After a few hours, Philippe wakes up at the hospital. With a more than slight headache. Seated next to him in personal room was a familiar figure. "Hello," he said to Philippe. "Well , hello" responded Philippe as though nothing had happned to him. Well in all honesty, nothing did happen to him. "I did not think you were a officer sir," Philippe said to the Stout man "That is what they all say" replied Alex. Philippe smiled at him. With a hand over his head trying to figure where the pain was coming from. Alex came a bit closer to Philippe. "You now son," he said. "The impact should have killed you. It would have easily killed anyone," "But look at you, not even a bump" he said. "Can I have a look?" asked Alex. Before Philippe could agree to Alex's request Alex starts to investigate the back of Philippe's head. Making Philippe a bit uneasy. "See, not even a bump" he says again. "And this makes me suspicious son," said Alex. "So, I'm also here to investigate the Crash that occurred at the opening yesterday" the officer said. "Can you give me a report on what happened. As far as you can remember" asked Alex. Philippe begins to narrate the investigation in the Hospital room. Alex then takes down notes and asks him questions when required. Suddenly a nurse enters the room with coffee and hands it over to them. "You too sir," she nudges the cup towards the handsome Philippe. "You can drink it too. You are perfectly fine" she smiles at him. The both men take a sip of their coffee. "So Philippe," Alex continues. "Did you have a look at who was inside the cockpit of the craft. I know it is too muck to ask," asked the officer. "No, no sir," replied Philippe. "I could not have a look insidel he said trying to recollect the incident. "I did try though, but the hovercraft came in too fast, it was impossible for me to have a peak inside" he said. "I'am sorry!" "Understood," replied Alex and jotted down his notes. "Philippe," said Alex as he puts his note down and his tone gets more serious. "There is something strange that has occurred," said Alex. "What is the occurrence?" asked Philippe. "We retrieved the black box of the craft and as you can see Philippe with the black box comes a serial number and the makers information also" said Alex. "Yes, I have read about the black box" replied Philippe. "A couple of weeks ago around 50 fleets were stolen. A little distance away from the Districts" said Alex. "And the serial number of the Black box matches with one of the serial number of the fleet that was stolen," he gave a detailed description of the case. "And co-incidentally, I'm investigating both the fleet stolen matter and this one," he said. "What you are implying Mr. Alex? The person who stole the fleets crashed into the building as well?" asked Philippe. "That's exactly what I'm implying" replied Alex. "And what makes it strange sir?" asked Philippe. "There was a person at the office yesterday, his nanes is Atticus" said Alex "He was the one I'm investigating with the stolen fleets," he further added. "He could be the one who stole it sir," said Philippe continuing his simpleton act. "He is the engineer who reported the theft, so i would like to give him the benifit if the doubt" replied Alex. "There is a police officer who was his friend, a Chris" Alex continued. "He succumbed to his death at the scene." "Chris, the name sounds familiar" said Philippe pretending to again play the fool. He knew cery well who the person was. Alex choosing to completely ignore that that information, continues to talk "So the investigation has completely taken a turn. It has turned into a murder investigation." "Are you close to finding out who the murderer is? he must be involved with the theft and the crash as well" said Philippe. "Bingo" said Alex. "But this is where it gets really peculiar," said Alex as his face lights up. "This Atticus, he seems to be hiding something" said Philippe. "Some very valuable information and we cannot take him into custody and investigate him thoroughly. A warrant simply will not be issued" replied Alex. "He is a simple engineer and how can he do all these things," said Alex. "That rules in his favour" Alex sighed. "Unless," the chief continues. "He has help and a lot of it," said the chief. "Yes, that could be it," replied Philippe. They both looked at each other. One person hiding more information than the other, it seemed like.