"Detective! Detective!" a short, pudgy man called out as he wobbled along the crowds of Grand Stirlington puffing and flushed in the face. The man's metal prosthetic leg struck the steel walk way of the bustling city lit with neons and dazzling blues from the hover-vehicles that zipped overhead rather loudly, creating a constant draft for the underneath. The detective, a tall middle aged man with quite the rugged appearance, ignores the frantic shouts and continues on at a brisk pace. He was a busy man with no time to spare and a murder case hanging over his head. Sure the local authorities were also on it but people didn't pay him thousand of dollars to mosey about and eat donuts all day. Those thousands of dollars ensured the case would get settled a lot quicker and much more efficiently.
"De-tec-tive!" the pudgy man wheezed, his voice ending in a whine. "Please, wait; I have valuable information!" The detective growls with annoyance, turning towards the pudgy man, who was forced to stop running and double over to catch his breath. The detective makes a face of disgust at the unfit pedestrian and strolls over to him within three strides.
"Yes? What is it?" the detective demands. "Time is money and I am currently preoccupied at the moment!" Normally he was more understanding and patient, but when he was under pressure and working on a case, he was quite snappy and was known for his short fused.
The pudgy man holds up a piece paper and the detective skims over it before growling and storming off. The pudgy man straightens up and grins, pressing a button on a watch and instantly changing his appearance to a quiet ominous figure. A passing pedestrian bumps him into though, and spills coffee on his watch, making it spark and malfunction. He soon finds himself reverting back to the pudgy man he was using as a disguise and curses with frustration. He chooses to waddle after the detective on his metal prosthetic leg, hoping to accomplish his mission anyway.
The house the detective was destined to arrive at was made up of glass walls, metal beams, and a system of wiring and blinking lights, much like an over-sized computer chip, located just under the glass surface. The detective didn't have time to linger on the exterior and strode up to the metal door that parted down the middle, pressing the little button off to the side. He never got to see the doors open. Right when the pudgy man was creeping up on him, a loud whistle sounds and bounces off the buildings. The detective and the pudgy man turn just in time to see a large missile-like projectile heading their way.
And that was the last they saw after the it made contact with Grand Stirlington and exploded.