"Sure, fly away and leave the amazon to me! No problem at all, Icarus!" an exhausted Ozzy Baxter said to himself as he walked up the stairs of the luxurious building, while carrying the now uncouncious female warrior on his back. "I'll just... I'll just carry her all the to the penthouse. What's that? You'll bring her back into your merry shadowland and take her up there in a second, Gaunt? Oh, don't worry... what's good old Ozzy here for, if not... carrying warriors up stairs...?"

Ten more painful steps later, Ozzy reached one of the rests on every floor. He stopped for a second to wipe the drops of sweat off his brow, and saw the door marked '13' in front of him.

"...I'm such a dumbass..."

Ozzy opened the door and walked to the other side, where not one but two elevators awaited him. He took the one on the left and was glad to see it was empty.

"Penthouse, please," he said as he twirled around inside the elevator, making the warrior's pointy nose hit the button marked 'P'. "Thank you, ma'am."

As the elevator started moving upwards, Ozzy noticed something weird on the floor: a tiny red drop.

"You don't think..." he said to his voluptuous and silent new friend as he bent over to take a closer look. "You're right, that IS blood! How come nobody...? Right, we took the other elevator," he added, nodding. "Hmmm..."

The classic 'PING!' of the elevator sounded and the door slided open, but not on the penthouse. The number above the elevator was a lone 1.

Ozzy let the female warrior on his back drop on the elevator floor. "Sorry, sister, but I gotta look into this..." he walked out into the lobby with his head low, carefully inspecting the crimson ceramic under him for other drops of blood...

*******

"Did any of you see this?" Icarus loudly said, interrupting whatever exchange of theories Adem and Ian might have been having. He was carefully holding a folded piece of paper from one of its corners with the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

"Can I see it?" Adem asked. Icarus handed him the paper with extreme care. Adem looked at it:



"Where did you find this?" Adem asked.

"Little table near the entrance, on top of all the mail. Doesn't seem too suspicious, but I figured it could mean something," Icarus answered. "I watch CSI, you know."

"I noticed," Adem replied.

"Both Marshall and Foxe have just contacted me," Gaunt suddenly said, taking everyone by surprise, as if they'd forgotten he was in the room. "They haven't found anything unusual on the victim or her deceased parents yet. They weren't involved in anything illegal, it seems..."

"...I think we're done with the body for now, Adem," Ian McGregor said, getting up from his crouched position next to the victim. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go wash my quite literally bloody hands... It looks like I've been naughty with Nurse Piper in one of those days again..."

"DOCTOR!!!" the nurse yelled in horror and disgust. She looked at Gaunt, standing next to her. "He's lying."

As McGregor walked next to the entrance door, a triple knock on it took him by surprise and almost makes him lose his balance. "Holy shit, the coppers!" he grabbed a small bag of substance resembling oregano from his jacket's pocket and threw it at Icarus, who grabbed it on reflex.

"HEY!" the pilot yelled.

"It's Baxter..." Gaunt said, letting out a long sigh.

"Oh." McGregor calmed down and opened the door.

"Hello, team..." Ozzy said, "look what I just found!" He was holding an unusually big metallic hammer almost covered in blood and wrapped in a white sheet.

Adem immediately stood up and approached him to examine the new evidence. "Where...?"

"Trash container in the basement."

"How...?"

Ozzy grinned and shrugged. "What can I say? Looks like you've got competition, pal..."

Icarus walked and stood in front of him. "Then please tell us, dear Sherlock," he said, making his words last as much as he could to enjoy the moment, "where's the big black warrior chick?"

Ozzy slapped himself in the forehead and tightly closed his eyes.

"...I'm such a dumbass..."