The city is named Detroit. Once a city of workers, now a city of crime.

*Rain Drops*

A woman walking with an umbrella in her hand. The rain made the woman annoyed.

Her face and her hair were covered by a cloak. The cloak was black, her shoes were like one of a man at a wedding. They had somewhat of a flat heel.

She arrives in front of a police tape 'caution crime scene do not enter.'

There were people wanting to see what happened. The police were outnumbered and barely can pull themselves together in this scene. She gets from underneath the cloak, a badge.

'Detective Badge. No. 56-284. Samantha Gray. Junior detective.'

She goes to one of the officers and pulls it up to him.

"Miss Gray, you may enter." Said one of the police officers.

She walks up to the scene, she sees a lot of her detective colleagues are dead, their faces mutilated, and couldn't recognize them.

She kneels the one that looked the oldest.

She determined that by his fingers and the body hair.

"How warm are the bodies?"

Her accent was one of a Scottish woman.

"The first investigators that came to the scene were saying 2 hours."

"When was that?"

"1 hour ago."

She folds the umbrella and gives it to the police woman.

She puts on a pair of sterilized gloves and starts frisking the body.

She finds a notebook.

"They didn't find this?"

"They said 'We don't tuck this bullshit, we don't want to be next' type of bullshit."

"Who found the bodies?"

"I did. They were like this, same position, same bodies, same thing."

She opens the notebook. It was mostly empty, but only one page was written in the middle.

"Gray, you gotta stay out!"

She sighs.

"Something important, Junior Detective Gray?"

"This is sergeant" She closes the notebook.

*Foot steps*

"Found anything Gray?"

The voice was familiar to her, a cocky and annoying voice.

"Nothing much Mertins."

Miles Mertins is a junior detective, same as Samantha Gray. They studied at the same time and got the same position. The only difference is that she has 40 more solved cases than he has.

She gets up.

"This case is up to no good…" She said,

"What's up with the cloak? New fashion style?"

She ignores him. She moves to the next body and verifies the holster, she takes out the weapon and looks out at the others holsters. Only he had a weapon. She nods.

She calls over the police woman.

"Give me some bags to put these addons in." The officer leaves to get some evidence of unlabeled bags from the CSI.

"You got here a bit late, mister."

"Sam, I know you might be mad, but I was home."

"You live blocks away. I live on the other side of Detroit. I paid a cab to drive me close enough because this crime scene caused a giant blockage on the road. So yeah I guess home is important too."

She looks at the others for some evidence but nothing else but the badges.

All of them were senior detectives.

"Murphy, Larkin…"

"Do you know these people?"

"Torrent and our mentor Dale Mikeson"

. Miles opened his eyes wide.

"D~" He couldn't say anything else, he ran away from the crime scene and threw up outside the crime scene. She shakes her head. The police woman came back. She handed over the bags. Sam puts the accumulated evidence in those bags.

"I'll bring them myself to the locker."

She grabs her umbrella and opens it.

"We got huge problems in the nest. We need to clear it up. This ain't a crime scene, this, this is a message."

She walks away from the crime scene with the evidence in her hand.

She gets into a taxi and leaves straight to the police department where she works.

She pays the driver, gets out and opens his umbrella. She heads into the building and heads to the detective ward. She goes in front of everyone.

"Kids! We have a new problem in the city!"

30 people looked at her, she was the youngest in the room, but she called them kids.

"Respect~"

"Respect ain't nothing when most of us are targets of the mafia!"

Everyone looked the other way, but the one that said the word 'Respect,'

"4 of our top dogs are now dead! Larkin Murphy, Torrent and Mikeson"

They all turn back to her. She throws the bag of badges on the ground.

"This might be fake, but we must see for ourselves."

"Fake?" One of them asked. "You think they did this on purpose?"

"I won't take it out of consideration. The bodies' faces were unrecognizable, the badges were on them so we can speculate even a fake death."

She grabs the bag and gets to register them to the evidence locker.

*Slam*

"GRAY! My office now!"

