A Un-quirked Detective

"So what do you need me to do?" Energy Fist asked.

"I go in distract then, then you capture them, and this will all be done," Noya responded.

They were both already outside the door of the suspected culprit.

"Let's go," Noya said before knocking on the door.

"Yes?" the man in the hot room replied.

"This is the detective, may I come in?" Noya asked.

"Yes, what do you need," the man said opening up the door.

"A quick question, if you will," Noya said, "Whose room are we in?" Noya asked, Energy Fist entering the room as well.

"Can," the man said before he took a deep breath, "Can you repeat that?" he asked.

"Whose room are we in, because I know it isn't yours," Noya said.

"What, what do you mean?" the man asked between pants.

"Your obviously not confutable in this heat," Noya pointed out, "You look like you would be more comfortable in a colder room," Noya accused.

"I, uh," the man said his body heating up, "I don't."

"Please come with me," Energy Fist said, "And let's end this," he said.

"I WON'T LET HIM TAKE ME," the man yelled before bailing out the window.

As soon as he got off the window, heat erupted out of his feet and hands caring him into the air, Energy Fist followed him shortly thereafter.

Energy Fist was flying by punching the air, when he would punch the air energy would come out of his fists pushing him up.

When those two jumped out and started flying, Noya ran to the stairs to get back to the first floor.

Within a few seconds Noya had reached the bottom where his motorcycle was, and he got on and he began to follow the hero and criminal.

Unfortunately, the two had gotten a head start compared to Noya, but luckily his motorcycle was much faster than then man's quirk.

However, Noya with his motorcycle was on the ground while the man with the heating quirk was flying slightly above buildings.

Looking ahead Noya saw that the man was just about to fly over an apartment building, and apartment building which just so happened to have an opened window.

Noya then drove towards the apartment building, swerved to the side, and when he was about to hit the side of the building he jumped up to the window and climbed into the building.

"WHO ARE YOU," the owner of the room yelled.

"No one your insane," Noya told the person as he spirited out the door and began to run up the stairs.

After the fastest running upstairs the Noya had ever down, he kicked open the door to the roof and looked for the man.

Noya's eyes locked on the heat quirk user who was flying right towards him, with Energy Fist hot on his tail.

So Noya did what he knew he had to do, take out the pistol from his coat pocket and shoot the man in the leg.

He screamed out in pain, his quirk failing him as he almost got to the roof where Noya was, causing the man to begin to fall.

"I got you!" Noya said grabbing the man before he fell and then proceed to pick him up slam him into the roof.

Before the heat quirk user could do anything a fist of energy launched into his back.

"Thanks for the assistance," Energy Fist said landing on the roof as well.

"Why did you do it?" Noya asked the man putting a foot on his back.

"I, I can't tell you," the man replied, his body overheating.

"Please don't tell me this was over something stupid," Noya begged.

"He'll take more than I've ever known," the man said crying.

"He?" both Noya and Energy Fist exclaimed.

"No, no, no, I said too much," he said putting his hand to his side, "I can't talk, can't talk!" he yelled before slamming his hand on his mouth.

"Sir please stop," Noya began to say before grabbing the man's arm to pull it away from his mouth, "Ah!" he then exclaimed.

Then the man started to scream in agonizing pain.

"Do you smell that?" Energy Fist asked worried.

"Burning flesh!" Noya said looking and the man's mouth, "Sir stop you will seriously hurt yourself!" he told.

"I know!" the man said muffled by the hand.

Seeing the predicament Energy Fist shot a fist of energy at the man's hand making it go back to his side, but it was too late.

The man's mouth had now been fused shut, a tormented laugh which could only be said to come from the happiness of winning soon followed.

"Take care of him," Noya said going back to the roof doors, "He has a bullet in his leg," he told Energy Fist.

"Where are you going?" Energy Fist asked Noya.

"To get my paycheck, the suspect has been found and apprehended," Noya said, "My job is done, it's been nice working with you," he said to Energy Fist.

"You too," Energy Fist said before calling his agency.

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Getting his paycheck was as easiest and most rewarding part of the whole process, Noya dreamt of jobs where nothing happened, and he just got to get the paycheck and go home.

Noya supposed that it would have been a lot easier if he would have put together that rigor mortis being less than it was supposed to be probably meant that the body was kept in a cold room.

After all rigor mortis may be slowed down by temperature, but livor mortis isn't affected. Meaning that the livor mortis was right and the algor mortis was thrown off due to the low temperature of the room.

And, it took Noya longer than he would like to admit that the person who was panting and sweating and looked uncomfortable in the heat, probably didn't actually like the heat.

But as the saying goes hindsight's twenty-twenty, and who was this 'he' that the man with the heated quirk was talking about?

Was it some big guy pulling the strings? Or was Noya's thoughts being corrupted with that conversation with that lady from the first floor.

Whatever it was Noya wanted to know, something was off and Noya wanted to be in the loop.