“Sir, the police have arrived so we had to stop our investigation,” a man in a suit reported on the phone.
“Damn it! Do you have any idea how important that thing inside the suitcase was? 'Course you don't!! Screw this, just bring that kid here and find out who the hell betrayed us!!!”
It was early morning and the sun had barely risen, causing a dull gray sky. That day, at a construction sight, when the workers were about to start work, they came across three gruesome bodies.
In fact, it was hard for them to call them bodies. Each one appeared to have been mauled beyond recognition. Each had large pieces of flesh torn off and huge scratches across their faces and bodies. Blood was all over the construction site.
The first thing they did was call the police, who had promptly closed off the site as a crime scene.
“What do you think, boss?” a young policemen asked his superior, whose most prominent features were his brown overcoat and his scruffy beard. Anton Millstun was this small town's chief of police.
They were used to little cuffs happening here or there, but nothing on this sort of scale.
Kneeling down he started to look at the blood.
“Did you take a DNA sample of all the blood you could find?” Anton questioned.
“Yup, they're already testing it and should come up with a few things soon. Hopefully we already have them on file.”
“If my guess is right, it looks like we have a little gang war going on. Someone transporting certain goods, a trade gone wrong, and an empty briefcase. In that case, chances are good we already have their prints in the system.” And yet there was one thing Anton had no answer for yet. Why had the transporter left behind the briefcase?
“You mean, these three corpses were the attackers, boss?”
“Transporters usually travel alone, since it's easier to blend in that way. From what we know the gangs mostly use teenagers and young adults, none of whom would dress as flashy as the victims. Still, this makes it even more bizarre that a transporter could kill three armed thugs.”
“Unless of course, the one transporting goods was something they didn't expect. An Altered,” a female voice concluded.
'Great, now the police are after me as well...'
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