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It's 1 a.m. and the cobbled stone streets are foggy. The scrape of claws or booted feet echoed in the eerie gray sea illuminated only by a few sputtering street lanterns. The cold crisp bite of January wind bit deep, past coat, clothing and fur feasting on skin then muscle ending with a desert of bones. The streets felt like a frozen hell, the perfect breeding ground for monsters of all types just lurking in the gray swirling depths to snare the unwary traveler.
At this time of night though, it's not the snarling hiss of a monster, the grating sounds of dragon claws on cobbled stones or the clomp of metal shod feet bearing up an enemy knight. Oh no. It was the giggling of Lupinossai drunk, drugged high or the grunting noises of sex in the dark. The click of hard soled shoes on the stones of the street drowned out the noises soon. They were replaced by the scent of blood and foul play.
Out of the foggy mist a scene out of some forensic novel came to be, replete with closed up shops for the night, yellow 'DFLEA Do Not Cross' tape and several armed DFLEA's keeping the area closed off. Several late night workers, a few night owls and several nurses coming off shift filtered by the crime scene. Any other day, gawkers would be thick, but lately they just glanced and kept walking a bit faster. Reaching the yellow tape, one Lupinossai dared to cross the line and the other DFLEA's didn't bat an eye. They all looked at him as if in relief.
A raised paw in acknowledgement to those looks of relief. Soon the Lupinossai stood by the body on the ground and squatted. The Lupinossai was unusual compared to the other Lupes. He wore a full, tailored suit, had no obvious tail, and his feet were regular, plantigrade feet that fit into black polished dress shoes. He also wore gold framed dark lensed sun glasses to which he finally removed. Folding up the glasses, he stuffed them into his breast pocket and took a long look at the body.
The victim was male. Judging by the the short silky fur, slightly webbed paws, and light ridge of feathers down the long slender tail lent to the victim being a Riivii and Airii mix. Pulling on some black latex gloves modified to allow for claws, the victims neck was felt. The presence of gills confirmed the Riivii part. A closer look at the thin t-shirt, neatly holed and blood stained showed small, under developed wings confirming the Airii portion. Steel gray eyes took in the rest of the detail on the body, not moving it till DCSI came in.
The flap of wings in the night told him that his wait wasn't very long. An Airii, black furred, silver feathered, with piercing green eyes landed. The DFLEA uniform modified to allow for flight and forensics garbed the Airii. A DFLEA shield on the belt glinted in the hazy glow of a street lantern.
"Evening, Comissioner Shieldar." The Airii sat down a small tackle box of forensic equipment and started withdrawing blue gloves.
"Evening Lt. Riff. Settling into your new position as DFLEA Forensics Head?" Shieldar asked.
"I was quite happy under Lt. Wolf-Spiritor, Frost and you knew that. The kid was young to be in the force, but damn it all, she knew what she was doing. Half of us are still under trained."
Frost chuckled and it wasn't a pleasant sound. "The Den has seen enough heroics from the Wolf family. She needs to play mother and leave the real work to the men of the Den."
Lt. Riff just snorted, snapped on his gloves, pulled out a flashlight and got down to business. The Airii held his wings in tight and moved over the corpse examining the obvious evidence first.
"Body is prone, face down in a sprawled heap as if the victim were running. Three gun shot wounds, all entry wound, in the back, clustered just below the shoulder blade. Caliber appears to be possibly a .22 caliber which explains clustering them to make an effective wound, most likely shredding the lung if they slipped between the ribs. Autopsy will know more. Moving on, a stab wound, 3 inches wide, on the back, just below the rib cage and running through to the belly but not puncturing the shirt with a clean profile to the wounds edges. I suspect the wound was inflicted after the victim fell. Possibly due to the three bullets put into the back. A guess at best for now. The victim is missing clothing from the waste down." Lt. Riff pulled out swab kits, probes, measure cards, and an odd looking yellow gem that flashed and stored photos within it, all while he was talking.
