Damian

3rd person pov

three series of knocks echo through the empty house as the door knocker hit the wooden door, muffled voices can be heard from outside as the two men argued on whether the man they came to meet was in or not.

Trying again they clanged the metal on the door to alert anyone in there of their presence the second time incase the first wasn't heard. A quiet sound of footsteps coming from inside stopped their upcoming assault on the door.

     Damian stood in front of main door to his house ,clad in only a bathrobe as he had just got out from the shower. A look of annoyance on his face because he was not expecting anyone to visit today but had an inclination on who might be at his door, they had always paid him impromptu visits throughout the months since the incident a year ago.

Opening the door to reveal 2 cops standing on his doorstep the look of annoyance already plastered on his face deepened at the nervous and defensive stance the officers had taken on seeing him at the door eyes scanning him as if appraising an opponent before a fight with hands at their holster.

Crossing his hands in front of himself bigger his chest puffed out and his biceps bulged he leveled his gaze with theirs to show that he wasn't ruffled by their position and though they might be armed ,fear was not on his agenda.

"To what do I owe this visit gentlemen "

   Clearing their throat the two officers regained their composure craning their neck a bit to look at the man they were visiting, he was a fine specimen  too bad bad stuff came in pretty packages .

The officer by the left spoke up first

" hi am lieutenant Bradley and this is my partner Howard " he said pointing to his partner "are you mr. Damian Kingston "  he asked

"Yes I am " Damian replies almost snorting at the question, everyone in this  town knew him whether personally or from stories weaved about him.

"Well mr. Kingston detective Rogers have required your presence in the station"

" what for " Damian asks an eyebrow raised at the strange summoning

"We don't have the details but he said its something important and would be of great interest to you".

" yeah sure will do, thank you for you time officer Bradley" damian retreats to shut the door but officer Bradley's hand shooting out halts his action

" officer Bradley if you wanted to lose your fingers you could have just asked " Bradley winces but states his reason

" detective Rogers says you should come before noon his schedule is rather full"

"Okay" Damian supplies but this time waits for them to turn around before shutting the door

Walking over to the kitchen counter he picks up a mug and pours himself some coffee mulling over the officer's words, something important and interesting huh.  Running his fingers on his nearly nonexistent stubble he sauntered up the stairs gracefully , making way to his room where black and maroon decorates the entirety of it , he puts the cup of coffee down near the bedside table and makes way to his wardrobe to grab a change of clothes.

Damian trudge through the streets of Strasbourg in washed  blue jeans, white t-shirt and white shoes  . one hand in his pocket, the other fiddling with the edge of his phone case  and a stoic expression  on his face as he chewed on the piece of information he had received from  the detective. 

  From a passerby's point of view they would see any other man passing by with nothing on his mind but Damian was anything but at the moment and the neutral expression was ingrained in him and has proven to come in handy with his line of work.

  As he took two steps into the threshold of his house , the ringing of the phone snapped him out of the trance like state he  had unknowingly tripped into. Drawing the cellphone to his ear he drew in a much needed breath and greeted first.

"Hello"

"Mr damian , I know it's too early but have you made a decision."

" of course detective Rogers , I think I need some fresh air and  a change off scenery would be nice."

" really? Well whatever you say mr. Damian my work here is done. Have a nice trip"

"Sure" the call cut off with a  beep resounding in Damian's ears.

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Ashira

     Rushing my way to a nearby cafe  I curse myself all the way for forgetting to restock the coffee beans .

Reaching the cafe door I notice the place is almost filled to the brim with people with droopy eyes and groans spilling from all corners of the small cafe . The perks of living in this neighborhood , the cafes are few and far in between. Flipping chicken nuggets am never going to make it to work on time, I could try to get to work without my daily dose of sweet heaven but I doubt am going to function properly at work without falling asleep.

'No I need my baby am going to have to wait'

After waiting a while my turn arrived  and I ordered black coffee with no sugar.  Earning a weird look from the waitress. After a few minutes which seemed to go on forever I make my way out of the cafe with my coffee in hand. Taking a few sips I look around for a taxi but the streets were stripped  bare of an empty cab. After standing around for a few minutes tapping my feet ,a nervous habit I had acquired over the years I came  to the conclusion that  I might have hit a stroke of bad luck today;

that's when I decided to make a run for it.