A few hours after "Lost and Found"

The red and blue flashes of the police lights lit up the otherwise pitch black sky. The rotation of the lights was enough for Vellore to think if he were a kid who had seizures he would be on the ground right now. Derek and Vellore are both standing behind the yellow police tape that is separating them from their home that looked shitty before, but now with the tire marks in the lawn and what seems to be dead guy in the doorway of their home it can only look that much shitty...er. Vellore continues to stare into one of the circling police lights as Derek is trying to find a police officer that speaks English... Hell Broken English would be good at this point!

Running from car to car asking the same question Derek feels as if he is going insane.


"English?! Mother Fucker do you speak it?!"

"Quê?"


Running.... Running... Running...

Asking again....


"Quê?"


"To hell with this..." The words rushing through the mind of the Brown Belted American, who is fairly confident he could take most of the police officers that are in the area, all at the same time... well it is kind of his job to beat people up....

Derek ducks under the yellow tape and darts towards the door. He notices the man that is laid out in the door way has a sheet over his face and most of his torso but not his entire body yet. Plenty of numbered markers are on the floor around what must be evidence. The empty bottle of vodka rolls around by its evidence number showing that someone in the instance was drunk.

Approaching the downed man Derek is rushed by officers pulling him away from his own home. The group of police men grab and tug Derek all the way back to the yellow tape and push him on the other side of it. Most of the police men go back to what they were originally doing except for two who are now blocking Derek from re-entering the yard.

But that was all it took for Derek to know who the man was, the vodka, the short stubby figure, all that was missing was his shot gun and some shells. It was Derek's landlord coming to collect money but by the looks of one of the windows someone had broken into the home and attacked the landlord upon leaving.

An officer finally walks up to Derek,

"There were two people, a man and a women. They both broke into what I am assuming is your home, hid here for quite some time, then left once this man arrived. Do you know this man?"

"Yeah, he is the landlord. He always brings his bottle of Vodka." Derek points over towards the empty bottle rolling by the evidence number. "But he also always brings a shot gun.... So I'm confused on how someone got the upper hand on him! You would think-" Mid sentence Derek is cut off by the officer.

"A Shot gun?" The officer looks concerned and reaches up to his shoulder he clicks one side of the walkie talkie inwards and begins chanting some sort of message in his native language. The screeching sound of the walkie talkie is heard after his lets go of the button.

"So where the fuck where you when I was looking for someone that spoke English?!"

"That doesn't matter, right now we have a serious situation on our hands, we believe that who ever was breaking into your house was actually attempting to harm you and this boy. You two may need to spend the night with us down at the station...."

"Woah! WOAH! WOAH! This little guy's got his first nogi tournament tomorrow and he is going to be knee barring the shit out of all of his competitors!"

"It looks like his first nogi tournament will have to wait..." The amount of people who understand what jiu-jitsu is in Brazil would surprise you. Even the look of "grapples ears" (cauliflower ear) is considered attractive in Brazil!

"But Derek.... You said-"

"Listen kid I'm sorry but it's just not safe for you to be out on the streets when someone is trying to kill you."

"No worry, I kill them first."