"Looks like someone was caught with someone else's mate, then hunted down. He doesn't look very old. Maybe 18 at best guess?" Frost speculated.
Lt. Riff kept working on the victim, swabbing up blood, bodily fluids and fur samples. Putting the samples away, he turned the victim over and inspected the body more. "Hematomas on the ears suggest being grabbed in a fight as well as swelling under the left cheek and eye. Looks like the male was clobbered well. Feeling the bones under the cheek suggests a pattern similar to a war hammer. That stab wound in the back could possibly be from a long sword. Several claws are broken and bleeding. Whoever did this was raked good and deep. Fur in the broken nails. There is obvious signs of mating as well. I think you might be right Frost, though his age, judging by teeth and overall physical growth places the victim at 14 years of age.'
Frost grimaced hearing that age approximation. "Lupis, a kid mating and hunted down like game in the streets of the Den. This city used to be peaceful but crime has seeped into it like a stain that wont go away. I'll leave you to your collection of data Lt. Riff. I'll be putting out an APB on anyone with a registered .22 caliber gun as well as a call to Whisper Paws for anyone with deep claw lacerations on their body. Get me his ID and a report as soon as possible."
Lt. Riff nodded to Frost and waved him away. Frost left the taped off crime scene, and walked back into the gray foggy winter night, his path laid for DFLEA HQ. The Den was in bad need of leaders ready to do something about this mess instead of focusing just on making the public happy. Someone ready to work the gears both in the light and shadows of civilization. A distant sound of gunfire rang off four blocks down and the shouts wafting through alleys of DFLEA's running after the shooter.
Frost continued to walk, noting a few shadowy Lupe pups slipping into the alleys seeing that he was a DFLEA. They had the scruffy look of orphans that ran from a good home to be wild. Hunger in those young eyes as well as a look of sadness from doing something evil, theft maybe, drugs or killing to live.
It's 2 a.m. in the morning. Where are your kids?
It's 1 a.m. and the cobbled stone streets are foggy. The scrape of claws or booted feet echoed in the eerie gray sea illuminated only by a few sputtering street lanterns. The cold crisp bite of January wind bit deep, past coat, clothing and fur feasting on skin then muscle ending with a desert of bones. The streets felt like a frozen hell, the perfect breeding ground for monsters of all types just lurking in the gray swirling depths to snare the unwary traveler.
At this time of night though, it's not the snarling hiss of a monster, the grating sounds of dragon claws on cobbled stones or the clomp of metal shod feet bearing up an enemy knight. Oh no. It was the giggling of Lupinossai drunk, drugged high or the grunting noises of sex in the dark. The click of hard soled shoes on the stones of the street drowned out the noises soon. They were replaced by the scent of blood and foul play.
Out of the foggy mist a scene out of some forensic novel came to be, replete with closed up shops for the night, yellow 'DFLEA Do Not Cross' tape and several armed DFLEA's keeping the area closed off. Several late night workers, a few night owls and several nurses coming off shift filtered by the crime scene. Any other day, gawkers would be thick, but lately they just glanced and kept walking a bit faster. Reaching the yellow tape, one Lupinossai dared to cross the line and the other DFLEA's didn't bat an eye. They all looked at him as if in relief.
A raised paw in acknowledgement to those looks of relief. Soon the Lupinossai stood by the body on the ground and squatted. The Lupinossai was unusual compared to the other Lupes. He wore a full, tailored suit, had no obvious tail, and his feet were regular, plantigrade feet that fit into black polished dress shoes. He also wore gold framed dark lensed sun glasses to which he finally removed. Folding up the glasses, he stuffed them into his breast pocket and took a long look at the body.
