Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20180122052038/@comment-25389303-20180127105757

The Superintendent's face flushed with anger and embarressment at the accusations of incompetence, and Raiden's knowledge of the man's pride in his police force made him think that he would fire Nozomi right then and there. After several moments of frustrated silence, though, the old man's livid expression melted into one of dejection.

"Gah!" he muttered, slumping defeatedly in his chair. Raiden looked at him, then back to Nozomi and Lustra. From the looks they were giving the old man, he realised he'd have to play the angel's advocate for once.

"While you two were talking, I was actually looking through the earliest reports on my Tome," Raiden interjected, raising the large Scroll-like device from his lap. "At first I thought the number of crimes committed was ludicrous for a single person - let alone going unnoticed for so long. But I think I figured out the root of the problem..."

He turned the screen so that the other two could see. "Saying these reports are barebones would be a compliment. They're barely reports at all," he explained, cycling through several of the documents, each of which looked worryingly - and suspiciously - lacking in detail. "Hardly any of them seem to have been properly investigated. There was probably loads of evidence that was lost simply from not being looked for."

Raiden thought back to the time before the destruction of Beacon Academy, when a criminal named Roman Torchwick had practically robbed the entire kingdom of Dust, and for the most part had gotten away with it. Combined with the White Fang's ability to sneak into the kingdom in such force, the argument in favour of the force's competence was undeniably frail.

"That being said, I'm sure the Superintendent only meant to outline the case for us," he continued, giving his superior a reassuring nod. "No doubt we will learn more about our thief and their methods by questioning those who were on the case before us. A trip down to forensics would probably be in order as well."

He snapped the device shut and returned it to his briefcase. "As for the mafia, I imagine the police have informants who would report on incidences like this. I don't doubt that the groups in question are withholding information that could be useful in our investigation."

Hemingway gave Raiden an annoyed look, clearly not fond of having to be bailed out by someone so many years his junior, before giving a somewhat sarcastic round of applause.

"Well, it looks like the three of you have practically caught him already," he said with an icy tone. "I'm expecting some important visitors now, so I trust you lot can find the door."

"Oh, and Miss Chamberlain..." Turning, he sent a particularly threatening glare her way, the look on his face making it explicitly clear how he thought of the young woman. "Speak about the department that way again, and consider what little freedom you have left forfeit. Now get out."