The smoke languidly curled and floated up to disperse into the cold night. The stench was almost overwhelmingly repulsive, but he had long since learned to adapt to it. The others were already getting to work in setting up the perimeter and blocking off access. Sirens echoed nearby, a bit louder than usual for his sensitive ears.
“It's not them, is it? They won't tear us all apart like crazy infected dogs?” He could hear someone say in what was meant to be a whisper in the distance.
He closed his eyes and took another drag before turning to look, exhaling a cloud of smoke. His sharp, black eyes locked onto the mustached man that had said the words. He looked suddenly terrified, his jaw trembling just the slightest bit as he clawed at his words.
“Them?” The smoker mused. “You mean one of...them?” He cocked a brow. It was enough to make the Coruscant Police Officer cock two brows. “C’mon, partner, AMS has yet to come to town,” the Ranger shrugged while blowing a cloud. “Judging by the surgical precision of the flaying, the way the skin has been separated from the body, I'd say we're dealing with something a little more sophisticated than AMS.”
The older man looked over at the other cop on the scene, adjusting his own badge so it was a visible reminder to the mustached officer that he, too, was a uniformed member of the force. Just of the Sector Rangers, that is.
“She has been dead for four hours,” he said curtly as he made his way back to where he was standing originally. “The killer hid the trail well but shouldn’t have gotten far,” he said as he looked down at the grotesque remains of the woman’s body on the ground.
The night was still young.
“It's not them, is it? They won't tear us all apart like crazy infected dogs?” He could hear someone say in what was meant to be a whisper in the distance.
He closed his eyes and took another drag before turning to look, exhaling a cloud of smoke. His sharp, black eyes locked onto the mustached man that had said the words. He looked suddenly terrified, his jaw trembling just the slightest bit as he clawed at his words.
“Them?” The smoker mused. “You mean one of...them?” He cocked a brow. It was enough to make the Coruscant Police Officer cock two brows. “C’mon, partner, AMS has yet to come to town,” the Ranger shrugged while blowing a cloud. “Judging by the surgical precision of the flaying, the way the skin has been separated from the body, I'd say we're dealing with something a little more sophisticated than AMS.”
The older man looked over at the other cop on the scene, adjusting his own badge so it was a visible reminder to the mustached officer that he, too, was a uniformed member of the force. Just of the Sector Rangers, that is.
“She has been dead for four hours,” he said curtly as he made his way back to where he was standing originally. “The killer hid the trail well but shouldn’t have gotten far,” he said as he looked down at the grotesque remains of the woman’s body on the ground.
The night was still young.
@Sreeya