A calm breeze erupted from a single air vent in the room, bringing a cool flow of air in a relatively hot araw in Fort Grumley, aside from the occasional tick of a perpetually nagyelo clock, the only sounds made were the light discussions of Hannah, as she began to tend to a distressed Kowalski about his experience.  

"I see he tortured you, but you sinabi on the last day, he was "nice" to you?" asked Hannah, dabbing disinfectant wipes on Kowalski's scrapes and cuts. 

"As in, he really had no intention of hurting me, if anything, he seemed pretty lonely the whole time. I assume from how he behaves he's not only insane, but an entire axis of insanity. From his behavior, I predict that he has an acute form of PTSD and a constant feeling of losing control. He copes sa pamamagitan ng assertively dominating or killing people viciously, even getting gratification from the blood gushing out all over, to him, rapid blood loss in a victim is like his climax. Thing is, where does this PTSD stem from, and who is he?" Kowalski pondered for a moment. 

"That's what we're trying to find out, now, we've gotten insightful tips from Mr. Fantastic, King Dewey got killed, then we got the fact that Damion is still a suspect. The fact of the matter is, Mr. Fantastic is such a failure at covering himself that, even in his deepest dreams, will never even rob a kendi store. King Dewey has the resources and men to kill almost fifty people in a single month, but this is simply not in his character, Dewey killed when someone didn't quietly allow him to ship his goods or violently resisted him. Now for Damion, if it were him, he'd need to be pretty good at maneuvering in a fat suit, since Damion isn't exactly pudgy. This would cause him problems, a cape or a simple sheet over his back is how he gets in motion, his attacks have flow and consistency, whereas The Kid is abrupt and unexpected at all times. Hell, the guy could create a book of new ways to destroy the body, so long as it gushed blood. Besides, Damion's my boyfriend, and if I made further analysis, my relationship with him would just affect my judgment," Hannah responded.

"Well, even I don't believe it's him, Damion isn't exactly a perverted psychopath, in fact, whether or not all of psychology believes me, he's completely sane. Everything he did was the result of a burning passion that he felt was justified from years of humiliation," sinabi Kowalski. 

"Either way, the police department doesn't need proof that The Kid is responsible for everything he's done, the proof is self-explanatory. U-Shaped incision on the chest, gouged-out eyes, cuts on every major artery, spilling the most amount of blood as anatomically possible. Whether or not his MOB is calculating all of the various bank robberies that have occurred, or if only some were their responsibility, I can't say," Hannah pondered. 

"Hmm, where did you say Skipper and Lilly were again?" asked Kowalski, trying to change the subject. 

"On a petsa for the hospital, you should've seen Skipper pushing her on the wheelchair, so cute, heheh," Hannah chuckled. 

"Ah, well that settles my question, Private as far as I know could still very well be in that hell cell, but he might have also escaped, we should go fetch him just in case," Kowalski proceeded to stand up, getting stopped sa pamamagitan ng Hannah. 

"No, you have to stay here, I'll get him," Hannah stated bluntly. 

"Wait! You can't go alone!" Kowalski shouted after her. 

"You can't be alone here either, that's why Rico will have to watch you. With your injuries, The Kid could easily worsen your condition ten fold upon seeing you return, besides, everything inside your brain is far too vital to let The Kid slip inside your skull. I however have the mind of a steel cage trap, nothing gets in unless I let it in," Hannah said. 

"A-.... Alright.. You go, but don't get stabbed again, listen to me Hannah, you can't win a physical fight with him alone, every blow, slice, or gunshot you serve him will only give him what he wants," Kowalski warned. 

"I understand Kowalski, Rico," Hannah called him. 

"Ya!" Rico saluted with his tongue hanging out. 

"Watch him with your life, and if anyone comes in to threaten your lives, give 'en hell," Hannah commanded. 

Rico nodded quietly, with a determined look on his face. 

"I'll best be off, take care you two," Hannah picked up a bulletproof vest and a pistol, putting a box of ammunition in the pocket.