Detective Denzy stood up and asked his team at the background. “Do we have the back clip of the warehouse?” There was no response, they must’ve not heard him. He repeated himself, much louder.

“No, sir,” a voice replied. “The surveillance was only at the main entrance, at the front.”

“Okay,” Denzy nodded, eyes at the woman in the car and at the front gates. The freight so visible on her face, her lie about getting through the back. Denzy put two and two together. He was no amateur sleuth; he’d been on the job for over 22 years. However it needed no speciality near his (some of it being the intense training he aced on how he to assess such CCTV footages of this type) to figure out that the mysterious male caller had been to the warehouse before.

And the lie of the girl was due to the fear of him, a lie to cover up her mistake, the mistake which resulted to her being caught so visibly by the cameras. Or else if she had entered through at the back like the male caller had instructed her to — Denzy having a strong guess that there was such an instruction, an important one — then there wouldn’t be any lead as to how the bombs occured. Turns out they had been delivered.

Denzy saw the first box she held as he pressed play. She walked through him from the trunk, airpods in the ears. She disappeared in the darkness to get in the warehouse. Some time later — about 5 minutes — she came out with some Asian men behind her. Denzy listened to her as she pulled off the airpods and spoke on the phone: “they are taking the rest of the boxes. Yes. Trunk is empty.”

A moment passed, then she said. “Can I ask you something?” Denzy awaited the question but she never inquired. “Promise you won’t be mad.”

“As fast…as fast as I can, why?” She spoke with such panic. She looked up at the cameras one last time, with a face of someone who’s about to cry. She slipped inside the hovercar and flew ahead in a speed of a motor racer; could’ve crashed the fence gate if it didnt roll open in time.

Then that’s when it happened. The explosion. Blowing up everything. Denzy thought briefly about the Chinese men, all of them inside there. He looked down and shook his head, hit the End button the hologram footage vanished. He was now in an empty room.

“Have we ID’d her yet?” He asked. “I’d like to see.”

“Coming right up.”

There was a ping sound in his tablet. He took it out and checked it. The team had sent the girl’s profile along with her info. The screen showed:

Age: 23 year old.

Gender: female.

Born: 10/07/2053.

Occupation: a law student at Braxton College.

Marital status: single.

Name and surname: Azania Caulifield.

On this photo she looked the way she had appeared on the hologram footage: big brown eyes and that maroon long hair, face shaped in a perfect circle.

Denzy shook his head and smiled; shook his head because this girl was so young and pretty she would never look anything like that behind bars in a prison overall. Future is wasted. He smiled becuase he had been stressed about the bombing, but now the case looked as good as solved; the girl will undoubtedly lead them to that male caller and it would be another good day at the office for Detective Denzy. He smiled again.

“Call the seargent. Tell him to ring up the girl,” he told his team.