Kibe would meet Brandon outside the Swan River General Hospital. Brandon would be eating a pear as he looked up at the building.
"Greetings, I assume you have a plan?" Kibe asked as he walked next to him.
"Our killer requires therapy or has taken it up once. One of the few hospitals I had thought of was this one." Brandon said
"Had? You don't believe its this one do you?" Kibe asked
"No, such a high profile place wouldn't be the place to have such a deranged girl. No, we're here to find records of a backdoor clinic. Some sort of the off the books psychiatrist." Brandon said as he finished eating his pear and throwing the core into the bushes.
"Why not use the PSIA to help locate it? It'd be better and more legal." Kibe said
"The PSIA may keep records of all that bumbogash(Brandon language for stupid.), but they are too loud for me. Yaknow? They just don't sit quiet enough and like to make everything about paperwork.
We're hunting a killer, its a simple solution. We either arrest her or kill her. There is no grey area." Brandon said
"...Very well then." Kibe said
"Does that mean?" Brandon asked
"Yes. I'll follow you on this venture you have planned. I don't have to assume you already know where we'll find her." Kibe said
"GREAT! Glad to hear your on board!
Oh, and yes. We will be catching her." Brandon said
"When?" Kibe asked
"How does in the next twenty-four hours sound?" Brandon asked, Kibe looked at his watch and set a timer.
"Lets begin." Kibe said as he and Brandon walked into the hospital. However, before Kibe would take a step in. He once again would feel like someone was watching him. His eyes darted around the street and the alleys he could see. He looked at the closed stores and open cafes. He looked to the empty cars too, yet found nothing. His senses were screaming to him, yet he saw nothing. He looked one more time before entering the hospital.
As they walked in. They saw the lavish and luxurious interior. It was unbelievable really, like nothing Brandon had ever seen.
"What you mentioned outside, about killing her. You clearly have no qualms about having to kill. No hesitation." Kibe said
"Death is just another part of life, blah blah blah long ranch philosophical speech starts now." Brandon said annoyed to which Kibe just stared at him as they kept walking to the receptionist desk.
"I'm not a complicated guy, I see people do bad things. I feel like they deserve bad things to happen to them.
You reap what you so and that nonsense." Brandon said
"You don't be believe in karma? The idea of people eventually being punished?" Kibe asked
"What like divine judgment? Please. Not a chance. If God really hated sinners, then we'd all be taking lava-baths." Brandon said as he and Kibe stopped at the desk. Kibe just looked at him before looking to the receptionist who was smiling at both of them eerily.
"Ewww, whats up with her face?" Brandon whispered to Kibe who was just standing with his hands at his side.
"Its called smiling." Kibe answered
"Uhh no, thats not a smile, thats a bit more comparable to a cringe or awkward grin." Brandon said, to which upon hearing the receptionist began to look a little confused and annoyed, but kept her smile together.
"Uhhh excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?" The receptionist asked, moving her hair to the side.
"Yes, we're with the PSIA. I'm Mr.Wright and this Mr.Nori. We're here for a uhhhh...do you have an orange back there? Like some sort of fruit?" Brandon asked as he peered over. The woman hesitated for a moment, but looked around for a moment.
"Uhhh, I have my lunch...I had grapes." The receptionist said to which Brandon then extended his hand in a gesture; for her to give them to him. As she did Kibe looked at her. His eyes moved around her desk. There didn't seem to be anything that stood out, besides one tiny thing he noticed on the desk. Thanks to Brandon's weirdness, Kibe could see the woman had an epipen in her purse. Something seen quite often with people who have peanut allergies.
"We need the records of other hospitals you may have on record. Possible reports even, of backdoor clinics." Kibe said as he walked behind then desk and looked at the woman. She stared at him for a moment.
"Yea sure, do you have a warrant? Cause I-"
"Everyone, always ask for a warrant. Do you really think we'd come here, talk to you about all this important shit and not have a actual warrant?
