I stare down at the dark streets below my apartment, behind me, a mixer of family old photo albums, hand-written journals and Jonah’s case files lay scattered across the coffee table. Like our parents, Jonah had always preferred paper, when it came to keeping records, over our modern tech, funny considering how good he’d been with computers. I glance down at the knife clutched in my hand, the only piece of evidence, that had been recovered from the cargo ship, I’d bothered to bring home with me. The gun had belonged to a soldier on board the ship, who had been knocked unconscious from behind so it’s little use, in tracking down my brothers killer. When I’d interrogated the soldiers, one of whose hand the this knife had been extracted from, …show more content…
But there’s something about the raid on the ship, it had almost seemed careless, like a last minute plan that had been thrown together. Nothing like their previous assaults. I frown, as something about the space of time between the last few entries pulls at something in the back of my mind. I sit up abruptly, and grab the file, and turn it back to the beginning. I read back through the entire file with renewed vigor, scrutinizing every entry, every photo, and every date, until something dawns on me. Up until the raid on the cargo ship, all the attacks or raids by the Rebels, have occurred every few months, expect for this last one. So what could have caused them to go so far off schedule? Then it hits me. The plague. Jonah told me the plague, hit the lower Bronze district the hardest. That has to be the reason, it’s the only thing that makes sense, and if that’s it then their operations have to be somewhere in Bronze. I jump up from my seat and start to call Cydni, when I realize how early it is. So I jump into the shower, when I’m finished I quickly dress in my new patrol uniform, then deciding I can’t wait any longer I call Cydni and tell her to met me at Commander Winters office in twenty minutes from