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For the past week there have been killings, a lot like Jack The Ripper did back in the eighteenth century. though there are many differences between this new Jack and the first, the first Jack was not from England and he did not enjoy messing with those who were trying to catch him. But this new one was from England and enjoyed leaving his calling card at the crime scenes. He had found that this game he played was like chess, and he was the knight in the game. A piece that can move forward three and two to the side or one forward and three to the side. He believed that this piece held many moves, thoug you were never sure what it was going to do. So he left a iron knight piece at his second killing, then at the rest of the killings. And yesterday he had sent a letter to the police that pointed out the detective that was looking for him, of course he also sent the letter to news outlets across the city. The public now in fear of this new Jack The Ripper.

Edward checked his watched as he stood up, the time reading it was five fifty seven. "Hmmm.. I better wrap things up quickly now.. But we did have a lovely time didn't we my dear?" The man laughed as he picked up the large hunting knife. "Now then, I'm sure in a few months you'll see me down in hell, but I'll be walking out of it as the Devil would not dear hold me." With that, Edward put the knife just under the woman's ear and slowly dragged it across her neck to the other ear. Giving her a nice red Smile, really the only thing nice about her now. Edward had cut and mangled the girls body pretty badly, but he still kept her alive the whole time. There was just one thing he had to do now, he took the knife and quickly made may large gashes and cuts in the woman's face, even took her eyes out. This was the animal in him, the one who wanted to just cut everything and everyone. "There that should do, now for that clue... What do I leave detective McCenry?" He asked him self before he dipped his gloved hand into the woman's blood and wrote on the wall. "Here is your clue, this will be the only big clue I'll give you. So use it will... Do you remember the Burns family? Cause I sure do, the woman screamed like a whore and the father begged for his life, to bad the kid wasn't home though." The killer stepped back from the wall, looking at the writing. "That should do, they will come knocking on my door by this after noon..."

Edward turned away from the wall and reached into his jumpsuit and then his jacket pocket, he then placed the iron Knight by the woman's body. He stripped his gloves off and took off the jumpsuit and put both into a bag which he then poured gasoline over and burned it. "There, just to make sure.." He then picked up the ashes and put them in another bag and put them in his pocket. He turned to the body that was once a woman and smirked a bit. "Alright love, see you in hell.." With that he walked to the other end of the already where the woman now lay. But before he left he reached up and turned the camera back on. "Hope you have fun." He smirked again and continued down the street, six blocks over he dropped the bag of ashes into a trash can and then went into a small cafè to enjoy his six am coffee and read the newspaper.

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A young police office went rushing into the office of Detective McCenry, she was out of breath as she just ran across the whole of Scotland Yard. "S-Sir!" She said when she flang open the door. "There.. There... Of why the **** did I have to run up all those steps..." She said before continuing. "There has been another killing, they told me to tell you and a company you to the crime scene."

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Many considered Jack the Ripper to be one of the biggest murder mysteries in the world. However, he wasn't just a murder mystery. He was one of the biggest mysteries in the world, period. Unlike the Seven wonders of the world, which many claim to be a mystery, the Jack the Ripper case would never be solved. You can figure out who built the pyramids or the great wall of China. You can't find a murderer who's case is just as dead as he is. Yes, Jack was a shrouded orb of confusion and panic, and Gale could see that he still is, based on the public's reaction to the released and supposed Jack the Ripper notes. Of course this person wasn't the original, just a mere spoof, but it was no less intriguing the the investigator. It brought up lots of questions in which he wished to be answered.

Was this Jack the Ripper similar to the original Jack in the way that he kills or who he kills? Was this man a alleged doctor as well? What was the purpose of this game he was playing? Why him specifically? Why would he send the message to the media as well? Gale had his theories about each, of course, but with so little information to start off with, they had their holes. And he intended to fill them.

Since he had been given the letter, Mr. McCenry had started to gather information he needed which was not limited to the last few murder cases they had unsolved, cases of previous Jack the Ripper impersonators, and articles on Jack the Ripper himself. He wasn't able to access the original files, however, for they weren't even in the same county and it would take some time to get through the archives. Time he didn't wish to spend right this second.

He had spent most of the previous night looking through the files he had, his tidy desk now a mess with papers spread across it like a garbage dump. It wasn't uncommon, however. Gale's desk was often a mess when on a case. He marked possible connections with pen so he could keep them in mind when out on the next case. Impersonators either tried their best to be as much alike the person as possible, or they just use the alias and aren't actually like them at all. They just like the concept of the person. It was just a matter of finding out which one this one was and then going from there.

However, Gale wasn't researching at this point because he was currently asleep on the couch in his office. At least he was until someone came in the room. He heard the footsteps walk in and go by his desk. He didn't open his eyes however. After a few seconds of the person standing there, Gale finally mumbled,"What do you want Jared?" He still didn't move.

The man in the room blinked for a few seconds at the man and scoffed,"How can you be asleep at a time like this? Someone is about to be murdered and you're just laying there."

"It's simple." Gale replied blandly. "I just close my eyes." He adjusted his head slightly on the arm of the couch, crossing his arms on his stomach. " And in case you didn't know, there's nothing we can really do about the next murder so all we can do is wait."

The other investigator leaned on Gale's desk. "So you're waiting then?"

"Yep." Jared rolled his eyes. The room was dead silent for several long seconds while Jared tried to think of something to say. But words failed him as they often did and he simply shook his head, standing up and walking out. He mumbled something about killing and sleep, but Gale knew what he meant and smiled, keeping his eyes closed. Jared always threatened to kill him while he slept. It was like his motto or something, but everyone knew that Jared would never do such a thing. Not even to the pain in the ass that was Mr. Gale McCenry.

Gale thought about getting up at that point. It was likely the murder had already been committed by now given the time. But Gale thought better and simply rolled over. He was able to lay in silence for a few solid minutes, but sleep wasn't to be. After those minutes of rest ticked away, a woman had rushed through the building. Panting frantically would be Gale's guess. She ran up the stairs and ran through the investigator's office until finally she practically burst through Gale's door. The loud bang caused the man to jolt and pull his head too look behind him at the upside down woman.

She went on to say that there was another murder and he needed to go to the scene and blah blah blah, usual stuff. Haven't these people heard of a cellphone? A phone call would suffice for that sort of a thing, but he supposed if they felt more comfortable with him having an escort then fine. He'll take what was given to him he supposed. The blonde inhaled deeply before rolling off the couch onto the ground where he pushed himself up to stand. He was already fully prepared to go, even wearing his tan trench coat and carrying his badge and gun. He was out the door in mere seconds. "Well let's not waste his time then." Gale smiled.

The ride there wasn't entirely long, it was actually shorter than what Gale had expected, but he set the thoughts aside as he exited the taxi and entered the crime. He didn't ask for an overview, though someone started to explain anyway. They went off on who the woman was, when she went missing, things like that, but Gale didn't really respond to such. Not verbally anyway.

While the overview was being recited, Gale looked at the scenes, eyes scanning the woman, the police and other investigators, and the wall covered in blood. Although he read the supposed hint, the man went to the woman first. The obvious lacerations were, of course, obvious. Gouged eyes, cut pretty but everywhere, body a deep shape of purple from bruising. Obviously wasn't a very picky impersonator. The smile, or gash, on the neck wasn't a whole lot like the Ripper cases and the only resemblance the rest of the slashes and bruises had to Jack the Ripper was that it was vaguely, and he meant vaguely, similar to the murder of Catherine Eddowes, which was Jack's most mutilated victim. But Gale was sure that this wouldn't be the last murder before they caught the man so he'll know for sure if he's simply using the same name or not with the later comings.



But of course, now that wasn't really important, for the clue was bigger than what Gale had predicted. Gale's examination of the woman was short, if not brief, and once done, he went over to the blood written letters and read it over again. The name was vaguely familiar, but the case was long before he joined the force. But he did remember it, though details were iffy. Father and mother murdered at their house. based off of the clue, their child not home. How peculiar. That was such a long time ago. Gale glanced over his shoulder at the woman again, murmuring to himself. "Some build up."

Jared, who was also notified and sent to the scene, perked his head and glared,"What?"

"Nothing." Gale put his hands on hips, still looking at the words.

"You know, sometimes I get confused about what side you're on. You solve crimes, but you act as if these murders are just games and you don't bother to look at the evidence." Jared was writing notes in his note book at the time, and as he spoke, his writing became jagged and angry and the lines darker. At least until he broke his pencil.

The blonde only chuckled at Jared's outburst, however, and turned to him and shrugged. "Fine, if you want evidence, go get some blood samples from what's her face and examine the lacerations. You can define the probably murder weapon that way giving us something to look for seeing as the weapon isn't here. You should search for footprints in here and outside to see if we can identify the type of shoes he wore and his shoe size, gate, stride, etcetera. You should also take samples from the writing on the wall and look for partial fingers prints just in case he wasn't wearing gloves, though he probably was. There's also soot on the ground, that means he burned something, probably clothes which had DNA on it, so you can search trashcans, dumpsters, things like that for it, but let me ask you something." Gale paused to lick his lips and take a few steps toward Jared. Jared starred with rather wide eyes as he did so. "What do you think finding all of that evidence is for?"

Jared hesitated to answer but stated bluntly,"To find a suspect and connect them to the case."

"Yes, very good. But lets say we do find something here. Say a fingerprint, or maybe even some DNA of some sort. Let us also say we ran them through IAFIS or NDNAD or something along those lines. I'm going to tell you now that they aren't going to come up with anything. That is because those programs only hold criminals we know and have recorded because we obviously don't go around fingerprinting everyone in London. This killer is new, or at least smart enough not to leave much evidence in the ways of identification, so that evidence would be of no use to us."

"Then what do you want us to do?" Jared scoffed.

Gale starred at Jared for a long time. It was extremely subtle, but gradually, Gale's blank expression turned to that of frustration, and all the while Jared slowly starting to back away. Eventually, after what felt like minutes, Gale broke the stare and turned back, walking over to the wall. He took a deep breath, and presenting an abnormally large smile, he jumped and spun around, hands outstretched in an eccentric presentation of the blood letters. "Tah daaaaaah!" The investigator sang with his baritone voice. Jared crossed his arms angrily. "Can you see it yeeeeeet?" Gale continued to sing, shaking his hands in a jazzy manner. "It's just screamiiiiiiing bring me the Burn's case filessssss!" At that moment, the blonde straightened himself out and stopped singing, raising eyebrow curiously at Jared who still looked upset.

"So you want us to just scrap all the evidence here?"

"Hell no, what are you a ****ing moron?" Gale spat. "If we find him we'll need that no duh. What I want is for you to understand that this is the clue that the murderer gave and we should probably use it."

"How do we know it won't lead us in the wrong direction?"

"We don't, but I'm sure it won't."

"How do you know?"

Gale smiled genuinely this time. "Because serial killers want to be caught." The man relished in Jared's confused expression, but didn't speak about it further. Instead, he started to walk over to the woman again.

"So we go get the Burns Files then?"

"Unless you have any better ideas." Gale shrugged, kneeling in front of the victim. Jared rolled his eyes and headed out to retrieve the files, but it was obvious that Gale wanted to stick around some more.

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Edward smiled as he sat and sipped his coffee, he was reading the news paper while he did. "Hmmm, sounds like they are on there." He said as he could hear the sounds of the police cars that went flying by, followed by a taxi. "Hm, that must be the Detective Gale. He is a odd man, almost worse then I am." He smirked a bit, before he finished his Coffee and stood up. "Time to head to that office, why did I ever take this Job?" He asked him self as he tucked the paper under his arm. He then started down the street again, heading towards his office. Where he was very up high up the office food chine, just under the CEO. But he did not remember what his title was, nor did he really care for it. It was just something that meant nothing to him, though his name would probably live on long past he did. Just like Jack The Ripper, hopefully his name did at least. Because at the end of all these, it will probably end up with him behind bars and a hated man. But he also knows that men and woman alike will seek him out like a moth does a light.

The blond woman had followed Gale to the crime scene, she was in the taxi with him as well. Yet she said nothing as they rode there, once they got there though, she still said nothing. She just watched the whole thing unfold between him and the other man, she believed his name was Jared. Actually she was sure his name was, but she was more busy with what was on the ground. Which was a dead woman and a Iron chess piece that was a knight, putting gloves on, she picked up the chess piece and studied it for a few seconds before she took a piece of it and then put it through a such engine on her phone. She then put her phone in her back pocket as searched for the piece, She then put the piece right back where she found it. She knew that pictures were already taken of it, and that it would be bagged soon. So she was't to worried about getting in trouble with anyone, instead she was actually hoping to make detective after this case. She was meant to shadow Detective McCenry, and then she might just get that job. But she didn't think that he actually knew that. So now was a good time as ever, She stood up and walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. "Detective McCenry, I'm Jamie Booth. I'm not sure if you know, but i'm meant to be shadowing you.. I'm up for Detective and well yeah.." she said, looking at the mans eyes.. Not sure what he would say or do.