No, we have one, but we're not going to send it to you. We sent it to your boss. You know what? We're going to go ahead and meet up with your file keeper fellas. You call your superiors and you can explain to them! Why your wasting they're time on something they already know. Let's see how long you keep your job after that." Brandon said as he gestured for Kibe to follow him, the two of them walked up the escalator while the receptionist was still in shock and unsure what to do about them. As they got to the top Brandon snickered at Kibe who gave no reaction.
"You play the part of good cop, expertly. Heheheh, I gotta admit partner, I'm impressed. Didn't think you could hold your lid so well." Brandon said as they walked down the hall and past a few nurses and trainees.
"I was legitimately trying to ask her for information. Maybe your thing is deception, but its not mine." Kibe said. Brandon just stared at him with a smirk.
"Sure." Brandon said. Eventually after following Kibe they'd reach another desk where there were more doctors and nurses typing and going in and out to take care of business. Kibe and Brandon got to the desk to which Brandon would lean aginst and knock on it. Like a door. The young woman in front looked at him. She had a bobcut haircut, dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"Yes?" She asked
"How do you do? I'm Mr.Wright, entrepreneur and charismatic con artist. I'm here looking for a really good therapist for my good friend here.
You see the thing is...between the two of us. Hes kind of a introvert, very shy and very nervous. Its his first time." Brandon said to which the woman nodded as she looked over to Kibe.
"Hello Kibe." Said the girl
"Hi Tika. How's my mother been today?" Kibe said
"Shes good, working hard. What are you doing here?" Tika asked, Brandon had no words. All he could do is look at them back and fourth without seeming too embarrassed.
"We need to get some information regarding back alley clinics. We're investigating a homicide for the PSIA.
We believe that Swan hospital may have some information we can use." Kibe said
"Oh dear God, is it about that "Alice"? I heard she's a psycho. A real menace." Tika said
"Don't bother asking for a warrant, it'll make things more easier for the two of us. Not to mention I doubt your superiors would want this affecting records.
I know you people tend to have to report all this crap, the paperwork and then the formalities.
I mean who really cares about that shit." Brandon chuckled as Tika and Kibe looked at him and then each other.
"The files." Kibe said, Tika was very conflicted, her eyes darted around for a moment. She stared at the phone to call the head office. Thats when Brandon cleared his throat. She looked at him and saw him pull out a cigarette.
"Excuse me, you can't-" but thats when Brandon would swish his hand in his face and it would dissappear. Tika looked at the act with shock and some amazement. Kibe just looked at him.
"...H-How did you?" Tika asked
"Its a trick of the mind. Your so focused on everything else around you, your mind can't focus on one last thing." Brandon smirked, as he talked with Tika. Kibe decided to make his way around the desk and to the computer. Though of course Tika didn't notice him, due to how Kibe was so bland and blended into the environment. He typed on it gently. He took a notice for the fact there was a passcode. His eyes moved quickly to see Brandon and Tika still talking.
He then looked around the desk for hints to the password. Looking through a few papers, as he did he then saw a sticky note lying on one piece. He looked at Tika's clothing. She was well dressed,but her figure and the way she carried herself showed Kibe she clearly didn't fit in it. He figured forgetfulness, signs of clumsiness and of course with how her hair wasn't as in place as the receptionist's was and of course uncoordinated.
So Kibe grabbed the sticky note gently and stared at it. It had written down "Don't Forget To Clean The Desk At 11:30 This Afternoon.". Kibe anyalyzed it and took notice of the way the note was written. He noticed the capitalization of each of the words and the time added in.
"Clever. DFTCTDA1130TA. What a mouth full." Kibe thought as he typed in the password and the computer came on, not that Tika would notice with Brandon distracting her. After a few moments Kibe would have found a list of black listed back alley therapist. He then would connect his phone to the computer and download the information he gathered to it. After a minute, he'd unplug his phone from it and then make his way back next to Brandon.
