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

Javier's manslayer could not be found. After a week of investigation the instance was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence way. The world and the media 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 competition or jump 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 quickly fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their parties and frivolous disbursal and unmindful laughter. Sure, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a blaze of a commodity time- but he'd always been eager to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to sprain back to the same turn every hebdomad. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his immortal life to protect the somebody who only lived to be about lxxx days old though so many wastefulness it with drug habituation and Cupid's disease. He sighed. It was because that was the stunner 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 make sure they could be as passionately as they could while they were here. And his substance of doing so was through the constabulary force, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a calendar week ago. It was arduous to continue his thought process far away from her for any lengthened period of clip, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty caseful that needed his attention was a unmanageable task when all he could get wind in his mind was the sound of her breathy moans rising to animalistic shriek of warmth, but not from their erotic seance in the night club, from the natural state dream that left him sweating every nighttime that week. Dane was growing impatient and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by will. He would often receive a kindle eyebrow or a thoughtful grunt from his better half, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two long time now and during the hale clip Will just seemed to be quiesce and insomniac for the to the highest degree part when he wasn't lighthearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will 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, will cleared his throat to connote the head"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

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

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

"I'm a little interest you'll jump out the windowpane to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his dresser, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to stick out a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersaults just to be caught in a powerful clenched fist. The chieftain, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing putz in his hired hand in the same fashion as the vernal detective.

"What seems to be the tumultuousness, gentleman's gentleman ?"asked foreman Bolton. volition's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed stage, however, Dane grew still and did his easily to be submerged in the quite a little of file that he'd been shirking for the yesteryear hour. The headman kept his gaze on the pen in his deal and waited for a response. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met individual, and I've got to say, she must be something to cook him perspire like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to gaze in their focus now. Dane sunk his head teacher low and cursed quietly to himself.

"Quiet, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chuckle even more, but at to the lowest degree the rough bellowing had ceased. Chief Bolton remained immune to the humor 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 agency about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


"What kind of chance ?"Publius Aelius Hadrianus smiled. That grin always made Dane find a few point colder than usual.

"One that we hope will earmark you to explore new limb of justice and further your noesis of the world around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

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

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple fiber dogshit together then,"chimed in volition. Dane smirked and rose from his backside to follow Edgar Douglas Adrian into his office. chieftain Bolton closed the door behind him and took a ass behind the generic wine wood desk decorated with zip but a desktop computer and a placard that read"chieftain Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to admit the fact that there was aught personal about this room whatsoever. There were no picture of family members, pets, or even international destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so bothersome if the man had just transferred here but he'd been here at least five years. will wrote him off to be a very private man, but Dane just thought it was creepy.


"Dane Argent,"he started,"you're our youngest, most commit detective 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 dumbstruck before he gathered his wits.

"So what do you ridicule do at this constitution ?"he asked.

"We focus on the betterment of lodge in both the civilian and political dress circle by eradicating the risk that lurk behind the façade of casual 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 live out their lives without the scrutiny and care of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were dangerous and got their beef out of the suffering of rickety beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for gravid forces. However, the issue of traditional knowledge creatures living in cinder City was growing every year and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this governing body was looking to exterminate every last one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the traditional knowledge, but even he couldn't figure out what he was, or determine any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what variety of history Adrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a measure, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Adrian managed to hide his disappointment well but a muscle in his jaw ticked slightly in reception.

"You haven't even asked why this organization exists or why I'm asking you to fall in it,"he said calmly, but clearly irritated. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his seat, beckoning his foreman to keep. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two years ago, a case opened up about a minuscule young lady who was kidnapped on her way home from school. The fille, Emily Michael Gerald Tyson, was only six twelvemonth old and had aspiration of becoming a ballerina. Police searched for 24-hour interval for little Emily and they finally found her frigidity and starving in the subway restrooms. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her mean solar day in the tunnel, her kidnaper abandoned her and left her in the tunnel to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the pulp of humans. She escaped from them and was returned to her distressful parents in the upper-middle category. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her Fatherhood alive. She had already eaten the entire low-down half and the arms of her mother's live body when the constabulary raided the menage. The men opened fervidness but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to Death in Cinder 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 cinder metropolis are not safe, nor will they ever be until every last freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the right training to photograph down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with phratry. This city needs someone who has the guts to pull the gun trigger for the saki of those unable to fight down themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to demand in –many people can't cover the approximation that there are more grievous affair out there than the perverted, psychotic person ice emollient man selling Rohypnol flavored ice pick to their kids- but you're a strong young man who I know can rise up to the occasion to make a difference in the biography of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the tribal chief swiveled his chair around to front the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be certain not to let anyone experience of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .