Supremacy Games

1463 Grim Findings.

Felix and Ravager went straight to the squad's office after discovering their captain was there.

The room had shelves filled with records of cases, artifacts, and souvenirs from resolved incidents.

The dim light from a vintage lamp washed over Captain Charleson, seated behind a massive wooden desk. His eyes, always sharp, skimmed through a case file.

Felix cleared his throat, drawing the captain's attention. "Captain, I need your backing on Arion's case."

Captain Charleson glanced up, his expression unreadable. "That memory-wiped specter? Why?"

"Because this isn't an isolated incident. I am certain that there's an underground market where these spirits, with their memories and personalities wiped clean, are being sold off as servants," Felix explained.

Charleson leaned back, his eyes narrowed in focus. "That's a grave allegation. Do you have any proof?"

"We have Arion's master, willing to turn in the seller. It's an intricate web, and if we pull the right thread, the whole system might unravel," Felix replied.

Captain Charleson's eyebrows knitted in concern. "This could be a massive operation. Messing with spirits' memories and identities? It's against every code we stand for."

Felix leaned in, "Exactly, Captain. We must shut it down. Think about it. How many more Arions are out there, reduced to nothing more than empty shells for someone's dark pleasure?"

While Captain Charleson seemed in favor of supporting Felix, he didn't give him his word right away. He switched his focus to Ravager and ordered, "Spit it, What do you guys need from me?"

Ravager glanced at Felix before sighing deeply, "We kinda need the witness protection program to buy Arion master's help. He wouldn't come forward without it due to the strict contract he signed with the seller."

"I knew it." Captain Charleson gave them an irritated look, "You think I am foolish to keep risking my career and reputation to support your crazy actions?"

"I did it once in our previous mission, but don't make it a habit." He scolded.

Captain Charleson was righteous, but he wasn't dumb to keep putting his career in the hands of Felix.

Using the witness protection program implied breaking a contract willingly without any punishment involved.

to be justified through significant results and not many captains were bold enough

one of

Charleson began

to justice will do me more than just get a promotion. I might even be considered to run for the Department Chief position if he ever decided

Captian Charleson thought as he stared at Felix's nonchalant expression like his

take it and run my own investigation before using the witness program.' Captain Charleson decided to

everything you know and I will take it

Captain. We won't let

nodded in understanding and took off with the surprised Ravager behind him. When

know he will

due to his high ambition to climb the law enforcement department's ladder. As long as the risk was justified, he would most definitely take a leap of faith

"I see."

both of them were certain that he would accept

they expected, the moment Captain Charleson studied the file and met with Arion, he realized the seriousness involved and didn't hesitate to

to a meeting and began assigning them

check on the victim. You have permission to question

check what kind of information is in his possession. If

program, if not, we will find other ways to interrogate the

responsible for finding related cases or victims. The procedure imposed was to help anyone with lost memories to regain them and if they can't, give them a new identity. So, there must be some victims who

the others nodded in understanding. If it wasn't for Felix's knowledge about the fallen specters and his desire to find a big case, he would have followed the

once and not

when you find some decent

statement, everyone scattered outside of the

...

A few hours later...

Ravager were seen burying their heads deep in hundreds

chamber with towering shelves that had the musty smell of old paper and the weight of countless histories recorded

and crammed into every nook and cranny, some dating back hundreds of thousands of years if not

particles floated in the air, lit by the dim overhead

placed it

and the folder's

haunting image of a vacant-eyed spirit stared back at him from the case photograph,