Tick. Tock.
Clock ticked—what else could even tick anyways? An officer walked in the hallways of the PIC. Pearl Isolation Center. Actually, it's a prison for Pearl users. They just wanted to make it softer. Crazy bastards.
Gaze held firm and standing straight. His eyes never left the same point, not wasting a glance on others. Unreadable to the crowd.
Knock knock.
"Enter." Doctor called out, papers shuffling behind the door.
The brunette opened the door with the same stoic face. "Excuse me, sir."
A beat passed as the Doctor gestured for him to walk closer, his eyes nearly closing from tiredness as usual. "Reason for your visit?"
"Ah, yes." The officer was accompanied by a tablet, blank, looking up at Mori. "We found Polonium-210 in the perpetrator's pocket. It's likely that he injected it on himself. Autopsy shows rapid organ failure and death within minutes. We need your confirmation on the report."
Mori's eyes narrow in guard, yet authorize the officer to walk closer to hand him the tablet. On the screen—different seringues of Polonium-210, with the corpse of the Pearl-user. The Doctor scanned the screen with his resting bitch face, then changed of page with a swipe of his fingers.
"You know, Doctor," The officer then speaks up, which made the doctor raise an eyebrow. "I heard that when being injected by that poison, blood vessels pop. And the heart has difficulty beating."
"That's right." The Doctor agrees while still scrolling through the report, his ankle resting on his knee lazily.
"Nausea comes after. With dizziness as internal hemorrhage arrives. The poison kills DNA, which then attacks other organs." The officer resumes with a stoic face.
Now the Doctor was suspicious, glancing at him. (Who would even talk of poison casually?). His tablet was still in hand, fingers stopping on the screen.
The officer's jaw was still loose, unbothered and chill-going.
"And if it touches bone marrow—no blood vessels produced. Kidney, liver and other organs are goodbye."
The Doctor was now looking up, head towards the visitor. He catched on the situation. Too bad, knowledge makes suffering do they say. Though the officer was now sitting on the desk, leaning on his arms.
"And the worst—is that the victim trembles and starts to cry. Not so subtle. That's the worst."
Doctor? Calm (Spoiler: it's forced). Only glanced at his phone, but didn't move. Wind calmly flared through the open window, calm as the officer's expression. A calm too calculated, too measured.
"That's right." he glanced at the ceiling, legs kicking in the air nonchalantly. "He made a single move, to call for help. Guess what, he collapsed from his drink. Bleh—" he stuck out his tongue and dramatically placed a hand on his chest. "Cardiac arrest. It wasn't going to be his heart arrested anyways."
Even though Mori's expression was serene, his leg was tensing slightly in panic. And the intruder in the room looked like he didn't care about the situation. As if he was on a stroll.
Head tilted towards his senior. "Doctor. May I kill you?"
The Doctor froze. Not from the realization of the situation but partially because of the expression of the visitor. Calm. Indifferent. This person was used. Too used. Was it a smile or a frown on his face? Who knows, he was The Joconde. You couldn't guess his intentions.
"The Isolation Room… How are you going to go there..?" The Doctor's voice trembled slightly, yet managed to speak. A surprise, honestly.
The officer rolls his eyes. And his gaze shifted to an indigo mist. Calm, unknown, and calculated. Everything going smoothly yet boring.
"I only need your face. Now think, dumbass." a finger tapped his temple, disrespectful, almost mocking.
The Doctor's eyes narrowed. And his grip on the tablet tightened. "A Pearl."
He snapped his fingers, signaling good answer. "Mhm~"
"Who are you—" The Doctor's voice snapped. Then he cuts himself to regain his calm.
"Your murderer in the next few minutes. If everything goes to plan." his voice was cool, his eyes now on the plant next to them, examining it. Bored.
A beat passed. This beat was long enough for the Doctor to fully grasp the situation even more. And give even more threat to the individual in front of him.
Another beat. Making the doctor panic even more. Then Four sighs. (sigh, too hot).
The Doctor collapses, a syringe leaving his neck as the same Doctor inspects it. Doctor Mori walked outside the room, greeting staff members along the way. A smile etched on his face, hand up in a wave.
"Ah, found you." his eyes got attracted to a certain door. Opening it, he's met with another door with a scanner.
The door opened when recognizing the Doctor's face. Steps echoed in the room, deliberately making noise to anyone in with him. No one, it seems. Drawers opened, files shuffled. Screens powered on. The Doctor was casually searching items.
His hand stopped on a file. Opening it swiftly.
First Name: Reika
Last Name: Kurobane
Gender: F
Date of birth: 11/21/1992
Code: J-002
Pearl:Unknown
CASE TOP SECRET
The file soon closed. The page of the criminal ripped. Now resting in the coat's pocket of the Doctor. The Doctor grabbed files. Keys. Or uploaded the computer's data in a single USB-key.
He glanced over his shoulder at the files, then dropped them all on the floor. Except one: CLASSIFIED- GOVERNMENT SECRET.
"That one for me." he mumbled with a cool expression.
Gas filled everywhere on the floor, decorating the room like some honey. Yet flames enveloped that honey and transformed the files to ashes. Scanner recognized the face, the Doctor leaving without a trace.
Mission Succeeded for Yurei, she glances at a closet, noticing blood staining the door in the way.
Oops, I might've gone too far with the office. He just wouldn't keep still, damn.
Keys spinning around my finger, I turned in the alleyway while shifting to Sora. The Doctor tried to keep still at least. Failed.
I glanced at my phone, buzzing with a notification.
'Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy hun'
A heart. From Rin. Ugh.