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Chapter 5  August 11, Monday  11:30 am  At first, Micheal thought it was a joke.  A detective? That too when all the Fbi agents are there? "Very well Micheal, even though I'm 'amused' by how you found it out," Bryan said. "It also answers a lot of answers." He looked down at one of the forensic agent packaging the gun. "I'm not so pleased to say that you won't find fingerprints there because.." Bryan walked near the 'L' in the Hollywood sign and pointed to the ground. "our attacker is smart." there lay a Glove. It was soaked. "Rubbed Alcohol soaked in water." It doesn't leave any fingerprints on the gun, or the glove. " He said. "Can I ask you a very logical question? Wouldn't somebody hear the gunshot?' Martin asked. "Good question, but I got a logical answer for you too. The Revolver is loaded with a silencer, and I hoped you would have realized that." Martin studied the grou...

Chapter 4  August 11, Monday  11:15 am  29 minutes later, The Subaru reached Mount Lee, the scene of the crime. Since it was so steep, Micheal parked the Subaru on Mount Lee Dr and started climbing the mountain with Paul and Martin. One thing he noticed is that a lot of police cars were parked outside. Like a LOT. After 2 minutes, Paul stopped, saying he can't walk anymore. Martin tried to talk some sense into him by saying they were just 30 meters. This angered Paul and as usual, both of them started fighting. Micheal left the two nut heads to continue the climb up. After half an hour, he reached the scene, where it was so crowded he had to try and push myself in. Suddenly, a thick arm pulled him inside to the front. It was director Oliver Doucun. He pulled the boy inside the scene, where Micheal saw the body for the first time. He knelt down. The man lay in a vertical posture, which had a lot of blood, especially in the chest area. Paul and Martin joined a few minutes l...

 Chapter 3 August 11, Monday 10:46 am Seeing No choice but accept The Director's orders, Michel wheeled around back to his room. Changing his Brown Jacket, he wore the FBI jacket and hurried to his car outside. Sitting inside the Black Subaru, he heard his phone ring again. It was Paul. "Hey Michel, heard the news? Of course you did, stupid question. Bad thing the Lieutenant died, innit'? Good man he was, hope he is in a better place now. But The Director said that You're picking me so... Are you picking me? And are you picking me first and then Martin or the other way around? And also.." Paul was going to rant on, but Micheal stopped him before he went to far. "Yes Paul, I heard the news and yes, I am picking you first and yes The Lieutenant is in a better place, Okay? Now I gotta drive to your place so be ready while I come ok?" Micheal cut the call and turned the car to W. Olympic Blvd. While waiting in the roundabout, He thought of the coincidence of...

 Chapter 2  August 11, Monday  9:46 am  Micheal Everest woke up with a start. He looked at the alarm on his bedside table. "9:46" it read. He got up and did a quick shower. He had witnessed a strange dream. He saw Lieutenant John Mathews get murdered. Micheal got into his undercover clothes. An FBI agent at the age of 23, he is the youngest agent to get the job. He got a tip that there was an illegal dealership in Los Angelos and was currently staying in the Ritz-Carlton hotel. As he took his keys, his phone buzzed. "Hello?" "Morning, Mr.Everest." came the deep voice of Oliver Doucun, the director. "M-M-Morning Sir." stammered Micheal. He didn't know why, but whenever he spoke to The Director, he automatically became a bumbling baboon. "Hope you have reached there," said Oliver. "Where sir? Because I still have no idea doesn't have clue about the dealership's location," replied Micheal, pressing the elevator's ...

Chapter 1  August 10, Sunday, 12:42  John Mathews stumbled on the rocks in Mount Lee, his breaths taken away. He saw a small shack from which small amounts of lights were produced.  He was so tired that he couldn't even walk anymore. He sat down beside the Hollywood sign. Suddenly, he became aware of a person staring at him. Becoming alert at once, he tried to locate the person. With nobody in his sight, he started walking again. Then, all of the sudden, a person gripped him around the neck tightly. Struggling to breathe, he tried to dislocate the hand, but the left hand of the mysterious attacker produced a revolver. "Good evening John." A deep voice spoke so suddenly that 35-year-old John stopped. The revolver went deep inside his spinal cord. "Now, now, John, whatever you do, you can't possibly escape before you run out of breath." Hissed the attacker. He pushed John to the iron "L" of the enormous sign. "Where is it?" "I don'...