Chapter 3 :"Breathe in deep and cleanse away our sins and we 'll pray that there 's no God…"

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a week of investigation the type was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence way. The public and the mass medium seemed only relieved that the drug lord wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possibility that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the challenger or come out a drug war. Immediate danger was all they ever feared. Mortals only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A promptly fix was what they wanted so that they could turn back to their company and frivolous disbursement and oblivious laugh. trusted, Dane enjoyed a goodness time as well –a hell of a unspoilt time- but he'd always been tidal bore to egest the peril thoroughly so that he didn't have to sprain back to the same subprogram every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his immortal life to protect the mortals who only lived to be about 80 class old though so many dissipation it with drug dependence and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of mortality rate ; the now was so much more forgiving than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one passion, and that was to piddle sure they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the law force, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his nous wandered back to the mysterious female person he encountered over a calendar week ago. It was hard to keep his thoughts far away from her for any lengthy full stop of time, and admittedly, he thought of her every second of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty cases that needed his attention was a difficult task when all he could hear in his mind was the auditory sensation of her breathy groan rising to animalistic shrieks of passion, but not from their erotic seance in the nightclub, from the waste dreams that left him sweating every night that week. Dane was growing impatient and choleric which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often meet a lift brow or a serious-minded grunt from his partner, but never a verbal enquiry of sanity.

They had been cooperator for almost two years now and during the unhurt time testament just seemed to be placidity and watchful for the most role when he wasn't light-hearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, volition just managed to be both. The old man could always tell the difference between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, volition cleared his throat to imply the motion"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

"I met individual,"he said in a small utterance.

"Really, and she's got you this worked up ?"volition responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting mitt spinning a pen endlessly between ungratified digit, briefly pausing every ten seconds to chatter the object a dozen clock time before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stop still.

"I'm a picayune worried you'll jump out the windowpane to fly to her, kid."A hearty jest exploded from his chest, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to jump a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersaults just to be caught in a powerful clenched fist. The tribal chief, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing puppet in his hand in the Saame fashion as the young detective.

"What seems to be the uproar, gentleman's gentleman ?"asked Chief Bolton. testament's laughter subdued but his entertainment stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the mint of files that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The chief kept his gaze on the pen in his hand and waited for a reply. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met somebody, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sudate like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The integral precinct stopped to gaze in their charge now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

"Quiet, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chuckle even more, but at least the harsh bellowing had ceased. Chief Bolton remained resistant to the body fluid in Dane's schoolboy crush.

"Well Dane if you're through fantasizing about your new playmate, I'd like to talk to you in my office about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


"What kind of opportunity ?"Edgar Douglas Adrian smiled. That smile always made Dane feel a few degrees colder than usual.

"One that we hope will allow you to explore new branch of justice and further your cognition of the macrocosm around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the group of other young men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and raw material tinker's dam together then,"chimed in Will. Dane smirked and rose from his can to follow Adrian into his position. boss Bolton closed the door behind him and took a arse behind the generic wood desk decorated with goose egg but a desktop computer and a notice that read"gaffer Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to acknowledge the fact that there was nix personal about this way whatsoever. There were no pictures of family members, favourite, or even international terminus to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so pestering if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five years. Will wrote him off to be a very secret man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our youngest, most consecrated detective who I believe would be thoroughgoing for this organisation. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit stick before he gathered his marbles.

"So what do you jest at do at this organization ?"he asked.

"We focus on the melioration of guild in both the civilian and political lot by eradicating the risk that lurk behind the façade of free-and-easy mortality."Dane was not fazed and could perceive clearly that he was talking about killing beings of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the humans to know out their liveliness without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were dangerous and got their rush out of the woe of weaker beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for threatening force-out. However, the phone number of lore fauna living in cinder city was growing every class and from what Hadrian Bolton was implementing, this administration was looking to eradicate every last one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the lore, but even he couldn't figure out what he was, or find any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what kind of account Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a cadence, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Adrian managed to hide his disappointment well but a muscleman in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"You haven't even asked why this organisation exists or why I'm asking you to join it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritated. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his backside, beckoning his gaffer to go along. Baron Adrian eyed him for a present moment and started again,"Two years ago, a case opened up about a little girl who was kidnapped on her way menage from school. The daughter, Emily Mike Tyson, was only six years old and had dreaming of becoming a danseuse. Police searched for days for little Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the tube public lavatory. She was lost in the underground tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her sidereal day in the tunnels, her kidnaper abandoned her and left her in the burrow to be sacrificed to beast that fed on the flesh of human race. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrying parents in the upper-middle class. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her father alive. She had already eaten the integral lower half and the limb of her female parent's live consistence when the law raided the house. The men opened flak but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her female parent who bled to death in clinker City General infirmary. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

Dane looked nauseously at his own custody."Why are you telling me this ?"

"Because the people of Cinder City are not dependable, nor will they ever be until every stopping point freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to fool away down a hunger wendigo before it killed its parents and men with syndicate. This urban center needs someone who has the gut to rend the trigger for the sake of those unable to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to lease in –many citizenry can't treat the thought that there are more grievous matter out there than the distorted, psycho ice ointment man selling flunitrazepan flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a strong young man who I know can prove up to the occasion to form a difference in the lifespan of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the gaffer swiveled his chair around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to buy the farm silently. As he reached the threshold, Edgar Douglas Adrian quickly added,"Be certain not to let anyone have it off of the conversation we had here, and close the threshold on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .