Blog 6 Topic 7 Chapter 6 Detective albert brown Back to last case

 

Blog 6

Topic 7

Chapter 6

Detective albert brown

Back to last case

Detective Albert Brown reached out to Tom, instructing him to launch an exhaustive search for any past criminal we had clashed with who might still be breathing. We needed to know if there was a high chance that any of our old adversaries were still alive. However, the reports were grim: the President, that 14-year-old boy, his friend, and GT—they were all confirmed dead. No one had survived. Sandy watched me pace and offered a piece of grounded advice. He told me that if I truly knew a criminal, I should know every single step they had ever taken. He suggested that if I hadn't met the specific perpetrator yet, I needed to bury myself in the files and study every maneuver the officers made while hunting them down.

Sandy’s idea was the spark I needed. Raphael brought me the archives, a staggering collection of 230 files detailing every criminal we and our allies had ever encountered. I sat down and began to dissect them, looking for patterns in how they hid, how they calculated their moves, and where they eventually slipped up. I started at 9:00 PM, and by 10:00 AM the following morning, I was still reading, my eyes burning from the dim light. I hadn't found a single lead. Tony walked in to check on my progress, sitting heavily as I explained my exhaustive search. He watched me for a moment and said that seeing me like this reminded him of his son, who was very much alive and shared my habit of over-analyzing every detail before making a move to ensure success.

Jason, sitting nearby in his wheelchair, chimed in with a memory of Tommy Rogers. He recounted how, before the final confrontation with Hector, Tommy had created a massive chart of every possible outcome. He didn't stop at the first layer; he mapped out the outcomes of those outcomes, eventually charting 1,089 different possibilities. Out of all of them, only one led to victory—and it required Tommy to give up his own life so his men could finally take Hector down. Jason mentioned that Tommy had an entire room dedicated to these calculations in a huge apartment nearby, and since I was hitting a wall, we decided to go there.

The room was overwhelming. It was filled with predictions about what would happen after Tommy's death, including a diary that logged a staggering 403,457 predictions. It was the ultimate resource to make my work easier. I sat in that room, surrounded by the others, and began to analyze the data. I started writing frantically, adding more outcomes and calculating new probabilities. My mind raced through "what if" scenarios: what if the President had never died? What if that 14-year-old boy had succeeded in killing us all? What if GT had survived? What if Scar had never been born, or if Tony had never given Sese Hang a chance? I questioned everything, even wondering what would have happened if Jason was never shot, or if I had never arrived here at all.

Tony and Jason watched me with growing concern while Chris looked on in total shock. Sandy and Tom clearly thought I had lost my mind. I kept writing until the sweat poured off my face and body. My throat was parched, my eyes were bloodshot, and my hands shook with exhaustion. I burned through three pens in a matter of hours, filling every inch of that 500-page diary in a single day. I pushed the logic to its absolute limit until there were no more predictions left to make. I finally looked up at the group. Tony stepped toward me, placing a hand on my shoulder and telling me not to worry, that sometimes we just fail.

I looked at him and smiled, then began to laugh. The sound shocked them all. I stood up, my voice steady despite the fatigue, and revealed the truth. Stephen Cavil never actually killed that man; no one died during that encounter. Jason’s eyes went wide with disbelief. I continued, revealing the biggest secret of all: GT was still alive. Everyone stood frozen in total shock as I explained that GT had sent a lookalike to that scene, and the person Stephen killed was merely a double. Just then, someone began to clap from the shadows behind us. A voice said, "Good job, Albert. I'm proud of you." We turned to see the encounter specialist officer himself, Stephen Cavil.

TO BE CONTINUED………