༒The Assassin༒

Chapter 1

"words" - the character is talking.
'words' - the character is thinking.

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Gon's POV

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"Sir, you are under arrest," I stated, hand-cuffing the man that I had pressed against his car.

"What? Why?!" The man shrieked, trying to loosen out of my grip. My partner, Retz, had to help me hold him down by putting weight on his back as I cuffed him.

"You know exactly why," I sighed, finally clicking the cuffs around his wrists. "The LAPD has enough evidence to send you to jail for the murder of Komugi. I'm sure you know her, yes?" I pulled the man up from the car once the hand-cuffs were shut tight around the mans wrists.

The man only scoffed. "I'm not telling you anything without my lawyer," the man mumbled. I rolled my eyes and opened the car door in the back seat and pushed the guy in there. 'I really should've expected that. They always ask for a lawyer.' Once he was in there, I slammed the door shut and turned to face Retz who had a proud smirk.

"Aaaaaand another criminal caught!" She cheered, putting her hands on her hips in satisfaction. "We're such a great duo," she added, giving me a warm smile. I returned her warm smile and nodded my head in agreement.

"We should head back," I said to Retz, who gave me a thumbs up and skipped along to the other side of the car. I opened the door for the driver seat and sat in. I took out my keys and inserted them into the key hole and turned them to the right, making the car engine start. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and turned on the AC to cool myself off. 'Man, this job is so difficult.'

Once Retz got in the car and closed her door, I started to drive the car back into the station. I eventually had to turn on the radio slightly to block the complaints from the man in the back. It didn't work though since he only screamed louder.

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At the station.

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I sighed in relief when we finally pulled in by the front of the station. 'Hopefully he'll shut up now that we're here.' I turned the keys to stop the car pulled them out quickly, shoving them into my pocket. I opened my door and stepped out of the vehicle, stretching my arms up from the cramped car ride. I took a breath from the fresh air and let out a sigh while Retz got the man from the car. She headed inside while I leaned on the front of the car, digging in my pocket.

I took out a pack of weed that I carry around with me and took one out, putting the rest of them back into my pocket. I then took out the lighter that was also in my pocket (Gon's pockets carry literally everything) and lit the cigarette I had in my hand. I used two fingers to place it in my mouth and I began smoking, since it was the only thing that kept me sane during this crazy-ass job.

'God I needed this.' I continued to smoke for a while, enjoying the break while I still could. The most annoying part about this job was that the crimes come out of nowhere when you least expect it, so it wasn't like I had a schedule where it's like "two-hour investigation" and then "thirty-minute lunch break." I just had to trust the process and hope that'd the serial killer would spare their victim until I ate my lunch. Preferably, not kill them at all, but then I wouldn't have my job if it worked like that. I ended up standing there for five minutes, zoning off, when suddenly another car pulled in which had a man in it as well. (NO SHIT GON, THE CAR DOESNT DRIVE ON ITS OWN-) I examined the car for I didn't recognize it. The man finally stepped out, and I took the time I had to get a good look at him.

He seemed very old and he had an suit on. He also had glasses which made him look like a nerd, causing me to snicker to myself. This made him glance at my direction and I immediately turned my head to face the wall, staring at it as if I was never looking. I only continued to smoke the rest of the cigarette while the man finally took his focus off of me and walked inside. 'He looks like a lawyer... oh, right, the guy from earlier - it's probably his lawyer.'