After parking the car in the police garage we headed straight inside the station, we had to make a quick stop at the front office however, because even if we were Special Agents, they needed to keep a record of it.
The whole station was filled with Mahoons, with some humans in the mix. The Mahoons were an Alien race with humanoid shaped bodies, the skin of hippopotamus and heads that looked like a baby hippopotamus head. They were the main Police force in this universe because of their strong sense of justice and nigh incorruptible nature.
Unable to withstand the constant corruption in human civilizations, the Mahoons offered themselves to work as the police force in Earth to prevent any more corruption to spread on the planet. With the agreement of the newly appointed government officials and the Extraterrestrial Alliance, they removed every human that had turned a blind eye to any sort of crime, be it armed robbery or small scale bullying.
Although... Their previous methods of 'punishment' were a bit questionable, the government fixed that by placing a few humans among their mix to keep them in check, if they were to somehow return to their old ways. Since, they once blew up a planet to kill a single criminal that escaped from their custody.
In the front office sat a Mahoon twice our size, wearing proper black and blue police uniform and round glasses, upon noticing us he said, "State your name, rank and purpose, please."
"Allen, Illiya and Harry. Special agent, special agent and special agent. Investigation, investigation, fun," Tommy said, pointing at us one by one.
After comprehending what we heard, all three of us looked at Tommy in doubt. Seriously... The guy is a genius at playing his role.
"Humans..." the Mahoon muttered while grunting, but his voice was high enough to reach our ears.
"He is new, but he is our leader in this mission so try your best not to get disrespectful, remember that we are here to clean up the mess that you couldn't deal with. Don't act high and almighty, know that you were the ones who need our help, not the other way around," I said, looking into the eyes of the Mahoon who couldn't utter a word after what I said. 'God it feels so good to let out all the piled up anger. This is the best way to let go of anger, fuck meditation.'
"If you are done then we shall get going, don't have all day to sit in the chair like lazy little-" I tried to continue but then noticed the looks of the other people around me, knowing that I had gone a little overboard, I didn't berate him any further. "Let's move, it stinks here."
I strode forward towards the chief's office after scanning the building in a blink, with both of them following behind me, and opened the door, a little shocked to see a human with bright red eyes, black hair, and fair skin, sitting in there instead of a Mahoon. How can he tolerate their behaviour towards his own kin, is he insane or something?
"Agents! I was expecting you!" The chief greeted us happily.
"Ohhh, you are a Martian, of course you are a Martian, never thought I would meet a Martian here. No wonder those people don't show any hate toward you, no wonder they don't get reported," I stated, putting two and two together.
"I never expected anything less from a detective, sorry for their misbehaviour, Mahoons are just like that, I try to control them the best I can but I am new to Earth, so I am not quite used to it," the chief stated, standing up from his seat. "Have a seat, would you like some coffee or tea, I found this new thing called Puer tea, I was hoping to try it, never got the chance."
"We don't mind, it was my fault in the first place, trying to make a Mahoon laugh, I should have expected it," Tommy replied, taking a seat in front of the chief, while I just looked around the room, and Sylvia stood by the door.
"Would you like me to go through the potential new candidates that are trying to join the pirates? Or should I make you a file for that?" The chief asked. "You should be aware that there will be almost a thousand pirates among their mix by the end of the year. If we want to stop them-"
"Give us the file, we don't really have time for chit chats at the moment, although we do need your help with something. Alec Hurrier, you have a messanger named, Alec among their mix, right? Get him here, I have some questions for him, and coffee, don't forget my coffee," I stated, looking at the wine collection in the glass cupboards. 'I am definitely getting these after the mission is over.'
"How did you... Not even the officers on that mission knew about it, so how?" The chief looked at me with a blank expression, confused about the situation. He didn't even understand how something classified like that could end up in my hands.
"Your police records showed the name of a messanger named Alec Hurrier, who had helped you solve the 'Saxon's midnight butcher' case, and that guy got somehow killed in an accident on tenth December, exactly ten years ago. Coincidentally, when I was checking the list of senior ranked pirates among the registered names of pirate crew, I came across a guy named Alec Baldwin, with no background and a record of amnesea. I looked into him a bit and had someone send me an image of him, matched it with the old Alec and although I had to remove and make some hair on the two images, it eventually matched. So I came to the conclusion that you might know of someone like that," I explained, leaving the whole room in surprise. "What? I got bored."