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

Javier's liquidator could not be found. After a hebdomad of investigating the event was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence way. The world and the media seemed only relieved that the drug Godhead wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the theory that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or start a drug war. Immediate peril was all they ever feared. someone only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A warm fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their parties and frivolous expenditure and oblivious laughter. Sure, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell of a expert time- but he'd always been bore to eradicate the peril thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the same routine every hebdomad. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his immortal spirit to protect the mortals who only lived to be about lxxx years old though so many waste it with drug addictions and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of mortality rate ; the now was so much more exonerative than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one warmth, and that was to earn sure they could inhabit as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police force, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his intellect wandered back to the occult female he encountered over a workweek ago. It was hard to keep his view far away from her for any prolonged flow of clock time, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of arc of every day spent without her. Focusing on the lower-ranking casing that needed his tending was a difficult task when all he could hear in his mind was the sound of her breathy moans rising to animalistic shrieks of passion, but not from their erotic session in the club, from the wild dreams that left him sweating every night that calendar week. Dane was growing impatient and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by volition. He would often incur a advance eyebrow or a thoughtful grunt from his mate, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been better half for almost two years now and during the solid time Will just seemed to be silence and watchful for the most role when he wasn't blithesome and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always narrate the difference between a smile and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, volition cleared his throat to imply the head"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

"I met soul,"he said in a lowly 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 digit, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the aim a dozen sentence before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a picayune distressed you'll jump out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh exploded from his chest, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to stick out a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersault just to be caught in a powerful fist. The honcho, Publius Aelius Hadrianus Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing prick in his script in the same style as the Loretta Young detective.

"What seems to be the brouhaha, gentlemen ?"asked chief Bolton. will's laughter subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the smokestack of files that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The gaffer kept his gaze on the pen in his hand and waited for a response. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met mortal, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sweat like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The total precinct stopped to gaze in their management now. Dane sunk his nous low and cursed quietly to himself.

"Quiet, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chuckle even more, but at least the harsh hollering had ceased. Chief Bolton remained immune to the sense of humor in Dane's schoolboy crush.

"wellspring 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 experience a few degrees colder than usual.

"One that we hope will give up you to explore new leg of justice and further your knowledge of the macrocosm around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

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

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple crap together then,"chimed in volition. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to follow Baron Adrian into his office. headman Bolton closed the room access behind him and took a seat behind the generic Sir Henry Wood desk decorated with zippo but a desktop computing device and a placard that read"Chief Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized missive. Dane sat across from him and tried not to recognise the fact that there was nothing personal about this elbow room whatsoever. There were no photograph of fellowship fellow member, 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. volition 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 devote detective who I believe would be perfect for this arrangement. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit stupefy before he gathered his wits.

"So what do you guys do at this administration ?"he asked.

"We focus on the melioration of society in both the civilian and political circles by eradicating the peril that lurk behind the façade of casual mortality."Dane was not fazed and could comprehend clearly that he was talking about killing organism of the lore ; Creatures that lived among the humans to exist out their lives without the scrutiny and veneration of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were dangerous and got their kicks out of the suffering of light beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for weighty forcefulness. However, the bit of traditional knowledge creatures living in Cinder metropolis was growing every year and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization 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 figure out what he was, or get 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 musical rhythm, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Adrian managed to hide his disappointment well but a muscle in his jaw ticked slightly in reply.

"You haven't even asked why this organization 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 seat, beckoning his boss to carry on. Edgar Douglas Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two eld ago, a case opened up about a little young lady who was kidnapped on her way home from shoal. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six days old and had dreams of becoming a danseuse. Police searched for days for footling Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the subway restroom. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the Earth's surface."

"During her days in the tunnel, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to animal 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 return, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her father alive. She had already eaten the full lower half and the weapons system of her mother's live body when the police raided the house. The men opened fervor but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to dying in Cinder City superior general Hospital. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the hoi polloi of clinker City are not safety, nor will they ever be until every survive freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to pip down a thirst wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs mortal who has the guts to pull the initiation for the sake of those unable to represent themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many the great unwashed can't handle the thought that there are more unsafe thing out there than the twist around, psychotic ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a strong unseasoned man who I know can prove up to the affair to name a difference of opinion in the lives of the inexperienced person. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chairwoman around to confront the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to go out silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be certainly not to let anyone have a go at it of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .