YOU NEED A HERO part 3.

 "YOU NEED A HERO" PART 3, Also "I BELIVE IN" will be updated later today, thanx!

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Crime labs, a week later:

-Hey! Sammy! Josh! My darlings! – A young blonde girl with glasses and a white coat warmly welcome both investigators on her evidence lab.

-Sup Marcy. Got news to us?

-Well, I do. Like you expected, it the same type of blade: the same shape, composition and length.

-Are you sure? It’s the same used on the dogs and the homeless?

-Hard to miss it, a thin 25 centimeters, high quality carbon steel blade. See not the kind of knife you see much around here; or there, or anywhere. Damn, this shit is so expensive no one uses it to actually chop and stab people, its something you see in heavy industries. I asked the boys to run a search with military manufactors and specialized black-smiths. None actually in this country, but they all mail shit like this world wide.

-And?

-Most of them told us to fuck off, so we will need a judge to issue a warrant to be sent by mail to another judge on another country, who will consider the evidences, and if he feel like it, issue a new warrant to make those guys send us piles of sales files. Will take probably three to eight months.

-Great. Local traders?

-As stated before, shit is expensive as fuck. So a deal like that would appear on the records, even if made through importation law’s holes. Most guys are afraid of an investigation, so they are helping us in anyway they can. Obviously they are hiding lots of shit from us, but none involving a master-crafted blade.

-Fine, society helping fight crime once more.

-Yep, also our guy is 1,80 to 1,85 tall. Very strong, precise as hell and with a outstanding knowledge of human, and canine anatomy.

-Why so sure it’s a guy?

-Sweat. DNA still running, but we found enough testosterone to say is a guy. Also this guy is insanely strong. The hilt of the knife crushed a couple of the victim’s vertebras, not that it would matter.

-You say insanely strong?

-Yep, even with a knife that good, stabbing  through someone’s bones, and swiftly taking the blade off the body causing minimal damages to skin and muscle isn’t something a normal med student would manage to do. Also we had plenty of sawdust, extremely thin sawdust.

-So he is a medic who pulls weigh and work making wooden chairs. It sure helps!

-Shut up Sammy. Sawdust this thin is probably from everyone’s favorite home infestation, termites. As usual lab is checking to be sure.

-I heard you guys enhanced a video?

-Yesh, if you call a miracle “enhance”, we “enhanced” a video. Sick shit, guy is creepy and fast. Come and check it!

The girl open a tab on her computer and click on a video file. Even from a distance, the crime is visible.

-Now the fun part. Look at his face… Here!

-Goddamn!

-Shit! What in God’s name?!?

-A guy this “pretty” must be easy to find.

-If its not a mask.

Soon the investigators leave.

-Not very productive, but if we have DNA, things get easier as hell. But why you didn’t told Marcy about the “spiral pattern”?

-Why didn’t you, Josh?

-Hmm, Marcy is a nice girl, but she report anything and everything to her bosses. That’s how things work when you sleep half of your way up in the hierarchy.

-That’s sexist Josh. Only because we saw she blowing a couple of higher ups you think she only got her position due to sex?

-We? You are the paranoid one who tagged her for months.

-So true. But back to our case…

-Well Sammy, things got narrowed: Guy live in someplace filled with termites, is highly intelligent, male, very strong, have medical and veterinary back ground and… have that unique face.

-God, I told you, this city is fucked up. I should move to some small town where people don’t look like that, even if they are serial murderers.

-Guy love Jason and Leather face, work in our benefit if he isn’t using a mask, what I hope isn’t the case.

*

On the office of one the major city’s journals and intern knock on the editor’s door:

-Boss, I think you have some mail.

-brad, I know you are the intern, but you don have to bring me no damn coffe, no damn tea, no fucking lunch, nor mail. I have people to do that. What I need you to do is to help me to edit this journal. For the rest I could use even a trained chimp, here I need a real journalism professional and…

-But boss, you HAVE to look this…

He hands over the brown, unidentified envelope to his boss. Inside, several dozens of pictures. Murders. Very close and personal pictures, many pictures took during the murders, and not just after.

-Fuck. Call Fred. And jack. Fuck, call Everyone, including that wench, Kelly, do it now, say to them to be here in an hour or to find a new job. And damn, call our Lawyers too. And while you are at it, bring me some fucking coffee. Black, no sugar.

Inside a sheat of paper, a hand write letter:

“This is the One Hit Killer. His deeds are bounded to become legendary. Those pictures were sent to you, once we believe you will not bend to political pressure.

Signed

Hammer Head.”

*TO BE CONTINUED.