I slipped into the building feeling intense, my heart pumping, and sort of out of breath.It was only then that I saw a girl dressed up as a genderbent gray robot with a cannon on their shoulder and a helmet resembling much of a bucket. For now if you want to know if this is occurring in the past then let me tell you that present tense is being used for this one occasion in this whole chapter.

"Dressed up as a FBI agent from Warehouse 13?" The genderbent gray robot gal asks.

I blink, multiple times, finding the question quite odd.

"Special Agent Strange." I said, flipping up my badge.

The gal's eyes went wide.

"You're holding it wrong!" The genderbent robot gal said, turning my badge upside down. "There."

I look over to see my badge looks pretty logical in the way it is positioned.

"Thank you?..." I said, staring at the gal. I put my badge away.

""The name is Belle." Belle said. "But not the whiny aft one from twilight. I hate the jokes people make about my name." She waves the cannon in mid air. "I hate them, I hate them, I hate them!"

"I get your point." I said. "Miss Belle, have you seen a suspicious man not in costume come by?"

Belle stares at me, wide eyed, lowering her head enough that it seemed she is attempting to make a unusual glare.

"Be specific." Belle said, putting the cannon back on her shoulder.

I had to wonder how much it weighed for certain because it had the appearance of a heavy object.

"Sweaty, red faced, got a bad hair cut, black jacket, unbuttoned blue shirt..." I described the man.

"He ran into there." Belle said. "Be careful." She points down the hall where there is a commotion going down. "Not a man with an unbuttoned shirt gets out of a room crowded by women."

I nodded and pretended to understand the last part.

"Thank you." I said.

I ran after the suspect.

The name of the suspect is Jones Furroway.

"YOU JERK, YOU RAN OVER MY DALEK COSTUME!" A high pitch man yelled as I ran closer.

I ran into the room at least getting out of the long windy hall with a blue ugly rug.

There are a bunch of people wearing tweed jackets waving unusual screwdriver related items and people waving scepters after a man. I could see Jones had made a mess jumping into Comic-Con.The men and women wearing tweed jackets--followed by mostly girls with black hair and a long black coat--are shouting different things at once yet I could make out a few as 'destroy our enemies and we'll destroy you, muggle!'. I am very familiar to the word muggle.

I had my handcuff's ready in my left hand to get the annoying pest out of the crowded building.

"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through." I said, going after Jones.

Damn, why did god coin the existence of fans to get in my way?

There are some ladies dressed up wearing dresses designed similar to a police box yet more strange than it appeared. What was the name of that box is something I cannot even figure. I came across a whole room full of pictures of one man--with even more numbers of the women with black hair and long black coats--in various positions,scenes, and situations.In notably a few of them he had a scepter glowing a light blue at top coming out of a small item shaped similar to a stone.

The man's face reminded me of a prince.

A very royal prince ripped out of a fairy tail blended into Harry Potter. Oh my his hair in the pictures is curled back enough I thought this character might be using a lot of hair gel if he did exist in real life.In another picture he was blue with unusual lines on his face and his eyes are a soft red.The other picture he had golden armor on with horns going; pointed up and then curled back over the helmet. Two other pictures showed his helmet's horns pointed straight, literately, quite straight. The lone, and very much not drawn of,picture had his helmet's horns curled up down wards similar to a ram.

There is a big white sign reading 'Loki Laufeyson fan stations' and below that read 'Loki's Army'.

The last exit for Jones is blocked.

From my partial view I saw Jones take a turn to the right then ran into the crowded Scepter Fans area. Jones ran over to the tables--there wasn't professional actors in the room at this house--waving a gun that he took out so randomly. Oh god my suspect has just escalated the situation into a bigger one!

"I have a gun!" Jones shouts. "Clear the exit!"

"GET OFF THE TABLES!" The girls shriek. "Then we can talk."

Jones happens standing in front of a picture of the Laufeyson guy on a throne.

"Hah, you can't take down a man with a gun." Jones jokes. "Lets see about that!"

Jones recklessly shot after a couple of those Tweed dressed fans making quite a few rounds. A couple fans fell back to the floor followed by hysteria by those not shot at.I had to think fast before he killed more people in this building where fans gather every-year and there's always a sensational mystery to it that brings shows to making episodes where some-one dies during comic-con.I saw one of the girls had a scepter in their hands being pointy and sharp.

