An ominous glow from a desk top monitor reflected off the detectives face outlining some of his more haggard features while he scrolled through the pages the screen displayed. Smoke rose from the cigarette that rested between the middle and index finger of his right hand which sat firmly upon the computers mouse.

  Smoke spread through the air around the man as he scrolled through various paragraphs. These were cases that had for lack of a better word gone cold, and were marked unsolved, something which never set well with the detective. Suddenly the phone which rested nearby the key board on his desk began ringing. Clearing his throat a bit as he picked it up he spoke, "Hello? This is Detective Montana." he muttered into the reciever only to nod hearing the familiar voice of the chief of police on the other end.

  The detective blinked somewhat before giving a sleight nod, "Yes sir.. Right away." He replied before hanging up the phone and shaking his hand in pain, as his cigarette had burned all the way down to his fingers. Putting the butt in the well over stuffed ash tray nearby he rose from his wooden wheelie chair. He grabbed his coat which was draped over the back of the chair and headed for the door being sure to lock it behind him.

  Leaving the building his office was located in the detective made his way out to his car which hardly seemed like a police issued vehicle. It was an old muscle car of some sort however the details of that aren't very important. Getting into the driver seat, the detective started the vehicle and pulled out. After about twenty minutes of driving through random traffic he eventualy came to a stop, pulling up outside his destination, the city morgue.

  Walking in the detective looked around spotting the chief of police and walked over to him, "Hey Sean, you called?" the detective spoke getting his attention as he walked under the caution tape. The Chief looked at the detective scratching his head somewhat, "Craziest thing I ever heard Montana, either someone broke in here and stole a body or... It got up and broke out." The rather gruff looking man stroked his beard, "I don't know what to make of it..."

  Montana lifted an eyebrow at the Chief's statement, before simply looking around at the broken glass door. "Hmm... Have you checked where they keep the bodies yet?" He asked his hands resting in his pockets as he scanned the area for any available evidence, "Also, the "body" in question what's it's name?"

  The chief nodded somewhat showing Montana to the scene, "Yeah his name is Jory Kruschnykev, he was raised in a small suburb nearby before moving to the city to find work." He explained as Montana nodded somewhat looking around the drawer Jory was placed in which was now taped off. "The only people he seemed to associate himself with were his foster parents as well as his girlfriend, Isabelle. All three of which were devastated when they heard the news. The girlfriend taking it especially hard though she had turned down any offers for therapy or anything like that."

  As the chief spoke Montana glanced around the room stroking his chin, "Hmm... When did this take place?" Montana asked curiously looking over to the chief folding an arm over his chest. The chief shrugged a bit, "A couple hours ag..." The chief began before quickly being cut off by his radio, "Hq, we have gun shot's and explosions at an apartment building over on Spruce Boulevard..." The chief lifted an eyebrow at the call, as did Montana.

  "Chief take that call Spruce is only a few streets down!" Montana exclaimed grabbing the chief and pretty much dragging him to his car. "Hey woah we can take my car!" The chief cried, but by that time he was already in the passenger seat and Montana starting it up. Soon he peeled tire before suddenly taking off in a hurry. "What's your problem?! Are you trying to get us killed!?" The chief shouted.

  Montana shifted, "It's obvious isn't it? A couple hours ago theres a break in at the morgue now theres a sudden fire fight complete with bombs a few streets away.. Which could mean that someone actually did break into the morgue and further more they possibly did it to fake a death..", He explained reaching out of his window placing a siren on his roof causing cars to get out of his way as he sped, "But... That doesn't explain why the glass of the door was smashed outwards and not inwards, unless the perps were already in the building from before it closed..."

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  The chief grew wide eyed, "Well... That is a rather good theory...", He replied seeming somewhat astounded as Montana chuckled a bit, "Good, my other idea would of landed me in a padded room...", He replied before skidding to a stop and immediately drawing his pistol. There was a quick, "Were here...", From Montana before he burst out of the car spotting someone running down an alleyway away from a thoroughly destroyed box truck. "Chief check the building find out what you can!", Montana shouted before bursting into a run after the man which took off down the alley.

  He had to focus on what was happening then, "Stop police!", He shouted after the man who only seemed to run faster. "Jesus what is this guy on?", Montana asked himself pushing to run faster. "Gah, I'll lose him if I keep this up...", He thought before spotting a trash can ahead of the man he was chasing. Taking aim Montana quickly fired a few shot's, shocking the perp for one as well as knocking a garbage can in front of him causing him to stumble where Montana would leap grabbing the man and slamming him back against the wall of the alley. "I said! ....", He paused looking at the mans face and erie white hair, "I.. Know you from somewhere...", He muttered before suddenly feeling an impact to his jaw sending his whole body into a spin and to the ground. Just like that the white haired man was off running again leaving one question lingering in Montana's mind as he began to fall unconcious, "Who... Are you?"

  About a half hour passed before Montana awoke jolting to his feet, "Damn.. The guy got away...", Walking tiredly back to the scene of the crime he met with the police chief once again, "Well we see why your not on the beat anymore Montanna..", The chief exclaimed folding his arms across his chest. Motanna lifted an annoyed eyebrow, "Shut it old man...", Montanna muttered looking up to the apartment complex seeing there were still small clouds of smoke escaping from the destroyed side of the building, "Anyone check out of the building yet?" Montanna asked curiously.

  The chief nodded a bit, "Yeh we didn't find much though other then the apartment belonged to our dead guy Jory.", Montanna's eye's grew wide as he thought back to the man who had run away and stroked his chin somewhat, "Possibly that man who run off?", The chief continued. Montanna shook his head somewhat, "That's impossible, Jory Kruschynkev was declared dead yesterday..." The chief slouched somewhat disappointed feeling the case going cold. "Well.. If that's the case the police force doesn't have time to be chasing ghost's... This is all you Detective...", The chief explained before there was another call over their radio's causing a good bit of the force to leave that area though there were two or so who had stayed behind to investigate.

  By this point Montanna had made his way into the apartment complex and went to the room where the explosion had taken place. Looking at the door to the apartment closely Montanna could tell that it had been kicked in, though upon further investigation he lifted an eyebrow slowly pieceing together what had taken place in his mind before one of the boy's in blue followed after him, "Well detective what do you think happened here?" He asked curiously. Montanna simply smirked looking over his shoulder at the man, "Well, Officer it's rather obvious in my mind..." The detective replied pulling out a small note pad and jotting something down inside of it.