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The woman on the ground, like any victim of a homicide, certainly told a story. Generally, it was the police's job to figure out what that story was and to let whoever was following that story know what was going on. However, Gale usually made it clear that he was not a policeman. He was a detective. A detective's job was the find who the creator of the story was. How you did that varied depending on the case. Some were obvious and others were more discrete. In this particular situation, he needed to use the details of the story to pin point who created it. Once they know who, everything becomes easier because it filled the gaps needing to be filled. You can't solve a puzzle without all the pieces, can you?

With the clue paving the first part of the road, and with Jared getting the files he needed, he decided to take a better look at the victim herself. Better to look at her now while she's here than to look at pictures later. Pictures didn't have a sense of touch or smell or taste or anything important. They didn't even take good pictures for one thing. At least none of anything of any value. With gloves on, the man lifted some of her hair out of the way, exposing the start of the cruelly placed mark resembling a cheesy, wanna-be smile. On eh neck, no less. Why was that a thing? Seriously, there wasn't hardly anything appealing about a poorly made Cheshire Cat smile. But he supposed if one was anorexic and wanted a way out of eating, then he was sure not having cheeks would do it. Would be hard to eat with that, for sure.

Gale smiled at the thought, keeping his laugh in his chest. After all, his humor wasn't exactly popular among the other detectives and police. Which he always thought was funny. If you wanted to find killers, why would you avoid any thoughts that a killer would think? You can't exactly prevent them from doing anything if you can't even think about what they would do next. It was so silly. Oh well, he can't do much about that now can he? Especially when he had little to no credibility in any social situation.

It was obviously something sharp, a knife most likely, so good thing this guy wasn't some sort of weirdo who uses pencils or some sort of nonsense. It's happened before, believe it or not. Freaks. The other cuts and abrasions seems cohesive with back and forth slashing, however. Guy was probably eager to shed some blood with that sort of carelessness. The next one might not be as brutal then since he probably satisfied himself, but who knows, each person was different. The eyes were an interesting touch though. It countered the cheesy smile at least. And by the looks of it, she-

"Detective McCenry-" Gale looked over his shoulder up at the young woman,"I'm Jamie Booth. I'm not sure if you know, but I'm meant to be shadowing you... I'm up for Detective and well yeah..."

Shadowing? Someone wanted to shadow him? Gale looked down for a second in thought before standing up. This was a joke, wasn't it? It has always surprised Gale how far Jared would go to make him look like an idiot. After standing up, Gale looked at Jamie for another few seconds. She didn't seem like someone Jared would hire for such an "important" task. His sexual preferences get in the way of his decision making, especially involving woman, and he likes brunettes. "Alright." He smiled. "But don't do anything stupid. There is already a lot of that going around." He could do without stupidity for a good long forever.

He was curious though. Was she expecting to help him in the case or was she just going to be his shadow? Did she actually want to be a detective or was this to fill some sort of minimal requirement for something? He glanced at the body and sighed. "You want to be a detective then?" He also looked towards the door, keeping an eye out for when Jared returned.

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"While, yes I do. I hope I can learn a lot from you Detective McCenry, also they told me that its up to you if I wear uniform or something more fitting for a detective." The young woman said, looking up into Gales. In Jamie's eyes was a gleam of determination, she was going to be a detective. Even if she had to work all night and the such, though if Gale was to look at Jamie's eyes, he would see that her eyes were not the same color. Her right eye was a Icey blue, not as its a light blue, it its a very light blue. Very much like ice, though her left eye was a deep green, like a pine tree. To Jamie it was just normal, though to the rest of the world it was something very weird. Their for, she would be approached by many men and woman, all asking about her eyes. At least it was a ice breaker that she didn't need to make up.