The victim was male. Judging by the the short silky fur, slightly webbed paws, and light ridge of feathers down the long slender tail lent to the victim being a Riivii and Airii mix. Pulling on some black latex gloves modified to allow for claws, the victims neck was felt. The presence of gills confirmed the Riivii part. A closer look at the thin t-shirt, neatly holed and blood stained showed small, under developed wings confirming the Airii portion. Steel gray eyes took in the rest of the detail on the body, not moving it till DCSI came in.
The flap of wings in the night told him that his wait wasn't very long. An Airii, black furred, silver feathered, with piercing green eyes landed. The DFLEA uniform modified to allow for flight and forensics garbed the Airii. A DFLEA shield on the belt glinted in the hazy glow of a street lantern.
"Evening, Comissioner Shieldar." The Airii sat down a small tackle box of forensic equipment and started withdrawing blue gloves.
"Evening Lt. Riff. Settling into your new position as DFLEA Forensics Head?" Shieldar asked.
"I was quite happy under Lt. Wolf-Spiritor, Frost and you knew that. The kid was young to be in the force, but damn it all, she knew what she was doing. Half of us are still under trained."
Frost chuckled and it wasn't a pleasant sound. "The Den has seen enough heroics from the Wolf family. She needs to play mother and leave the real work to the men of the Den."
Lt. Riff just snorted, snapped on his gloves, pulled out a flashlight and got down to business. The Airii held his wings in tight and moved over the corpse examining the obvious evidence first.
"Body is prone, face down in a sprawled heap as if the victim were running. Three gun shot wounds, all entry wound, in the back, clustered just below the shoulder blade. Caliber appears to be possibly a .22 caliber which explains clustering them to make an effective wound, most likely shredding the lung if they slipped between the ribs. Autopsy will know more. Moving on, a stab wound, 3 inches wide, on the back, just below the rib cage and running through to the belly but not puncturing the shirt with a clean profile to the wounds edges. I suspect the wound was inflicted after the victim fell. Possibly due to the three bullets put into the back. A guess at best for now. The victim is missing clothing from the waste down." Lt. Riff pulled out swab kits, probes, measure cards, and an odd looking yellow gem that flashed and stored photos within it, all while he was talking.
"Looks like someone was caught with someone else's mate, then hunted down. He doesn't look very old. Maybe 18 at best guess?" Frost speculated.
Lt. Riff kept working on the victim, swabbing up blood, bodily fluids and fur samples. Putting the samples away, he turned the victim over and inspected the body more. "Hematomas on the ears suggest being grabbed in a fight as well as swelling under the left cheek and eye. Looks like the male was clobbered well. Feeling the bones under the cheek suggests a pattern similar to a war hammer. That stab wound in the back could possibly be from a long sword. Several claws are broken and bleeding. Whoever did this was raked good and deep. Fur in the broken nails. There is obvious signs of mating as well. I think you might be right Frost, though his age, judging by teeth and overall physical growth places the victim at 14 years of age.'
Frost grimaced hearing that age approximation. "Lupis, a kid mating and hunted down like game in the streets of the Den. This city used to be peaceful but crime has seeped into it like a stain that wont go away. I'll leave you to your collection of data Lt. Riff. I'll be putting out an APB on anyone with a registered .22 caliber gun as well as a call to Whisper Paws for anyone with deep claw lacerations on their body. Get me his ID and a report as soon as possible."
Lt. Riff nodded to Frost and waved him away. Frost left the taped off crime scene, and walked back into the gray foggy winter night, his path laid for DFLEA HQ. The Den was in bad need of leaders ready to do something about this mess instead of focusing just on making the public happy. Someone ready to work the gears both in the light and shadows of civilization. A distant sound of gunfire rang off four blocks down and the shouts wafting through alleys of DFLEA's running after the shooter.
Frost continued to walk, noting a few shadowy Lupe pups slipping into the alleys seeing that he was a DFLEA. They had the scruffy look of orphans that ran from a good home to be wild. Hunger in those young eyes as well as a look of sadness from doing something evil, theft maybe, drugs or killing to live.
It's 2 a.m. in the morning. Where are your kids?