Resting face down on his bed, under the blue sheets, butt-naked. He yawns in his pillow and makes a few grumbling sounds. He twists on his bed, turning towards the alarm clock and there it shows, 4:52 am. His eyes droop while the drool marks are shown below his open mouth. He sees the digital alarm clock, the time colored in yellow, matching his current situation. The man froze yet turned back to the same position he was in before he woke. Shortly after, he is screaming into his pillow as loud as he could for almost 10 whole seconds. Until the alarm stops, he quietly sits up on his bed with the same expression. He rubs his eyes and squints, then looks ahead as he sighs. On his right, passed the alarm clock is a closet where he goes to. A wooden and portable cabinet for his clothes. He first sprays his body with cologne, then rushes to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He brushes roughly up and down, side-to-side. Comes back with bright and shiny white teeth, then puts on his clothes. Blue based underwear with white polka-dots, white shirt under a white collared long sleeve and a dark belt around hazel trousers. Quickly combs his hair with gel. All this in a rush because of the time, where his wallet, phone, and keys are at and which he swooshes by to grab. Abrasively putting on his shoes at the door, then putting on his long grey coat with two buttons at the end of each sleeve. Opens the door, locks it from behind and closes it to check if it’s locked from the outside. He yawns again in front of the door, then takes-off to the elevator at the end of the hall. Waiting for the elevator to come, a woman comes in a professional grey skirt on top of black leggings and a black long top carrying a purse in a hurry. The man notices her bed-head as she puts on her black heels in front of the elevator. The elevator dings, and they both enter, but the woman bumps into the man.
“Oh, I’m sorry. In a rush today.” She giggles shortly and presses the first floor that has the number zero instead of one.
“Not a problem, Sam.” The woman recognizes the man’s voice and turns, briefly looks down before a conversation as she fiddles with her hair.
“Oh, Bernard!?” Acting surprised and smiles, “Good morning! I didn’t know you would be up at this time.”
“Good morning.” The man says with a gentle grin on his face right before the elevator doors close. “Yes, the schedule has changed since the promotion. Although, you seem like you’re heading out pretty~ early too.”
“Yes, I also have to go to the office this morning. Being an inspector mostly gets things done by the week!” She joyfully expresses. “Nothing is exact but I’d like to keep an open schedule.”
“I’m glad to hear.” Bernard replies.
“Wink-wink.” Sam quickly murmurs under her breath. Bernard hears but he doesn’t interfere. Instead, he chooses for more small talk.
“By the way, what do you think the weather outside will be today?” The elevator dings when the door opens into the main hall.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t heard the news, but I bet it’ll be a lovely day Mr. Bernard. Hopefully for many of us.” They go out the elevator at an unrushed pace.
“Yes! It’s always better to look at the bright side!” They both look sweetly towards one another. “Oh, Sam!” He reaches for more of her attention, “I’m not sure if I’d already said but using my last name seems a bit formal. In fact, I’d rather have you call me by my first name. It’ll have less of an idea that I’m at work.”
She slightly explodes in internal excitement, “of course!” They finally reach the outside. “I guess I’ll be home pretty late from my work then. Then again, being an inspector isn’t bad.” Sam optimistically blabs about herself.
“Yes, maybe the same here.” They chuckle to each other and bid farewell.
“See ya, Ross~.”
“See ya!” Both leave in opposite directions to their jobs. Ross starts to rush once again while Sam continues to dawdle with her bed-head.
Inside the woods, a camera flashes at the ground. The person wears “FORENSICS” on the back of his navy blue jacket in yellow bold. Observing and speculating the burnt area surrounded by birch trees. Being the only one there doing the job besides talking and wasting like the rest of the others. An old fellow goes under the yellow tape to speak to the one with the camera.
“Joylen, got anything?” The old fellow asks. The one with the camera stops and glances at the old man to confirm who is talking.
“Well, not much. Just the three dead deers that probably died from an artificially made fire.”
“Artificially made?” The old man chuckles, “you make it seem like it could be different from a human.”
Joylen responds, “ well you never know. We have industries already producing artificially intelligent robots everyday now.”
“Ha, great thinking. Only you would think of something like that.” The Old man sighs in envy. “Oh how nice it must be to be young and stay rejuvenated.” he changes the subject, “odd how you’re the only who showed. Where’s the rest of your team?”
“No clue, I just happened to be near when I got the call.”
The old man touches his mustache, “a sleepover?” The old man intriguingly gazes at Joylen. “With a woman, perhaps?”
“Gerald, try not to step over the line. There’s nothing wrong with doing a wine tasting party with old friends, is there?” Joylen arises from his squat position and faces Gerald.
“Sure, you may do as you like.”
“Well, I better take what I have back to the lab and let my team know what I’ve found.”
“You’re leaving already?”
“Detective Bernard isn’t here except for those lousy show-offs who rely on push-overs. I’m literally the only one on the scene now doing what I'm supposed to do.”
Gerald shrugs, “you’re right.” Joylen takes his things and leaves the area.
“Where you going? The rest of your team haven’t even arrived.” One of the men in the crowd of detectives and cops block his way.
“There is no more to investigate since I did all the work. Unlike the rest of you super~duper~ busy public safety officials yappin on and on that my ears can’t take anymore.” Joylen made his point clear with his sarcasm.
“You think you can talk to your superior like this?”The man in black continues to block with a step forward.
“Surely, based on which field?” Sarcastically following, Joylen pushes. “Because on the most, it’s most likely you’d be put down under.”
The man in black holds his tongue and moves out his way, “Better have everything right because if something is inaccurate or even just precise, you’ll get more than just a warning.” Ending his part in his self invested generosity.
Joylen moves forward as the rest of the crowd’s eyes follow his movement until Gerald hollers and waves. “Be careful on the road. The roads are slippery from the morning fog.”
Joylen hears and mumbles, “Great! Now the clouds are trying to stop me. It’s like I can’t get anything done without interference!” He walks away in the distance and says, “ugh. I feel sick to my core.” He marches further out on the mushy dirt. “Aaaand my shoes are ruined.” He rolls his eyes.
“Sargent Ross Bernard? Is that you?” A woman shouts at the station.
“Lieutenant! How’s life?” Ross responds as he walks in her direction.
“Nothing much but a new problem to solve in the case.” She says as she sits on the desk wearing an eye-catching green blouse. Although Bernard wouldn’t know, she’s his boss.
“Thank you for letting me know, I can prepare even faster.” He looks at the folder beside her. “Is that it?”
“Yes,” she hands the beige folder to Ross. “Personally delivered to you, new Sargeant.”
Ross looks up, “Yes, lieutenant. I’m the new Sargeant around here.”
She hums, “well let me know if you need a hand on. I’ll be on board.” She leaves the desk and heads into her office.
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