The wails of the sirens were gradually receding in the background and except the mechanical whirring of the medbots waiting for the crime scene to clear, one could not hear anything. Nhasa was the only person remaining in the crime scene, standing by the dead body, taking notes. The narrow street was filled with various vehicles, bots and officials, all waiting for the short man in the saffron jacket next to the corpse to complete his work. TimeCorp Server trucks, EMT ambulances, aqua-drone carriers, lawyers with their assistants were stationed all over the street where they could find some space, yet not a single civilian or an onlooker was in sight. The victim was, instead of lying down, in a kneeling position a couple of feet away from the edge of the street. A dark heavyset man with a square face and a prominent and long nose. His front teeth were crooked, jagged and protruding from his mouth at un-humanly angles that made them look like they were broken and about to fall off. His chest was shattered open from the middle, with bits of his ribcage and lungs hanging out. His heart had taken some of the impact, and one could clearly see the cut from where it spray-pumped out almost a gallon of blood. Nhasa could tell the victim was tall as with him standing next to the kneeling body, it was already scaling his shoulders.

AV, this is Nhasa. I am almost done with my observations. Can you release the C-files and the route details of the victim? It will help me complete my report.

A polite female voice replied;

Hello Nahasa, the C-files are classified. Please file a Cause for release form. Be advised that the time allocated for your investigations is almost over and due process will start in 3 minutes.

“Bloody bureaucracy!” muttered Nhasa. The fine loophole of thought and speech comes so handy. He quietly walked away towards a server truck crossing the ambulance. The Medbots rolled in and laid down the corpse on a stretcher. The stretcher slowly hovered up from the street onto the pavement towards the ambulance. The Fire departments aquadrone carriers were already rolling out, the lawyers were wrapping up their assistant gear and climbing into their cars. Nhasa walked towards what looked like the front of the truck and patiently placed his palm on a square panel in front of his face.

Something about this case was not adding up. The PD had already closed the case as of self defense homicide. But that was not enough for Timecorp. The C-threads too need to add up! And Nhasa was the perfect man for such assignments. A huge screen lit up in front of him with an array of options for him. He gently pushed the upload pending reports option. Although the process would take a split second, Nhasa was careful to make sure it went through. It was past noon and the brightness was reflecting his oval face on the screen. He took out a small banjo from his pocket, about the size of his thumb, and flicked his thumb across it. 20 feet above him, his car came hovering, waiting to pick him up. The screen displayed "UPLOAD COMPLETED." He pushed the rollback button on the screen. The Screen disappeared and the truck slowly started hovering vertically up into the air.

AV, Log me out.

Khart, pick me up.

Now he himself started hovering. A small circular door opened and sucked him into the car.

Khart, take me to Krilian.