"And just like that, you know how to flip a coin on your nose." Brandon said as Tika somehow balanced a coin on her nose, yet when she tried to flip it it fell over. She clumsily went for it knocking a few things over. Brandon looked over the desk with smile.
"Well we better get going, thanks letting us borrow your attention." Brandon said
"Oh uhh sure. Kibe, I'll let your mom kno-"
"Don't. Better to not do so." Kibe said as he and Brandon made his way out of the hospital. As they did Brandon looked over to Kibe.
"So did you get it?" Brandon asked, Kibe then sent the file to Brandon via his messages. Brandon got it and saw the list of hospitals.
"Huh, over nearly a dozen back alley clinics/therapist. This may take longer than I thought. Darn, and I was so betting on them 24 hours." Brandon said as he bit his finger lightly. Kibe then saw a message from his mom and saw how late it was.
"Yes and I have school. Till we meet again." Kibe said
"Hey! What about Alice? You don't just expect me to go dancing around without you now?" Brandon shouted
"Talk to Miyuki about it, he usually has a few ideas. Although it just a few." Kibe said
"Do you think he's any good? That Miyuki fellow? He sounds like such a stick in the mud. Hes so straightforward and such a slouch." Brandon chuckled, Kibe didn't answer to it and decided to keep walking. Brandon watched him for a moment before he started making his way down the street. He walked with his hands in his pockets, people walked past him. Everyone living their own lives and meeting different people, different branches into the world and society. Brandon couldn't stop thinking about it for a second, that was until he bumped into someone.
"Hey hey! Watch it!" Said the business man, Brandon shook his head from the impact and looked at the man.
"Oh, my bad! I'm sorry. Such a goofatoos(Brandon language for Goofy dummy)! Ahaha!" Brandon chuckled putting his hands back in his pockets. Brandon watched as the man gave a scoff as he walked away. Brandon smirked as he kept walking.
"Gosh that guy sure looked funny. Must be a visiting fellow from some other place. Boy I could go for some saki after work today. My wife will bead though, ah what the heck. A quick drink won't hurt." Said the business man, and as he reached into his pocket he found that his wallet was missing.
"EH!? MY WALLET!?" he shouted, Brandon pulled his right hand out of his pocket and saw the information of the man.
"Ah, Masaki Ishikawa. 37 years old, 16,000 yen on his person. Hmm the money from his cards will be easy to get into.
Oh Ishikawa, you'll be very important for what I have next in mind." Brandon thought as he was now sitting on a bench near a park. He put the man's wallet in his pocket before he got a phone call. Brandon answered it.
"Hellllloooooo. Mrs.Dumbwater speaking." Brandon said trying to make a girly voice.
"Brandon, I need a favor." Mr.Nakayama said, he was back at his apartment sitting behind Tokyo who was writting some letters or supposed school stuff. Mr.Nakayama grabbed his small glass of water.
"Eh? How did you know it was me?" Brandon asked as he turned and looked around.
"Are you spying on me?" Brandon asked
"No. Now pay attention, I need you to do something for me. However, it can only be between us. If anyone else finds out I'm doing this. You'll be fired. Or if I even suspect, that you've been blabbing. Guess what?" Mr.Nakayama asked
"...I'll get a apple?" Brandon answered
"YOU'LL BE FIRED YOU IDIOT!" Mr.Nakyama shouted as Brandon backed his head away from the phone.
"Ok ok ok, what is it your looking for me to do?" Brandon asked.
The next day Kibe would go to school at Sawa High school. Everyone was chatting and talking to one another. Jun was at Kibe's desk leaning on it as she spoke to him about engineering. Thats when the teacher came into the class and closed the door. Everyone got ready for class with the teacher getting his laptop out.
"Good morning class! I just wanted you all to know today we have a math exam today. Along with it, I am to inform you all, that the famous International Puzzles of the world has entered Japan for the month.
So any looking to prove they're the best and smartest in all of Japan. Now is your chance." Said the teacher. Everyone's wonder and anticipation had been peaked as the words from the teacher were not simply a notice, they were a warning.