"Excuse me," I said, taking the stick. "I have to use this, law enforcement purposes!"

"How rude!" The unusual girl said.

"Rude is not saving Loki's Army." I said.

I aimed it at Jone's figure--well, actually, right at the gun--using my best aiming skills.

For sure my aiming skills are not the best.

"Ready...aim....fire!" I shot it after the hand.

Instead I knocked the gun out of Jones's hand. I drop the Scepter to the ground then throw myself onto Jones knocking off the tables sending to the floor.I landed on my side on the floor feeling my hips bump against the floor. Cuff him,cuff him, cuff him!, I thought coming over to Jones.

I cuffed Jone's hands together.

"Is this how my tax paying money is being spent?" Jones asks, with a sneer. "A Special Agent coming in without back up and unable to decide clearly if a respectable business man is innocent!"

I force him up.

"When you shot those people," I said. "You became guilty."

"Save it for my lawyer." Jones said.

"Someone's already called for the ambulance!" I hear one of them shout.

"Hey, that cop used a scepter,that's insulting to our sonics!" One of the tweeds said.

"Our weapon is better than yours." The unusual girls said.

"Nah uh." The Tweeds said.

"Yes, it is cooler." The unusual girls said.

Somehow during the conversation; Loki's Army ran after the Tweeds--along with their sonics--waving their scepters yelling 'Our weapon is better than yours!' leaving me and the cuffed up suspect.Surprisingly the exit to Comic-Con had been left clear . There are some people still there apparently have been the victims of the numerous gun shots Jones had sent off. Unfortunately at the back there were two people lain there dead--probably cause of death is gun shot wound to the chest--not close enough to be near the doors yet far enough for not many people to notice.

It occurred to me they had not noticed their inflictions and got out of the way.

"You're going to spend a long time in prison." I said, guiding Jones out of the building.

"Like to see you try," Jones said. "I am rich."

I hated people in the rich business for this sort of thing; thinking they can get away with anything. I shoved him into the back seat, then locked all the doors on him, and let him try to bust the windows open. Bullet proof glass has been useful in many occasions. I knew that I would have to be questioned by other law enforcement about my failure to apprehend Jones before the shots.

Honesty I never felt so guilty for letting people die on my watch.

I had my head hung low sitting down in t chair waiting for the law enforcement of that jurisdiction to come in when a man resembling Hugh Jackman--a rather younger version--came in wearing an unusual suit that would be worn for scuba diving just without the fins and the mask.

"What are you a fan of?" I ask. "Don't come into that room...it's evidence now."

"I am not a fan of anything,Bub." The man said.

I raise my head up.

"What?" I ask.

Did he really call me 'Bub'?

"Well, you see I was searching for this girl," The man explains. "And she happened to come in here,Bub."

"Business guy with a red face?" I ask.

I hoped he might have some connection to Jones.

"No." The man said.

This is a little odd, I thought.

"Then who?" I ask.

"A woman with purple hair that has several highlights,Bub." The man said.

"What is your name?" I ask.

"Logan," Logan said. "And this woman has really long fingernails capable of turning into..." He, himself,is finding it hard to describe a woman's fingernails. "I can't describe it, Bub."

"Water?" I ask.

"No." Logan said.

"Sand?" I ask.

"No." Logan said.

"Electronical related Science Fiction stuff?" I guess.

"Yes." Logan said.

"I am Emily Strange," I said, holding my hand out. Logan looks at me strangely, standing much as though he realized something important, without blinking. "Glad to meet you."

"Emily Strange?" Logan said.

I got the feeling he wasn't going to shake my hand so I lowered it back on my lap.

"Yes." I said, with a nod.

"How old are you?" Logan asks.

"38." I said.

"No, really." Logan said.

"37." I said.

"Ah hell." Logan said, taking out a device. "I went into the wrong door!" He turn around begins walking away. "I can't believe they gave me the wrong time coordinates."

"What's so important about my age?" I ask.

Logan stops in his tracks, then turns towards me.

"Name the most important thing that has happened in your life, bub." Logan said.

"Good or bad?" I ask.

"Bad." Logan said.

I sigh letting off the disappointment of today.

"...I let my suspect kill two people in Comic-Con." I said.

I saw the faintest of all smiles on his face.

"It's going to get better, bub." Logan said. "Trust me."

I watched Logan turn away from me and disappear out of my view.

What a strange man.