Chapter 20: District Four

Our eyes cannot wait to get some sleep after several hours that had run off in WPD.

Marina was glued to the screen - making a report of every single move we abide she insert that as well.

Meanwhile, myself were concentrating on where the van went that might create a pattern inside of my head after I latch them down not to snooze.

The van often move forward to uncrowded places and kept turning rights and lefts to scramble their tracks.

I realized from the Match your Tea store near the road to district twenty-one - there was another van that conforms to the color and style of the van but the plate wasn't identical.

This clean van and the original were separated after they met at James's apartment but they don't stand on the same street but on opposite.

So these ugly bastards create asynchronous strategies to trick us.

    "Marina" I called her but she didn't even give me a look yet still her eyes on the screen.

    "What?!" Her voice deepens as she tugged her both brows down south.

    "The mob has two vans I don't have a concept of which one is the original"

    "What are you talking about? So you telling you wanted me to restart the f*king report?" She straight up fury.

    "You can just edit the body of the report, Detective" My voice strives to calm her temper down and appear it won't function on her.

    "Tell me more or I'll blow my wrath on you"

     "Alright chill off, the van that copies the original one stayed at the warehouse on East Wind road to district four while the original truly runs across the barricade" She nodded.

     "We'll check the warehouse tomorrow"

     

      I opened the futuristic television to watch recent news from WCN.

The announcement caught our attention, the case we are currently solving is about the stitch-up of the victim, a drug den, missing children, and a married couple homicide.

What a night! The chief reports about us that we are working on it like the "Don't panic, everything will be fine everyone" that kind of speech.

Allison the reporter for WPD addressed the evidence and the place that we visit to catch the predator. 

    Saying "The limbs of the stitched case haven't been reported that they uncover the limbs of the victim in district twenty, the following same investigation but an unidentical case which is a drug den at Block 8 of Snowdonia Street in district nineteen that filled with drugs for illegal trading to South Winter port and lastly a tragic married couple homicide in district ten that has been violated against by invaders and if you have found any van like this one in the city, please do inform us". She summarized the three cases for one similar investigation. 

   

  I signed out and let Marina do the rest because she wanted to.

The stars glimmers above the depth of the dark sky and the half-moon for new moon glares on the height of the building. I embrace all the breeze that crawls onto my head to shoulders - it was slightly frigid outside.

I walked instead of hitching a ride from Marina but I declined. I try to contact Wayne if he's available.

"What's up brother?!" Wayne greeted. I sighed with joy through the mist that at last, I heard his voice again.

"Hey, Wayne, you busy? How about we meet now?" I asked.

"Sorry mate, I'm a bit gaudy today but I can meet you up as I assigned for a reunion for us"

"Wayne, you can talk now, if you are truly busy what are you doing there?"

"Do you remember I was allocated in a company so it's pretty related to papers and whiskies"

"Not kitties, right?"

"I do hope so but I will see you around, have a good nap it's pretty late now but don't worry about me, my eyes are stronger than my belly eh"

"Ok thanks anyways" I ended the call - well I sounded horrible today.

    The lampposts on each side of the pavement slightly faded glimmer and the trees along the streetlights were steady as a plastic bonsai tree.

No cars run around because it's the middle of the curfew. Why there's a curfew? Nah I don't give a crap about it.

I landed my feet at last in front of the Green flinch after several paces I stride to get here.

It was sealed so I contacted the landlord to empty the door for me - luckily she was up. 

    The landlord is a she, a youthful one she's around her mid-thirties but she has the complexion of a Korean that you will never speculate how old she truly is.

She opened the door with a blue night dress with a glittering comet, the string on her shoulder slid down, and then she covered it with her ebon hair.

    "It's the middle of a curfew and midnight, why late mister?" She raised her one brow with a cute smirk - is she flirting with me?

    "At work ma'am" I let myself into the dark lounge after she paces aside with a calm sarcastic smile.

    "You know I command my bot to give all the people who lived here cookies that I baked?" She asked and she followed my steps that I slip beneath me.

    "I don't remember but thank you for letting me in as well as the cookies but I don't eat dessert and snacks, ma'am," I said before entering the elevator.

    "You're the only man that seems always to hit the gym and gain proteins," She said with a seductive tone.

    We both entered the elevator yet she still flirting with my ass.

    "I appreciate that ma'am," I said before entering my stop onto the button.

    "You single?" What in the actual f*ck? I know it's weird to ask a stranger that query even though she's beautiful but I still reject someone like her.

    "Yes ma'am" I replied 

    "Me too" she giggles in the end.

    "Ma'am, I forgot to catch your name by the way my name is Jonathan Wilson"

    "Oh yes I know, my name is Deliana Roberts but you can call me Deli instead, Mr. Wilson" she moved closer as she glimpse it was my nearest stop.

    "It's my stop now but you can call me Jon, ma'am but indeed you have a beautiful name with that pretty face of yours" I winked before I left.

I try to cover myself with sarcasm and I don't want a girl that flirts with me left broken so I mastered being a pretender. I bet I pushed her cheeks flushed.

    I slept before I clean myself - another day another success. Hereafter, another work another stressful day.

    "You sure about this one?" Marina asked before we put ourselves in the car.

    "Yes if the car parks beside the warehouse it means we snag the wannabe" I replied.

    "That district was a bit quiet and that gave birth to a bunch of good houses" 

    "I'm excited to see it"

    

    We enter the foyer to district four which is West Wind we pass the six districts of the city that is filled with plenty of modern buildings, skyscrapers, stores, and more.

The guards told us to halt the vehicle as he blocked the gate.

    "Identity please," he said.

    "WPD, we are here to check the warehouse, can we inquire?" Marina asked as she lowered the door window. The warden nodded.

    "Have you seen any van running across every street of district four?"

    "Yes, I believe that van was from Watson from Libra Street, do you want me to contact him?"

    "No you don't have to, we need to check their house as well as the warehouse and ask them a few questions, so can we come in?" Marina sighed her pressure. The warden let us in.

    The moment we enter, this district was serene and neat like relieving tension villas and estates.

Every tree had blossomed with tiny flowers and their pavements exist stones that lead to every house that was attached to it.

There's no such skyscraper prevails here but this district looks like more a townlet than a subdivision.

Marina and I look around to catch the street sign labeled Libra lane.

    "So each district had different classes?" I asked while the vehicle slowed its pace to locate where Watson lives.

    "Yup as well as the other side, any more f*cking questions?" She simply replied and asked.

    "I'm so curious about this city that's why I kept informing because this is the sixth time I move to another City Walls" She hummed once.

    "There he is," Marina said after we uncover Libra Lane. There we go, we stepped out and then slammed the door.

Marina walks across the lawn with no hedges or fences without hesitation we aim to strike on the door. 

    "If he's not home it means he went out for attention to get caught from our chase," I said.