Detective Rolan was a rather old man with greying hair who had spent over twenty years on the Police Force with his retirement being mere months away.
All he had to do was just solve the case of a murder and be on his way to cruises and never ending vacations.
"Dragging me out when I can pretty much smell my retirement should be a crime." He groaned as he arrived at the crime scene but he was shocked to see the body of the victim.
Its arms and legs were dislocated pre-mortem and the cause of death was evident to anyone unfortunate enough to have eyes.
"The head of the victim is crushed in and with frightening ease, though I'll have to wait for the autopsy report before making any conclusions." Detective Rolan moved around the body with the careful skill that can only be gotten from decades of practice.
"Detective, sir! I'm your new partner, Saun." A young man with a bright smile and a youthful vigor spoke as he approached the veteran from behind.
Detective Rolan turned around and scanned the recruit from top to bottom, "I told them I didn't need any partner so close to my retirement." He groaned, rubbing his temples.
Saun looked at the body and his face turned green before he turned around to empty out the contents of his stomach.
He kept on heaving but Detective Rolan paid him no mind because this was what all recruits went through during the first few cases.
"Set up the tapes, I don't want civilians running around and messing up whatever evidence might be here." The detective put on gloves and picked up the knife lying not too far from the body.
'So this thug was in a fight. The knife is clearly his, maybe there's some evidence on it.' He studied the blade carefully and took note of the wolf carved into the blade.
His eyes widened and he looked at the corpse, particularly the tattoo of a wolf devouring a moon he had failed to note down before.
"Black Fenrir." Detective Rolan's breath caught in his throat.
'This person was a member of that notorious gang! The person that killed him could be from an enemy gang of equal power. True Cross? No, could it be the Reapers? Or is it some new power trying to make a power move?'
His eyes traced the gathering crowd for any indicator of a gang member. Now that he knew who the victim was, he had to try to prevent an all out gang war.
They landed on a boy with extremely dark hair and clear blue eyes that shook with fear, 'The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.'
Detective Rolan pointed a slender finger at Alex, "You! Yes, you. Stay there."
Beads of sweat ran down his face at the thought of getting caught, 'Had someone seen me when I did it? I'm not even sure I did it.'
The grizzled detective walked to Alex, crossed underneath the tape and bent a bit to look him in the eye, "If you don't mind, I'll like to check your body for something."
Alex shook a bit and this didn't go unnoticed by the detective, "Or is there something you would like to say or perhaps, confess?"
'I knew it, he's suspecting me! But he doesn't seem to have any evidence or a witness claim, otherwise I would be on my way to the precinct.' Alex looked the detective in eye.
"No, sir, there's nothing I have to say and feel free to search me." Detective Rolan scoffed before pulling Alex aside and away from everyone.
The latter pulled off his shirt and showed the detective his exposed torso and back, 'No tattoos, dammit!'
"Okay kid, you're free to go." He reluctantly let Alex go and he immediately ran to school.
As Alex tried to put the encounter in the back of his mind, Detective Rolan still felt like the boy knew something but without a tattoo or any evidence, they couldn't even take him to the station to collect samples of his DNA.
Hours passed and Detective Rolan was at his table filling out some paperwork. He occasionally glanced at some pictures taken at the crime scene, trying to piece together something he might have missed when he was there.
His impromptu partner had been assigned to someone else so he was on his own.
A petite, energetic lady walked in with a letter clearly addressed to him. She greeted him before handing it over and briskly walking out.
He opened the letter and immediately gave up on trying to solve the case. It read:
"Detective Rolan,
The head of the victim was crushed by a single, intensive force to the skull.
No normal human is capable of exerting such force without fracturing their leg or breaking it entirely. There are no records from any hospital for a broken leg after the estimated time of death till now.
Conclusion? It was done either by a machine or a superhuman and so, Detective S. Rolan, you are required to sit aside while the necessary bodies investigate the matter.
Thank you for your cooperation."
Those sentences alone meant that the matter was taken out of his hands. There was a special division of law enforcement that dealt with criminal superhumans.
"This is going to be another case that SLEA is taking from me." He didn't know whether to be happy or sad about his last case being stolen from him.
'The Superhuman Law Enforcement Agency, what an incompetent organization.'
He looked at the document again and felt a lump in his throat.
The last time he had seen a similar letter was when he was investigating the Black Fenrir gang.
Not only did SLEA not arrest anyone of significance within the criminal organization but his partner died trying to assist them.
"It's not my business, anyway." He forced himself to swallow his rising grief.
"It's best that I just focus on my retirement."