"Need to register evidence! I'll be after this."

The angry man was her boss. James Leaf. He enters back in his office and *BANG* the door thrumbles. He looked annoyed. She walks forward to the evidence locker.

She marks up the evidence and registers it with the help of a shy woman, her name is Katja, she is a Russian immigrant. Her hair was tied up at her back, her eyes were dark brown like the hair color.

She was dressed formally in a black suit.

"Thank you Katja"

She rushes to the chief's office. *Knocks* She enters after a soft knock.

She goes in the middle of the room.

*Rushed keyboard typing*

She said nothing and waited for her chief to talk.

He looks at her.

"What do we know about the homicide?"

"Nothing CSI doesn't want in this case. Mafia deals probably…"

He nods.

"Was it really them?

"I am not 100% sure, but the badges can be either put on dummy bodies or that's their bodies."

*Aggressive typing*

"Enough, I'll give you this case. And take your cloak off. At least here. People might write complaints about it."

She exits the office and goes to her desk.

She was situated in the furthest corner, away from any doors or windows. She starts her pc. Sam takes her cloak off. Her long, orange hair was a mess. She grabs a pair of glasses from a pocket inside the cloak. She tidied up her tie and put her badge on the table right next to the mouse. She finally sits in her chair *squeak* The chair was uncomfortable. After that the pc finally opens. She opens the cmd to run as administrator. *Rapid typing* another window opens. A chat.

-U THERE?

-Y

-Can u talk?

-N

-Danger?

-N just started eating. What's up?

-Work.

-That bad need of me?

-Y

-I contact U later. Se U Gray!

The chat closes. She grabs the notebook and goes through it.

She finds nothing else. She looks at the time. It was 8:00pm.

She writes a report excluding the notebook, she kept it for herself.

After an hour of writing the chat somehow opens.

-Gray?

-Not gonna ask.

-I gave you that cat video last time. What did you think it was?

-Malware?

-UDNK (YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW). So what's up? You usually do not ask me for work related problems, I do trouble asking you what's up.

-UK that. 4 detectives are "dead". Cold blood. A possible reason is the mafia.

-You want me to help?

-N?

-U sure?

-N… Please help!

-I knew it was Gray! Come to my place after work. UK where i live,

-Y.

The chat closes. She opens up an old case file in the database, 'the mashed potato killer'

*Nervous typing* She was getting deeper in old case serial murderers that have never been solved.

She takes a photo of it with her phone and closes it.

"I know this won't get me far, but I need to learn to be more careful"

She spends the rest of her shift trying to find correlations between 'the mashed potato killer' and this murder or murderers.

She looks at her phone. It's midnight, she looks around and sees most of her colleagues are gone. She powers off the pc, puts on her cloak and exits the building. A car with black tinted windows was in the front of the police station. She didn't mind it and she walked left of the sidewalk.

*Engine rattle* She hears it and grows aware. She runs, the car engine sound scared her. The car was now behind her going slowly towards her.

Two big men get in front of her.

"Need help ma'am?" Said one of them, he was an afro-american. Bald big beard, easy face to recognize. She recognized him from before, he got convicted with shoplifting and assault.

"I can take care of myself thank you…" She strongly said dashing past them.

"Detroit is a dangerous city," He said.

Sam keep walking, until she heard *click* she stops.

"Pulling a gun at a detective? Not cool man."

She smiled, but they couldn't see. She raised her hand in the air slowly.

"What did you get out of the 4 detectives' deaths?"

"Nothing much, their badges and only one of them had a gun, old news already for you I assume."

*Engine rattle* the car was next to them. The windows go down. And there were 4 men holding ARs at those two.

"She is our girl boys"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Our employer didn't want you idiots to find out, but I'll take the shot. We are freelancers and you are nearly taking the bread off my table. Put the gun down and run the fuck away."

They did as the woman in the car said.

"I'll give a 5 star review, if you can say to max I'll be there in no time."

Sam shouts before leaving towards her friend's house.