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Hello This Is my first attempt at writing a Fan-Fic, so feedback is welcome so without further ado here is my fan-fic:

Winter Detective Agency- Murder of a Millionaire

Alexander Julius Winter walked into the Ultra-Luxe he was White, of British descent he had jet black hair with touches of grey- combed in a clean cut fashion and was also clean shaven- and Grey eyes, he stood around 6’1 and was lean but not overly muscular he wore a black three piece suit with a red tie and a black fedora he was around the age of 53, a female non-Masked white glove society member met him “Mr. Winter We are thankful that you arrived we had heard about your Agency and only thought it suitable to notify you of this heinous crime” Alexander nodded at the White glove members welcome “Of course” Mr. Winter spoke with a calm facade and an air of disinterest, he commanded the attention of the room and viewed everything carefully often halfway through a conversation he would have deduced your age, birthplace, marital status and much more.

The white glove society member was unnerved by him but nonetheless carried on “This way Mr. Winter” the member said with a gesture before setting off Alexander thought for a moment before setting of after the member, the lift pinged as they reached the penthouse suite of the Ultra-Luxe the lucky 38 towered over the strip which was bustling at in the early hours of the evening, inside a body was lain on the floor Alexander whirred into action examining the body murmurs could be heard “Black, male, 5’9, single, Californian, frequent drinker- alcohol poisoning- maybe hmm” Alexander stood away from the body, crossing his arms and raising one to tap his chin, he paused, adjusted his fedora then walked over to a window he breathed on it then stood away “I have found out what killed him” The white glove member swayed over to the window a small hole barely larger than a pinhead was visible the white glove member laughed “That’s Impossible Mr. Winter” She spoke heartily, Alexander turned deadly serious and began to explain.

“Mr. Jones was stood here” He pointed to the front of a mini-bar “A shot was fired from over there” he pointed to a building in free side then carried on “The bullet was fired from a Marksman Carbine the bullet was modified to disintegrate on impact perfectly done so the reason a mark is not visible is perfectly easy an accomplice of the shooter then entered the room cleaned up and resealed the skin” Alexander knelt and pointed to points of raised flesh on either side of the head “the bullet also must have been fired from a special shell perhaps one that fired a small round that shrunk over a time of around three seconds” he stood up thoughtfully the white glove member was silent after the explanation Alexander piped up “ There’s only one person able to do such a thing other than the Courier” he spun on his heels and clicked his fingers “John Gladstone” he finished.

“Who” The female white-glove member blurted out, Alexander Julius Winter sighed took of his fedora sat down on a sofa not bothered by the dead man at the end of his feet “John Gladstone is an ex-ranger the professional ones not the ones with silly hats, he served with first recon as well He held the title of most kills in the war against the brotherhood and at Navarro wiped out a machine gun position singlehandedly he now lives in free side as a gambler and drunk but still offers his service in return for money” he looked up at the white glove member “Is that all?” Alexander asked, “No” came the reply from the white glove member “I am to accompany and assist you until the case has been solved” the member looked unhappy at this Alexander chuckled “Well we had best get to know each other, I'm Alexander Julius Winter- I was born in England in the pre-war county of Nottinghamshire at the age of six I was found washed up on a shore on Newfoundland Until I was Thirteen I travelled until I Came across the NCR There I joined as a military police officer and was like that until I left to travel round a bit more solving odd cases until around thirteen years ago when I Found an old house near Mt. Charleston and set up my detective agency” he looked up and waited for a reply.

“My name is Julia Anderson I am 17 and joined here at the age of 14 as a receptionist that is why I don’t have a mask yet” Alexander gave her a look over she had brown-blonde hair in a ponytail style it reached down to about her kidneys if let loose she had green eyes and a small nose which was sharp yet rounded she was around 5’7 and had a good figure Alexander was a man of duty not one of sociality but figured she was beautiful to the Testosterone ruled man she leaned on one foot when she spoke she wore at the moment a clean white dress, Alexander nodded “You’ll do well” he said before walking over to the lift and setting off to the main floor.