Fiction Part Two: The Server & the three kings

"Nice bruise. Is there still an eye in there?"
FBI Agent King looked up to see Officer King holding an ice pack, a smile on her face.
"Yeah its in there, despite breaking the computer's fall."
"Well it was worth it," Mountie King called from the fire escape, "Your melon was soft enough to absorb the impact to save the hard drives."
"Is he complimenting me Officer King?"
"I don't speak Canadian," she smirked.
The two watched the RCMP Mountie make his way down the iron stairs that ran the side of the unassuming red brick townhouse. They were just outside of Detroit in one of the middle class areas still holding on. It was the end place of a two year investigation involving multiple agencies and governments. The whole neighbourhood had been flooded with cops, agents, and mounties to avoid anyone getting away. There had been only a couple shots fired, no deaths. A good day.
"The tech boys have already stripped the drives and have them backed up. There is a lot of gold just in the computers alone. All our bosses are going to be happy, no fighting in the sandbox at this time."
"Great, beers on me," FBI King said.
"I guess it explains the computer toss," Officer King said, "They were out of options. Glad one of them didn't think to simply smash it."
"Scared stupid wins the day."
"King!" a trench coat called out, the three of them turned.
"Sorry, I meant  the Cop King."
Officer King laughed, "at least he didn't say the Lady King."
The two men watched her stroll over to the trench coat before the Mountie leaned in.
"Brian, the Authors use the network," he whispered.
Brian King looked up, trying to read the Mountie's face with his remaining good eye.
The Mountie produced a folded piece of paper.
"It will take a while to get the details, but here is the log of the forum that they were using on the server. It's a start for your boys to work with while waiting for the treasure chest to be fully unlocked."
"How did you?"
"I asked politely," the Mountie smiled, "They know how important this is to you."
"Thanks," Brian whispered.
The Mountie squeezed Brian's shoulder " No problem. Let me know if you need anything else. I let you read over alone."
The Mountie was only a couple of steps away when Brian took out his cellphone. Waited for the machine to pick up.
"Hey," Brian said, "I know I'm not suppose to call, but I just wanted to let you know. We have a lead."
he hung up and stared up at the sky. Finally.