratio of the victims. The murder weapon accurately bisected the body on a cellular level; without any signs of rough cutting".
"Skip the biology lessons and tell me what I can work with".
"Sir, as insane as it sounds, there was never a murder weapon".
"What do you mean? We have up to 7 bodies of Russian origin and two of US citizens, dead, and you tell me there's no weapon or a lead for that matter?".
"Sir, if I'm accurate, which I, most of the time, am, the murder weapon wasn't a known solid or liquid object used. It wasn't a substance".
"What do you mean? We have UFOs playing assassin?".
"It may be possible, sir. We may need to contact....!".
"If there was an unusual sighting NASA couldn't control, Earth would have been alerted ASAP for defensive solutions".
"Sir, I'm also as stressed as....!".
"Shut it. I need you back on the first flight tomorrow. Let the SEID handle it".
(SEI means Special Elite Investigation Department).
"Sir, no, not...".
The sound of the call's end shoved the remaining words into his throat.
He yelled loudly in the back of the seat in frustration.
He knocked on the window, and the demarcation came down.
"Change of route. Hotel, please".
"Roger that".
He rested on the back rest and turned his mind away to other things.
THE WAREHOUSE
"We definitely shouldn't let this out to the public or they'll.....".
The sound of the military fighter jet stole the words and the attention of the officers.
"Americans! Won't miss a chance to show off!".
Soon, 5 officers dressed in matching uniforms alighted from the jet. They walked briskly to the officer in charge.
"We are from the SEID. We're here to take over the investigation".
"Hold up. This is our country, so...!".
He brought out a tab, already on a video call to the Chief.
"Let them through. We called America in, so let them have their way for now".
"Yes, sir".
The SEID leader turned to the pilots.
"Drones skybound in five".
"Roger that, sir".
He turned to the officer in charge.
"I'm gonna need some information from you".
FEW MOMENTS LATER
The drones reports were in. The SEID leader was in the jet reviewing the results.
"So, the unidentified shoeprints show that they were two. One's a boy of about 14-18 years with respect to area and weight ratio, while the other is definitely a woman in her late thirties. She was the one who committed the murders because the boy was on a chair the whole time. She took some kind of Chinese/Japanese war stance. What's weird is that there's no sign of a murder weapon used, because blood splattered everywhere in about the same time, unlike the 5-30 seconds interval for other weapons. Also, the victims were also cut to the most basic cellular level with outstanding accuracy and speed. The only reasonably unreasonable conclusion is that energy was used, not mass. Except nuclear, it could be any kind like....!".
"...Light energy!".
"Yeah, could be".
"You did good, Charles. Get me a call to the generals. Gianni, give a code-white alarm to HQ".
"Roger that, sir".
He looked at the monitors again.
"This is a resurface of a top-tier secret. Case XCZQ. Codename; the Valkyrie!".
SOMEWHERE IN BURJ KHALIFA
THIRD-PERSON POV:
A man was in the shower, after letting out some steam. The lady was still sleeping on the bed after the intense sessions.
Soon, the telephone rang. He walked out of the bathroom, stark naked.
"I said no disturbances!".
"Sorry, boss, but you'll need to see this".
"I'll be there".
He hung up the phone and entered the bathroom.
FEW MOMENTS LATER
A man burst into the room in a calm rage.
"What's so important that it couldn't wait for me to finish?".
"Sorry, boss. You needed to see this".
He turned to the monitor.
He eyes shone in realization.
"Where was this taken?".
"Moscow".
"Well, look who's back from the dead. Call the Expunger. Tell him our little Robin is back in the hood"