Jamie's phone suddenly made a ding and she pulled out it out, when she looked down at it. She found that the web had found the chess piece. "And sir, i found the chess piece. It's a remake of a eighteenth century chess set that belonged to the Scottish king, It seems that the black pieces, the ones our "Jack The Ripper" has been leaving around, would be used by visiting nobles. But the English king at the time would be the one who uses the most, it seemed the two were often playing chess... Anyways, these is sold in only one shop in England. Its in a town pretty far out of London, it seems someone is a blacksmith there. Though you can also get it order from other blacksmith shops from a few other countries around the world, but from what i see its much cheaper to go to these blacksmith shop. So, do with that you wish." Jamie smiled.

After the walk through the busy streets of early London, Edward arrived at his place of work. He put on a fake smile, then walked through the door. He gave a friendly wave to the woman behind the desk at the front of the first floor. "Morning Ms. Adams." he said, getting a hello back. Edward then went up to the top floor of the build. He walked into his Office, his secretary not in yet. Though he was always in work before his secretary, just the way he liked. He could set at his desk and just watch some tv before the day would really start, there was something about these time in the day. It was like the clam before the storm, though what he would do at night really was a storm. Not that anyone at these place would know of that till he was caught, if he ever is caught.

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She was eager. Eager was good. But eager was also dangerous, as he knew perfectly well. He's gotten in a handful of sticky situations because of a lack of patience caused by anticipation. Situations he'd wish he'd never be in again. He'll have to keep a close eye on her to make sure she didn't do the same. Which was perfect because now he was a glorified baby sitter. Great. Thanks Jared. But at least it was clear where her loyalties lie. No one obviously told her that he couldn't care less about "uniforms". He was a detective, not a police officer. His only uniform was a badge and a gun.

"Wear whatever you want as long as you can run." He does a lot of that. "I do a lot of that." He hoped she could keep up."Just stay close." He glanced at her again, his eyes skimming from head to toes. Best he actually remembered what she looked liked. But then again, Heterochromia was a pretty significant identifier. He probably won't need to worry about that much. But this anxiousness... that may be a problem. How has she been here? Five minutes? And she's already spewing facts about chess pieces in the old times. Her resource gathering was impressive he had to admit, but the Burns case is the first thing they need to address. Once he had a look at that, then he could see if he could connect the chess piece to something. Maybe someone in the family notably played chess a lot.

Gale hardly nodded when listening to her description, however, he gave an affirmative nod at the end, despite looking at the dirty wall. "Alright. After Jarod gets back with that case file and we take a look at that we'll see if we need to address that blacksmith shop." He didn't understand the connection about it being cheaper there, though. One, they didn't know when the chess piece was bought, it could have been years ago. Two, when did a killer ever buy something because it was cheaper? He couldn't recall any, but everyone is different, as usual. Perhaps this was a homeless man who just fancied chess and pretty woman and couldn't afford a fancy chess piece. He'll humor her on that fact, but it wasn't likely. However, she did seem to know what she was doing, unlike half the people here. But did that translate into wit at all?

Noting that Jared was taking his sweet time on getting back, Gale looked at the scene as a whole. "Tell me a little bit about yourself. What do you see in all of this?' His gloved hand vaguely gestured around to the crime at hand and the people doing whatever they do. "What catches your eye?"

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Jamie nodded at McCenry, it seemed that Jamie would be given free range to what she would wear. For Jamie, a pair of boots, jeans, and a jacket would be ideal if they were meant to run a lot. Though she knew that she couldn't wear any boots with to large of a heel on it, as that would slow her down. Jamie was still in thought when Gale said to stay close, that snapped Jamie out of her thought of what she should wear. The young woman just hoped that the detective hadn't noticed she spaced thinking about clothes.

There was little for Jamie to say as McCenry said that they may look into the chess piece after they look at the old case file. Though it seemed Jared may be cought up in the London traffic, which at this time of day was rather bad. But he probably wouldn't take to much longer, as he probably was on his way back.

Though what came next was a bit of a surprise to Jamie, Detective McCenry asked her what she saw in the crime scene. Though before answering, Jamie took a minute to look at the whole crime scene. Her eyes slowly scanning over the alley. the woman then closed her eyes and took in an deep breath, before opening her eyes again and look to Gale. "While, it's obvious that we are dealing with someone who has a very high IQ. He is most likely a CEO or something like that, he probably had some tremendous shock in his early childhood. It very likely he may have just been born this way... Though he clearly thinks he is smarter then you, what with this clue on the wall and all that. Though if you want to know what I really think, well he could've walked right pass us on the street and we would have never known. He clearly tends to make this into some kind of game, I feel as if he well leave you something in the next crime scene as well.. That's all I have." She said, then looked to Gale. Wondering if that was alright. She was pretty sure she didn't answer his question at all though.

