Bunsen

[Will]

Bunsen

Copycat, or accomplice?

''Who's that guy? Looks like one of those perverts...''

''Too damn right, T'zin. Makes my fur crawl, it does'' *Spit*

''mmffrrmmm...CTHMMMRRRR''

''What's it... OH FR-''
*Fwoosh*

''AAAAAHHH! MY FUR!!!! OH GOD! IT BURNS!''
‘’WHY???!!! WHYYYYYY???!!!’’

*Click*

''That’s our perp, team. Seems to be an accomplice, or, at the very least, a copycat of the mass murderer dubbed ‘the pyro’. He uses the same methods, and seems to have the same rationale of burning non-humans, especially those with fur, though, from reports, his personal penchant is for half-breeds, primarily human-alien mixes. His weapons, though similar, differ slightly from that of our ‘Pyro’ friend. This guy is far larger. He works at far shorter ranges. He is packing some serious tech here. Incendiary grenades. A machine pistol. A pair of damned climbing axes! His clothing seems to be some sort of High end armourweave. Shrugs off a few of the smaller rounds. He's usually gone by the time we can get proper guns in.''

''Naturally, boys, he’s got a flamethrower. And it is a doosie. It throws out a burning adhesive substance. Sticks to you while you burn it. Patting it or rolling only spreads the flame. We don’t know where he gets this stuff, the eggs over at R&D think he makes it himself, which points to smarts. When he isn’t using it, it all packs nicely away into that little pack, and the pouches he wear.''

So far, he’s been uncatchable. He relies on speed and momentum. The man’s damn good at that ‘freerunning’ and ‘Par-koor’ all the kids are into. Uses the damned rooftops and streets, melting away at exactly the right moments. He seems to know our choke-points. Whenever we set up a trap, he knows, dammit! I want this maniac caught!''


*Four years later*

''Well Jothri, this party is certainly swinging''
''Oh stop your purring Argana. Just a little shindig for me and my furry friends.''
''I must say, the cakes are divine.''
''Not as divine as your breasts''
''Oh Jothri! you tease!''
*KABOOM*
''THE CAKES!!!! THEY EXPLODED!!!!''
''OH THE PAIN!!!!''

*click*

''This is his latest attack, on a solely feline humanoid party. Why haven't we caught him yet?!''

*Ashamed silence*

*Sigh* ''Well, he seems to be getting more ingenious with his pyrotechnic displays. We can't detect this stuff. Cakes is only the latest. He's exploded statues, ovens, even, in an odd case, an ice sculpture. He's still using the damn napalm-like substance. Still obsessed with fire. But he seems to know even better how to get around our security networks, It's like he knows when we're coming. We need to knuckle down to get this guy. You have your assignments, now go.''

''At least we're not on the Pyro task force...''
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[Ru the Boatswain]

Approved. Welcome to the team.