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Paperwork was a never-ending job for Sakari. Every single day he would sit at his desk and flip the pages, reading, writing, stamping. It was so mundane that every day felt like a week. He was a detective, he wanted to be out on the field catching criminals and solving mysteries. That’s why he joined this job.
Turns out that superiority just means more boredom…
Sakari had almost gotten to the bottom of his pile of paperwork for the day when he was tapped on the shoulder. His boss was standing over him with a serious look on his face.
“I’m calling an urgent meeting. Be there in five minutes.”
This could either be really good or really bad. Sakari hoped for the former, though he did prepare for the latter. He really only saw that air of seriousness on his boss’ face when there was something very wrong. Sakari signed the paper in front of him, flipped it into his ‘completed’ pile, then stood and made his way to the meeting room where most of the rest of his colleagues were already gathered. The boss was setting up a projector. The sign of an important case!
Sakari sat at the very front table, allowing his excitement to build a bit. Maybe this was his chance to get a proper job, not just one at a desk.
“We were planning on doing more research on this case before sending detectives in, but the robberies, assaults and even murders have gotten too intense and too frequent to ignore.”
The boss turned on the projector where the information for two major criminal brothers was written.
“The Korhonen brothers. They run the most dangerous organisation in our area, and it is our job to take them down. Not only are the brothers dangerous, but they lead a group of around fifty to a hundred criminals, and their numbers grow almost weekly.”
“We are going to be assigning two of our best detectives onto this case. One to go for the younger brother, to bond and hopefully get good information on him and Eji, and the organisation. And one to go straight for Eji. We cannot guarantee either will be successful, but the situation is urgent. We will be picking the two detectives within the week.”
25 years old, the older brother of Ivar. The leader of the organisation. He commits a robbery almost weekly and has killed up to 20 people so far in the 7 years he has led this organisation, not counting the larger amount he killed before coming into leadership. He is a formidable force. He has bodyguards around him 24/7, he is irrational, psychopathic, and can and will kill at any hint of treachery.
22 years old. He is Eji’s right hand man, always with him. He is even more irrational than Eji, he does what he wants, and he has been reported to kill and torture just for fun. However, he often goes around without bodyguards. He seems to not care how much danger he is in, even getting thrills from being nearly killed.
Sakari read through the information at least three times, and looked at their pictures, burning their faces into his brain so he could research them later that night. He was hopeful. He hadn’t been put into the field for a while, but he was a senior detective at 22, and had never failed a mission once. He needed this.
When they were dismissed from the meeting, Sakari did a quick scan of the other detectives. Some looked scared, like they didn’t want to be chosen. Others looked excited, just like Sakari. He turned and went to his desk, picking up a few papers, his laptop, and a notepad. His goal was to research as much as he could about these criminals. If he was picked, he was going to get the job done fast.
The evening sunset made Sakari’s walk home pleasant, it wasn’t too cold or too hot, and rush hour was already well over. The streets were silent and paved in the sunset’s golden rays. When he got into his apartment, he immediately sat down with his laptop and looked up some news articles of the brothers and their crimes.
‘Two men found dead, suspected to be murdered by the notorious Korkonen brothers.’ ‘Woman found dead; man suspected to be Ivar Korhonen seen fleeing the scene.’ ‘Bank robbery’ ‘bank robbery.’ Robberies, assaults, murders, attacks, threats, weapon selling… These brothers did it all. Only a few pictures were taken of the men, though. They were illusive. The only photos of Eji were blurred, and the only detail that could be made out was his height and his tied up long hair. Ivar however, he was less good at hiding from cameras.
Sakari spent hours that night writing down information and printed news articles, photos, and any other reports. By the time he went to bed it was 12am, but he did not mind at all. He was prepared. He was confident.