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Spoiler for Elements story, part 4:

4

The next morning, as the city gates creaked open, Mr Chessben was already out the door and on his way to the school.
Murder mysteries were all very well and interesting, but he hadn't missed a day of work for five years, and he would need
time to prepare his lessons.
Besides, he'd had trouble sleeping.

On his way, Mr Chessben passed by one of the many government billboards that were scttered throughout the city. Alongside
the usual notices, warnings and announcements was a new poster, its colourful pictures covering a quarter of the available
space. "Join Today", it proclaimed, "For Glory And Wealth". Arthur payed it no heed. There was always some war or another
going on, and if it wasn't them fighting it, it was one of their constantly shifting allies. He would never get drafted
though, unless they were very desperate.

By the time he arrived at the building, a slight drizzle had started, and he was glad to get into his office and light the
fireplace. The rest of the school day passed as normal, although more than once he had found himself deep in thought,only
to be startled out of it by a student's query.
Eventually, the end bell rang. As the final pupil ran out of the doors, Mr Chessben wandered over to his desk and packef
up his things, then stepped outside. Walking over to the side of the road, he put both fingers to his lips and whistled,
loudly. After a short while, a man riding a bicycle came around a corner and rode up to him.
"Where to, good sir?" the cycler asked.
"The Miracle, thanks." said Mr Chessben as he climbed onto the bike's second seat. He normally didn't take the taxi, but
the inn was on the other side of the city, and he didn't feel like walking.

After paying the cycler, Mr Chessben stepped onto the curb and considered the building in front of him. The three-story inn rose up out of the surrounding structures like a monument, and its walls were painted a pearly shade of white. On the sign, beneath the name was a swirl of silver, which seemed to give off its own light. The place looked expensive, and Mr Chessben was surprised Theodore could afford it.

As he walked through entrance, the innkeeper glanced up and gave him an appraising look. He started to move towards her, but before he could say anything, she spoke.
"Rooms are twenty electrum a night, meals are five. If you want a bath you'll have to take your turn." She tapped a long list of names.
"Uh, I'm not here for a room." he said, caught off guard by the hotelier's assertive demeanor."I'm looking for Theodore Gracen. I believe he's staying here...?" As soon as he said the name, the hotelier's expression changed to a scowl, and he trailed off.
"One of his partners are you? Well, I won't be fooled twice. The police got him and they'll get you too, but it won't be on my property!" She began to reach under her desk, and Mr Chessben, feeling befuddled, scurried out the door before she could carry out the threat.
Why had she acted so vindictive? Had Gracen done something wrong? Fear began to bloom in his mind as he recalled her words, and he started to move swiftly in the direction of the nearby police station. He had only been there once before, when a student had been caught in act of shoplifting, and he had been asked to testify. He hoped Gracen wasn't being held there now.

He had been looking forward to spending the rest of the afternoon catching up with his former student, and seeing how he had faired with his tutorship. Gracen had always tryed things and asked questions that were beyond the class's scope, and by the looks of things, he appeared to have done the same with magic as a whole.
Recalling the body though, Mr Chessben was beginning to wish he hadn't.

Eventually he arrived at the police station, and as he walked through the large brown double doors, a small bell tingled. Before he had waited very long, a short man with long brown hair entered from a hallway. In his hands was a mug of coffee.
"Hey there, how can i help you?" he said amiably.
"I'm looking for Theodore Gracen." said Mr Chessben, hoping the name would garner a better reaction this time.
"Oh, him? Were you involved too? Well, you'd better come along." The officer walked to the hallway and waited for Mr Chessben to follow him. Hesitantly, he did so.
"Name's George, by the way. And you are?"
"Ah, I am Arthur Chessben." he said, noticing with relief that they had walked past the stairs leading to the prison cells. Up ahead was a door with a sign above it titled "Ongoing Ivestigations".
As he stepped through the door, a wave of chatter hit his ears. Within all the bustle, he could see the familiar face of his friend, but before he could move, a shout caught his attention.
"George! What are you doing? Who is that? How many times do I have to tell you this isn't a place for civilians?" A wide man with a look of annoyance on his face was striding towards them, a report in his hands temporarily forgotten.
George saluted.
"Seargent Deren, I believe he can help with the Marloc case sir. He was involved with the device."
"Really? Thats great news!" The seargent turned to Mr Chessben. "Well?"
"Uh...well, you see, I am...a..." Mr Chessben wracked his brains. He had to come up with something, or he'd be thrown out.
Luckily, someone else answered instead.
"Arthur! Arthur, my good friend, thanks for coming, i was having trouble here without you." Gracen interposed himself and turned to the others."If its all the same with you, I'd like to talk with my colleague in private, I'll come over when i need you." With a nod from the police, Gracen took Mr Chessben by the shoulder and led him over to one of the desks.
"Thanks for that Gracen. They probably would have thrown me out," said Mr Chessben, "But where were you earlier?" He frowned. "The innkeeper said that the police had taken you..."
"Oh that." Gracen waved his hand indifferently. "Well, apparently the word got around that I'd worked with Marloc, and the police decided that rather than wait for me to go to them, they sought me out themselves. I should have gone yesterday, but i had things to do, letters to write. Naturally i agreed to come with them. To be honest, I wish the police back in my home had this much inititave."
Mr Chessben felt slightly nonplussed at this, but decided it didn't matter.
"Well, do you still need to stay? I imagine you've already done all you need to do." At this, Gracen's face fell.
"No, I haven't. You see, they've only given--
"Well, this certainly is a coincidence."
At the sudden interruption, Mr Chessben turned around and saw a tall, pale figure. The buzzing that had accompanied him last time was now a high-pitched hum, and had crept up on his ears so slowly he hadn't been aware of it.
"Arthur, Theodore, this is Syracuse." Deren stepped forward. "He is an offical from Straspalyn, and is here on matters of diplomacy."
"Indeed," said Syracuse, drawing out the second syllable. He seemed very calm, the only expression on his face a slight smile. Gracen seemed slightly annoyed at the sight of the newcomer, but turned and began speaking to the seargent.
"Seargent, did you consider what i said yet? This is really, very, important."
Deren sighed."I thought it over, and I'm not changing my mind, okay? We can't send the whole police department after a murderer and a thief, no matter how precious this device is. Two officers is the standard, and thats what you've got."
"This little 'device' could change the very world, for the better, you know! It isn't merely a plaything, it taps into the very fabric of magic itself to bring forth power and energy that could be put to anyone of a thousand uses!"
"Look, if you don't stop prattling on about this, I'm going to start tapping into the fabric of magic, and i have a very specific use in mind." While before, the seargent had been in a relaxed, casual-seeming stance, he had stepped forward and was now very close to Gracen. There was a glint of menace in his eyes, and his hands were raised. "This district has at least three crimes every day, and investigations always take a long time. Between constant patroling, and out-of-commision officers, and renegade half-bloods, and a dozens of other things, its amazing the level of security our citizens feel. I'm proud of my force, truly i am, but we are stretched thin as wire as it is and i will not sacrifice the safety of others for this machine which may not even work!"
As the outburst subsided, the silence in the room rose. Mr Chessben looked around. Almost everyone had stopped what they were doing and was looking at the group. Deren slowly leaned back, his hands down at his sides again. Gracen was staring at him, an unfathomable expression on his face.
"..Sorry about that. I, I just..." Deren trailed off, and shrugged. "Well, there is some other help you can have." He turned. Syracuse stiffened, the smile now gone from his face.
"Gentlemen, i do believe i can offer some assistance in this matter. Its not much to go on, but it should be a start." He crosed his arms. "I was there, outside the hall, when it happened. I heard footsteps, but there was no one there. The door opened as if by itself. I must say, I am sorry for not acting, for i merely stared for several moments before moving. But by then it was too late." He sighed. "I realise that in some way, the death of your friend is partly my fault, and will direct my energies into the the pursuit of whoever has run off with the device."
At this, the seargent started.
"Are you serious sir? You should not hold yourself acountable for this murder, tragic though it may be--"
Syracuse raised a hand. It glowed a slight blue.
"You may be a seargent, but you do not have authority over me, unless you wish to start something."
The seargent slowly lowered his head, the objection faultering on his lips.
"..Yes sir." He raised his head. "Well, i don't think we have anything left to discuss. You'll be notified of any breakthroughs we make." He directed this bit at Gracen."Good day to you." He turned around, and left.
"Well, I'll suppose i'll be seeing you gentlemen later as well. I would like to hear more about your friend and this machine, some other time. Goodbye." As he finished the sentemce, Syracuse's body slowly turned into a wispy cloud of crystals, and his form gradually dissipated into the surroundings. Mr Chessben paused for a long moment, then turned to Gracen.
"Well, I'm glad thats over."
They left the police station together.

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