I'm the King Of Technology

Eh?

Hawkins, who was busy talking and dishing out orders to a few officers, quickly turned around after hearing his name called out.

The F.B.I?

He turned around and found that he knew two of them amongst the group.

"Ahhh... Special Agent Martha, Special Agent Chris and... "

"Special Agent Jake," Replied a 29-year-old looking man.

"Right! Right!" Hawkins said while nodding and registering the man's name in his brain.

Well enough with the formalities.

Like so, the 3 F.B.I agents signalled for the rest of their men to go around picking up close across the massive Storage facility.

Soon, Martha abruptly paused, looked at the ground silently before leaping and making several moves about the place.

From there, she bent downwards facing the ground and just stared there silently.

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All those on my made a few others who were watching speechless.

Eh?

Hawkins leaned towards Chris and whispered in confusion: "What is she doing?"

Chris chuckled and moved forward with his hands in his pockets: "Seeing how it all went down... Martha! Care to enlighten us?"

"Hmmm," she hummed while slowly standing again and looking at the gang behind her: "Try to Keep up."

With that, everyone looked at each other briefly before jogging behind her as they headed back to square one.

"There, you see these marks? Though not visible and hard to spot, their patterns are definitely that of show-footprints."

Footprints?

Hawkin's frowned: "But how can you be so sure? It looks nothing like a footprint."

To him, it was very unlikely to be the case!

But soon, Martha quickly broke his thought the more she explained.

And all this left Hawkins baffled.

From the pressure the people applied on their feet, to how deep the ground had sunk, to the surrounding tiny pebbles displaced, it was as if Special Agent Martha had some special powers of some sort.

Blink. Blink.

He had never seen Martha go to work, so he was pretty impressed by her deduction skills.

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Martha glanced at the scene and darted her eyes around nonstop, zooming in and squinting hard from time to time too.

Like so, they began retelling their findings to the gang.

"They're footprints. But the reason they look weird is because of the professions of our intruders. No doubt about it, they're all assassins and very skilled ones as well. But, judging from their movements, they shouldn't be Death Assassins." Martha said calmly, while Jake and Chris nodded in agreement.

In this world, there were countless types of Assassins out there. From Death, Undercover, Seek & Kill assassins, Scouts and so on.

And without a doubt, many assassins could branch into other assassin job titles.

But it was undeniable that the way each assassin type was trained was relatively different from the rest.

From the way they moved to their weapons of specialty and so on, it varied depending on what assassin sector they had chosen to be in.

And judging from what Martha found, she felt that there was an 80% chance that these intruders weren't death assassins.

Meaning those who went to capture them would be able to adjust their plans on how to go about things.

For one, if these people were death assassins, then they had to hastily subdue them from a distance.

Because if these assassins felt cornered, they would bite the bullet mercilessly, leaving the soldiers no room to take action.

But, if they weren't Death assassins, then these intruders would always try to find a way of escaping, hoping to report all their findings as fast as they could.

This again meant that the soldiers would have a lot of room for maneuver, having a better chance of catching them.

Bottom line, depending on the Assassin type, there were specific ways of handling them.

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The gang of F.B.I agents looked at the scene deeply, as if immersed in their own little world.

But Hawkins was still lost as to how these people could have come to these conclusions.

"Wait! I'm still lost here! How could you all know? And why did the footprints look so weird?"

"That's because of their technique," Martha answered without looking away from the scene: "They're assassins. And Like wild beasts, they use only the toe region of their feet to move. That's why the footprints look 2/3's missing!"

Amazing!

Hawkins looked at the prints on the ground, feeling it very surreal.

It was so light and almost non-existent that he began to wonder just how skilled these assassins were.

But Martha wasn't done cracking down on her theory yet.

"Take a look at the prints. The pressure applied in leaving that footprint makes one think that an 8 or 10-year-old kid would've made them. It's almost as though they were flying through the scene instead." She said while running ahead. And the guys all followed behind her too.

"So... These intruders dashed over here, leaped this way for a bit. From there, some dropped rolled to the side and continued on again while maneuvering behind this building, that building, and maybe a few more... And, they were also careful enough not to crush any twigs or fallen flowers from the flowerbeds scattered all around."

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Din. Din. Din. Din. Din~

Hawkins ran behind the group, listening to every single bit of Martha's words.

And the more he listened, the more he could also visualize it all as if it was happening right before his very eyes.

He smacked his lips in amazement, feeling more and more blown away by it all.

This was too good, right?

Like so, they dashed around the place for a while before Martha suddenly ran back towards one particular spot they had passed.

"From the patterns and their actions, something must've made them stop here for a longer than usual."

"Huh. What the hell are you talking about?"

Hawkins felt his mind getting even more confused when trying to keep up with these special agents.

Why?

Why was it that he couldn't seem to immerse himself into their ways of thinking?

Or could it be that he was too dumb or something?

(TwT)