Ikanser could only say that the last days had been a nightmare for him and his team and a bigger nightmare was Mr. Holmes.
Due to what happened last Thursday they had had to use a sealed artifact to change the memories of the people on the street, and not even 5 days had passed when Mr. Holmes had done a bigger number in East Borough.
He had single-handedly wiped out more than half of an entire gang and not satisfied with that he had destroyed their base and killed the leader with his beyonder powers.
He had done it in the eyes of a huge number of people and when they had arrived to contain the incident it was already too late, the word of what happened had already spread too much and they could not change the memory of so many people in such a short time.
They could only try to contain this in another way and to not let the press does get the juiciest details, they had to use their contacts to make it happen.
'I can't even ask the mirror Arrodes for help because he refuses to give any information about this man,' thought Ikanser with great regret.
He could not use the object that despite having brought him so many uncomfortable moments that made him want to be buried alive it also had helped him so much, multiple jobs that would have taken weeks or even months had been finished just by asking a question to the mirror.
'And now he refuses to talk about the most troublesome and unknown...'
While thinking that he grabbed a card from his table and read it again.
-Your time to live doing atrocities and harming people has come to an end.
Sincerely: James Holmes-
These cards had been writen by hand but again no matter what divination medium they used they couldn't come up with anything.
Of these cards there were many, all the bodies they found that had been murdered by Mr. Holmes, each one had a maximum of one of these cards on them.
'So this is your full name?Or the fake name you go by? James Holmes?' Ikanser thought in frustration as he replaced the card on the table.
'Who are you supposed to be? A hero who seeks what is right? Or a madman who kills in a false sense of justice?'
Ikanser couldn't spend much more time with his thoughts because someone knocked on his office door and after giving permission to enter, Skiper entered.
"What's going on, Skiper, is there new information regarding James Holmes?" he ask with a raised eyebrow.
"No captain, the Nighthawks team has already arrived" Skiper shook his head and also announced.
Nodding at Skiper's words, Ikanser pulled out a mirror from a drawer in his desk and after trying to fix his hair even though it was impossible he finally got up from his seat.
"Come on"...
...
Inside a poker room there was a large group of people, but the first thing Ikanser saw upon entering was a familiar face that brought a smile to his face.
"Welcome Mr. Watson"
"Ikanser, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Watson" was the somewhat artful response from the Nighthawks who could only raise a hand to his forehead.
And Ikanser only let out a smile but then his face turned serious.
"Were you able to read all the information I sent you?"
Watson also became serious and nodded before taking out a rather thick document from his vest.
"I managed to read it all and this James Holmes is undoubtedly very skilled .."
"That ability of his to interfere with divination is unique, it's the first time I've come across something like that" Watson could only sigh as he took off his hat and scratched his head.
"The fact that we only know his 'name' is because he sent us a business card is already ridiculous"
'Tell us, we spent the whole afternoon and night of Saturday looking for the bodies and cards,' Skiper thought with a trembling eyebrow as he remembered where he had to go.
Ikanser only nodded to Watson's words and also asked a question.
"Any results from your end?"
Asked by Watson and his team, they became somewhat uncomfortable and one even pretended to cough.
Steeling himself, Watson spoke while adjusting his shirt collar.
"We have not obtained anything, it seems that their area of operation is more in the East Borough"
'If this continues like this, I'll only be able to get Alicia and Kevin out of protection work early...' he thought.
"From what we know about him is that he is someone who loves to provoke his enemies and he doesn't care who they are, he also doesn't mind using his powers in front of normal people"added Ikanser as he went to a blackboard.
"We also know that he doesn't like gangs and people who do bad things at all, you just have to look at what he did to Edgar Munich to know that," Ikanser also added.
On the blackboard was the complete map of the East Borough and also had numerous colored marks and circles of various sizes.
Grabbing a stick, Ikanser began to point out the colored markings.
"These marks are all the places we found the bodies of Creed members and these circles are the last areas where he was last seen..."
Her steps, even though she was trying to mask it, were still somewhat anxious, so taking a breath she stopped for a moment and adjusted the scarf around her neck after that she continued her walk in the dark alleys.
But as she arrived at the meeting point, she couldn't help but remember what she had read in the newspaper a few days ago.
...
.. .
