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    Flickering orange flames licked the air permeating it with the stench of smoke and gasoline. The medieval scene had all at once grown eerily silent and Slate knew the Lycanthrope was gone. His job done, appetite satiated, the predator had stalked off into the night. Not like Slate didn’t know where to find the guy but such an intrusion would simply be… rude. There were unsaid rules among their kind, a code if you wanted to call it that and so killer to killer, he’d respect the man’s privacy. Easy enough to fudge the report, not like any of the officers  present were in the right mind to fully recount the events. Slate alone would end up being the only one with crystal clear recollections of what went down preserving Mr. Morgan’s anonymity. Their suspect, Casper, would also end up getting off on a technicality. He’d make sure he walked so that the avenging angel could descend upon him at a later time and have a little chat about this gang calling themselves the ’Templars’.

    [npc]You can let him go now detective. We’ve got him.[/npc] Mentioned one of the EMT’s as he attempted to take over the application of pressure on the wound. It took a moment for Slate to come back. He had been staring out into the smoke filled alley, inspecting Mr. Morgan’s work. Studying the kills, reenacting the  the man’s stratagem. He hadn’t even taken notice of the ambulance’s arrival.

    “How’re you doing?” Asked his partner.

    He shrugged in an easy-going manner, [slate]You?[/slate]

    “I could go for a cold one.” She smiled, giving the scene one last scan, realizing straight away that ‘special agent Morgan’ was no where to be found. She wasn’t surprised.

    “Where’s your friend?” The question was not so much accusatory as it was curious. This wasn’t the first time that one of Slate’s shady acquaintances had ‘assisted’ them.

    Again he shrugged with an innocent boyish smile softening his handsome features and all Adria could do was smile. “You’re writing the fucking report on this, I hope you realize?”

    Slate nodded. [slate]Com’on, I’ll buy ya that beer.[/slate]


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