I've been procrastinating on this too long. I had to deal with kids from my step-brother's coming over for three days, and before that there was a ton of guests. I'll update more often from now on, since there isn't really anything planned in the future that would interrupt this.
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Eric stood up, walked over to the coffee machine (It was beige colored and looked older then the Pyramids) and poured himself a cup. He sipped it, then walked back over to the chair, where he sat down.
"Mister Harker... Let's continue.""Let's, shall we?" Harker put a lot more venom in three words then most people manage in a conversation. Eric guessed he was still bitter.
"Have you put out a state alert? As far as I know, you haven't.""I did, I'm afraid. It's been on for a solid month, since the second killing." Harker eyed Eric suspiciously. A voice in the back of Eric's head wondered if he was catching on.
"That's good, we get a lot of towns who don't even bother with it. Not wanting strangers, I guess. Now, how much evidence do you have?""There's some in the... It's not much, you probably can't conduct an investigation with it.""We'd like to see it.""Why?"
"I think it's in our job description that we review evidence."Eric swore he heard a muttered "Shit" from Harker. He hit his mark.
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Kathryn kept a close eye on Harker. She analyzed him, seeing if he had any of the tell-tale signs of lying.
Big alarm bells when he said that the state alarm had been on for a month. He was definitely lying, and... Did he just shoot a glance at her before returning to Eric's gaze?
Fucking cop supernaturals, they know your tricks!
"Mister Harker, if you would be so kind, may we have access to the evidence room?"
"... No, you may not."
"Mister Harker, you're breaching protocol here. We're your superiors in this situation, and you must allow us access."
"I know you're not FBI." Harker grinned. "You're... not even close, are you?"
Harker had blown himself wide open. Whether or not to go in for the kill or to keep grilling him was a tricky one. He could know more, but this whole investigation could be wrapped up in seconds. Kathryn knew how fucked up supernatural conspiracies could be, but sometimes it was as simple at that, no complications.
It was a tough one.
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Ambrose absent-mindly sniffed again for that smell that had left her nostrils at last. She coughed, smelling absolutely nothing. The cough evolved into a fit, which she eventually managed to pull through to. She DID manage to relieve some of the tension in the room but she felt like her throat was scratched up. Like she smelled something real bad.
Supernaturally inflamed throat
Crystal Clear.
One pistol, [9/10], one clip
One FBI badge.
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Bakstur stalked silently through the
oh boy we're stealing shit this is going to be fun police station, looking for things that no-one would miss that he could... borrow.
An unlocked door lead into what appeared to be a basement. He walked down the stairs and took a look around. It was very dark, almost hard to tell where his hands were, but his vision adjusted.... Ah.
For one thing, this seemed like less of a basement and more of a natural cave. For another, there was an awful amount of runes and blood. Just for fun, there was an inordinate amount of medieval style torture devices around. And he was pretty sure that the roof was open to a black sky despite it being underground. He could feel gusts of air from the ceiling as well.
He had a feeling he stumbled onto something huge.