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As a matter of fact, Gale didn't notice Jamie spacing out. He was still trying to wrap his head around what exactly to do with her, really. What do interns normally do? Go and grab coffee? He didn't drink coffee. Or tea. How much of his job was she allowed to see exactly? Were some things classified? Then again, it seemed as if nothing was classified when he was around. That is what they say anyway.

Gale's eyes skimmed around the scene with a rather stern gaze as she summed up what she saw, and apparently thought, of the crime. Or more specifically, the killer. A person thinker. How interesting. Most of his team were object thinkers. Thinking about the weapons, the furniture, the rope. A few were very detailed oriented, but they were pretty evenly balanced with the big picture people. But Jamie didn't seem to look at the objects at all. She quite literally only talked about the murderer.

Which was fine. That was... perfectly fine... He supposed...

The connections she was making were logical but he couldn't falsify or confirm any of it because they didn't know much about the man behind the knife. If they did, they'd already be hunting him down like an escaped prisoner from Alcatraz. For instance, a high IQ doesn't directly lead to a CEO or any similar roles, though there are many people with a high IQ who do have those jobs. So it made sense but it was too soon to make that kind of deduction. Clever though, the childhood trauma. How often is it that a serial killer has some sort of tragic back story to tell. It was so believable. But he needed to see that case file before making that deduction. He was leaning in that direction with her, though, so she wasn't necessarily wrong yet.

She was spot on about that smart ass though. Everyone thought they were smarter than him and no criminal has beaten him yet. So what made this guy think he could, he didn't know. But they shall see. They shall see. She was also right on her last point. You never know when you're standing next to a murderer at a bus stop, or when then kid you're babysitting would grow up to shoot his mother and sister. You just don't know.

They were dealing with a psychopath, and psychopaths think they are so clever. They were outwardly friendly. The type of people you wouldn't suspect would "ever do such a thing". She was such a lovely young girl. Such a well mannered boy. It was so heartbreaking. Well, there had to be evil in the world if there was ever going to be good. It was just the good's job to control that evil. Not vanquish it. That was his philosophy.

"Good. That's a good start." You had to start somewhere. Gale looked towards the noise as Jared stomped down the stairs in a hurry. "It's about time." The blonde took the file out of the man's hands. "What did you do, go and get coffee on the way?"

"Now I wish I did." Jared rolled his eyes.

There was no reply as Gale quickly flipped the case open and started reading. Generally the same stuff he remembered, adding a few details here and there. Including one where the kid was at his friends house. "I see here that you interviewed their son, but you didn't interview the family he was with. Why?"

"We had no reason. Why, you want us to go and interview them?'

"No, not now. They don't have anything to do with this. I just have a hunch that they weren't keeping a very good eye on their guest that night is all." He closed the case with a soft slap of the paper and held it out to Jamie. In case she wanted to know what he was talking about. She seemed like a bright young girl, he was sure she would get it. If not, then he is going to have his hands full.

"We checked the kid though, he was clean."

"Yes, you also checked the stove to see if it was clean you and nearly burned your house down from the burnt residue." He smiled at Jared. "Where does the kid live now?"

"I don't know, but we can check."

"That would be great. We should get in touch as soon as possible." Jared nodded and went to go talk to his gang of chimps. He watched for a few seconds before turning to Jamie. "You said he thought he was smarter than me. " He looked at the chess piece. "If that were true, which you're more than likely right, why do you think he decided to challenge us?" There was always a reason. He wanted to know what she thought. He figured it was because the guy was plainly bored.

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The young officer shrugged softly. "It's possible that he is very bored, or that he is playing a game with you to see how your react. His whole end game could be that he wants someone like him to talk to.. I'm not to sure, I'm rather new at this sir." She said, before rubbing the back of her head.

After a few moments Jamie pulled out her phone, and stared to type up the kids name to see where he is working as everything is online now a days, after a few minutes she looked to Gale. "So umm this guy we are looking for, he is, I'm not sure what you call it. But he is like a CEO at some big company, it seems they are import and export of just about everything.. I don't know if that helps you any, but I think it should." She said, rubbing the back of her head again as she looked to Gale, then to Jared to see if he could offer any help at all.

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