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

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a hebdomad of investigation the case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence way. The public and the metier seemed only relieved that the drug Lord wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possible action that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or start a drug war. Immediate peril was all they ever feared. somebody only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A straightaway fix was what they wanted so that they could hark back to their party and frivolous spending and forgetful laugh. sure as shooting, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a blaze of a good time- but he'd always been eager to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the Same number every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so a lot of his immortal living to protect the mortal who only lived to be about eighty years old though so many waste it with drug addictions and Doctor of Sacred Theology. He sighed. It was because that was the peach of mortality ; the now was so much more exonerative than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one Passion of Christ, and that was to make sure they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his agency of doing so was through the police effect, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his nous wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a week ago. It was hard to keep his thoughts far away from her for any prolonged flow of time, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty case that needed his attention was a unmanageable task when all he could hear in his head was the audio of her breathy groan rising to animalistic shrieks of passion, but not from their erotic academic session in the club, from the wild dreams that left him sweating every Nox that week. Dane was growing impatient and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by will. He would often receive a kick upstairs eyebrow or a thoughtful oink from his better half, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been mate for almost two twelvemonth now and during the whole time Will just seemed to be quiet and insomniac for the most constituent when he wasn't light-hearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always assure the difference between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, testament cleared his pharynx to imply the question"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

"I met someone,"he said in a belittled vocalization.

"Really, and she's got you this worked up ?"Will responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting hands spinning a pen endlessly between restless fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to penetrate the object a dozen times before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't hitch still.

"I'm a little worried you'll jump out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his bureau, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to skip a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a serial publication of flip just to be caught in a powerful fist. The honcho, Baron Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his hand in the same way as the untried investigator.

"What seems to be the uproar, gentlemen ?"asked Chief Bolton. volition's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the quite a little of files that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The chieftain kept his gaze on the pen in his hand and waited for a reply. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to create him sweat like a evildoer in church building !"He bellowed again. The stallion precinct stopped to stare in their management 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 immune to the humour 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 billet about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


"What sort of opportunity ?"Adrian smiled. That grin always made Dane palpate a few stage colder than usual.

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

"We ?"Dane questioned.

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

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple shit together then,"chimed in volition. Dane smirked and rose from his behind to follow Adrian into his position. Chief Bolton closed the door behind him and took a posterior behind the generic wood desk decorated with nothing but a screen background computing machine and a notice that read"Chief Edgar Douglas Adrian Bolton"in all capitalize letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to admit the fact that there was nothing personal about this way whatsoever. There were no pictures of family member, dearie, or even international destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so vexing if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five year. Will wrote him off to be a very private man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our unseasoned, most give tec who I believe would be pure for this organization. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit dumbfounded before he gathered his wag.

"So what do you rib do at this arrangement ?"he asked.

"We focus on the amelioration of society in both the civilian and political circles by eradicating the danger that lurk behind the façade of everyday mortality."Dane was not fazed and could comprehend clearly that he was talking about killing organism of the traditional knowledge ; Creatures that lived among the humans to live out their lives without the scrutiny and fright of those who simply did not realise. He knew that some were dangerous and got their kicking out of the suffering of faint existence, but those were few and far between that there was no demand for sound forces. However, the number of traditional knowledge creatures living in Cinder City was growing every year and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this formation was looking to exterminate every last one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the lore, but even he couldn't name out what he was, or find any tool like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this obliteration project and wondered what kind of history Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a pulsation, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Publius Aelius Hadrianus managed to cover his letdown well but a muscularity in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"You haven't even asked why this organization exists or why I'm asking you to join it,"he said calmly, but clearly rag. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his stern, beckoning his boss to go along. Edgar Douglas Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two year ago, a compositor's case opened up about a little little girl who was kidnapped on her way place from school. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six years old and had dreams of becoming a ballerina. Police searched for days for piddling Emily and they finally found her cold and starvation in the underpass restrooms. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the control surface."

"During her daylight in the burrow, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the burrow to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the flesh of humans. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrisome 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 stallion lower berth half and the arms of her mother's live eubstance when the police raided the house. The men opened flame 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 hands."Why are you telling me this ?"

"Because the people of clinker metropolis are not safe, nor will they ever be until every last nut of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to snap down a starve wendigo before it killed its parents and men with house. This metropolis needs someone who has the moxie to get out the trigger for the sake of those unable to maintain themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to learn in –many people can't handle the theme that there are more grievous things out there than the twisted, psychotic ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a warm untried man who I know can lift up to the social function to puddle a difference in the animation of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This metropolis needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his president around to face up the windowpane, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the doorway, Adrian quickly added,"Be certain not to let anyone know of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .