Brave

Chapter 1 Who Am I 1

The clock was ticking away in the background, with the wind occasionally causing a mini storm on the table. in the room was a deep freezer that contained everything's but something one could eat.

There was a stuffed polar bear backing a wall, and if one could look beyond the gnarly teeth and unusually long claws and greyish fur, it seemed like the bear was crying? It eyes seemed to capture the moment when it was killed.

near the bear was a shelf half filled with archeological books, with the lower shelves filled with every historical relic from dinosaur claw bones, Qing dynasty, pottery, miniature figurines e.t.c. To host all this the shelf was incredibly large.

larger than the bear infact and mysteriously looking as dreadful as the bear itself, there was no order just well arranged randomness. the windows of the room were pulled down to avoid the unusually bright chandelier lights that hung from the ceiling to escape and expand beyond the room.

At the center of the room was a failed attempt at an office setup with a chair that was a throne belonging to the owner of the "office" a mahogany table and two plain chairs that seemed to be pulled out a game of thrones dinner set.

on one of the two chairs sat a young man dressed in the exact same clothes sherlock homes is portrayed wearing with the exception if him being a student and having no experience in the field of Detectives. But all of that is about to change.

After what seemed like ages A man walked into the room, seeing this man one would immediately take him to be a giant has he but this was only due to his facial out look as he gives everyone the expression that he has to look down to notice them.

he sits on his throne and looks at the sulking man before him he stares at his desk and sighs. he plays with his fingers and looks up at The young man.

"mark you know you can't go on the expedition right ? " i understand how much you want to but you are just not ready" he say carefully avoid to look at his eyes as they just suddenly turned red. Mark exhales heavily, before coming to Professor Andrews office he had prepared himself and knew what to expect.

"when would i be ready prof, when " he said unfolding his hands and sitting upright. " well at the moment i'd rather you focus on your studies than join us in the department to engage in practicals, I feel that at this point those should be your priorities" Prof answered.

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Mark's face turned red " but my grades are good, i am currently at the top of my class with no field work to show for i would really love to discover something.."

" thats the issue Mark 'i' you know little of team work, this is not a film set where we have stars, rather we all work together as a team." Prof delivered this words gravely, he knew this was not what Mark wanted to hear but it was what he wanted. Mark was good.. really, really good.

His problem was just that he found it difficult to work people, was to self occupied and was always a hero in his own story with no preference for human emotion or feeling. what kind of person might one reckon him to be ?

Not a psychopath thats for sure, maybe narcissistic' thought The professor. Andrews had been looking for a way to dodge this conversation all week, the stress of planning for the expedition had absolutely drained him. What was he to do, he surely had no time for this, his wife would be calling soon demanding him to explain why he hadn't been home all week and he hadn't yet found the perfect excuse.

Mark wasn't the only self obsessed person in his life, his beautiful wife Sandra would always find ways to belittle his work and only when he got recognition or was invited into high class events did it mean the world to her. As she surely wasn't going to let her husband take 'all the glory'.

'Why now' Andrews thought as he looked as his wrist watch, it read ten pm. Four more hours till the day was over and he still had to travel back home before twelve, deal with Sandra temper be up by four am, shower get dressed and leave the house by 6, Then be at the board meeting by 8am.

if only mark knew he wasn't one of his priorities at the moment.

"ok mark you look like someone who has a lot on his plate, how about you head back to your dorm room and meet me in two weeks time when am back from our trip in belarus. How does that work for you? Andrews said not expecting anything good but still going for it anyways. Mark won't make the team and that was final.

Mark scoffed and left the office.

........police station downtown..

The situation was dire..No one knew how or why someone will steal something of so great value. Davis and his colleague of detectives were to be dispatched to a possible crime that night and we're about staking out when The chief called in every at the station that was within 10 kilometres of the city. what was stolen ? only the deputy knew and it seemed to have set the Normally cool woman on edge. what was going on.