-Explosion at Backlund Bridge-
On Friday morning, after having returned to buy some things and finish her breakfast, Xio was sitting with a cup of coffee in hand reading the newspaper.
_On Thursday morning at the Backlund Bridge a large explosion destroyed the roofs of several residential buildings and destroyed a carriage killing the horses at the same time, according to the authorities it was due to a gas leak that ignited, it is estimated that the repair of all the damage will be around 900 pounds..._
'~Explosion~, of course..' Xio thought as she took a sip of her coffee while sitting down reading the newspaper and on the other side was Fors who had just entered the kitchen with messy hair and was having a very late breakfast.
"You have to improve your sleep time Fors" Xio scolded Fors who seemed to move while still sleeping.
"Yes yes yes mom" answered Fors sleepily while taking a bit of bread to her mouth.
Shaking her head, Xio continued reading the newspaper and as soon as she turned to the next page, her hand that was raising the cup of coffee to her mouth stopped.
In the announcements section there was one extremely striking since it even included a drawing.
-Any information is wanted related to a man called Mr. Holmes, he always wears a black windbreaker and a mask whose eyes and mouth seem to be in an eternal scream, any information will be rewarded with 50 pounds...information must be delivered in the Lucky Bar...-
The drawing was the appearance of Mr. Holmes although it was somewhat inaccurate, Mr. Holmes was not that thin and he also had a strong posture but it was enough for her to confirm that it was her "coworker".
Placing the cup on the table and placing the newspaper on her lap, Xio frowned.
'Mr. Holmes, what did you do now...' Xio thought and due to the posture she had, she caught the attention of the sleepy Fors who spoke to her.
"Is something wrong Xio?" Sighing Xio just grabbed the newspaper and showed her the picture of the man.
"I would like to talk to you about something..."
.....
Fors was as usually lying face down on the sofa as if she were a dead fish.
"Fors get up tell me have you found any information about your formula?"
Xio asked her friend as she held today's newspaper in her hands.
"There's nothing Xio I don't know what to do anymore" Fors answered without raising her head making Xio frown in concern.
"We will find it, trust me" Xio said as she sat on a chair and opened the newspaper.
She had been looking for information about Mr. A's party since one was not held last week but she found something else that caught her attention being the head of it.
-THE CREED FELL AND THE FIRE MAGE OF EAST BOROUGH-
The more she read, the more her eyes trembled and her pupils trembled.
_Yesterday on the afternoon of Saturday, July 7 in East Borough at 5:20 p.m. an event never seen before happened, the well-known gang The Creed has been destroyed by a single man, the man who calls himself Mr. Holmes hunted down the members of the Creed during the day, managing to kill more than half of them and not satisfied with that, he destroyed the gang's base and burned the gang leader alive in front of the eyes of the public, it is unknown how..._
'What is this?!!' she thought alarmed the more she read and getting up abruptly from the chair drawing the attention of Fors who finally raised her head from the pillow and looked at her friend.
"What's wrong Xio?" she asked as she scratched her eyes trying to get rid of the sleepeness.
Xio didn't speak but threw the newspaper in her friend's face so she could see for herself.
Removing the newspaper from her face, Fors began to read and she had a more striking reaction than Xio's.
"XIO THIS WOULDN'T BE THE MAN YOU WORK WITH TO CATCH THE BLACK SKULL LEADER." Fors yelled at her friend as she pointed to a sketch of what Mr. Holmes looked like while on the roof in the newspaper.
Frowning, Xio nodded as she raised a hand to her head.
"It's him, I can't believe he did something like that..." Xio replied.
...
Returning to the present, Xio adjusted her scarf again as she reached the meeting point and there was the man in question.
Leaning against the alley wall with his arms crossed and looking up at the cloudy sky.
Mr. Holmes as always was dressed in the same clothes that she read in the newspapers and she could not but raise her eyebrows in doubt.
'Doesn't he care that he may get caught for not changing his clothes?' Before she could continue thinking, Mr. Holmes stopped looking at the clouds and looked at her with that gloomy mask.
"You arrive a little later than agreed, miss, and I already thought that you abandoned me" the man's voice continued with that provocative tone that made Xio's veins throb, but using her training as a noble and knight she maintained a cold mind.
"Looks like you've been busy for the last week Mr. Holmes" Xio spoke causing the man to let out a dark laugh.
"Don't worry miss, I was just getting rid the trash..."