"Katari, its late. Go to bed already!"
I slammed my hand on the desk - how was I meant to concentrate when everyone around me was going on about the stupid week-end? It was pointless. The only reason I chose to work in the FBI was that I would be able to work 24/7 - but not even that happens.
"Get a life!" I shouted down the corridoor, my eyes never leaving the computer, my fingers searching over the keys for the right code to allow unlimited access to the Swedish Intelligience site.
Again the screen flashed red.
"Damn you!" I screamed. I buried my head in my hands. Nothing was the same now that there were no good cases around. Every day it was always the same, trying to get into the heads of super criminals - finding out why they killed, if there was a pattern in the killings - but there had never been a good case. It got so repetitive.
"Matsuri, I need another coffee!"
I leaned back in my chair and flicked on the television. The news was on - something I never really bothered to listen to. I was about to change chanels when something caught my eye.
TAKAMURA KILLED ON LIVE TELEVISION BY FREAK ACCIDENT.
This seemed familiar - another such case had been reported a short while ago with almost exactly the same cause of death. This seemed interesting - well, it gave me something else to do other than hack into foreign sites. I opened up a new screen and began to type.
Date: 12/3/09
Assignment: Possible murder pattern
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