Chapter 3 :"Breathe in trench and clean away our sinfulness and we 'll pray that there 's no God…"

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a week of investigation the typeface was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the evidence room. The public and the media seemed only relieved that the drug Almighty wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the hypothesis that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or startle 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 quick fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their parties and frivolous disbursement and oblivious laugh. for certain, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a snake pit of a good time- but he'd always been eager to extinguish the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to plough back to the Sami subprogram every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so a great deal of his god life to protect the mortals who only lived to be about eighty class old though so many waste product it with drug addictions and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of deathrate ; 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 reach trusted they could know as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police force power, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his nous wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a calendar week ago. It was hard to keep back his cerebration far away from her for any prolonged flow of clip, and admittedly, he thought of her every hour of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty font that needed his attending was a difficult undertaking when all he could pick up in his mind was the sound of her breathy groan rising to animalistic screeching of passion, but not from their erotic session in the club, from the wild dreaming that left him sweating every night that week. Dane was growing impatient and quick-tempered which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often invite a call down supercilium or a thoughtful grunt from his partner, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two years now and during the whole time will just seemed to be placid and sleepless for the most piece 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, Will cleared his throat to entail the doubt"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

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

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

"I'm a piddling worried you'll saltation out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty gag exploded from his bureau, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to startle a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersaults just to be caught in a powerful fist. The chief, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing putz in his hired hand in the same fashion as the untried police detective.

"What seems to be the hubbub, man ?"asked Chief Bolton. Will's laugh subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his secure to be submerged in the stack of files that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The head kept his gaze on the pen in his hand and waited for a reception. Finally, volition answered,"Dane here met soul, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sweat like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The stallion precinct stopped to gaze in their focusing now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

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

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


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

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

"We ?"Dane questioned.

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

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple asshole together then,"chimed in Will. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to follow Baron Adrian into his spot. honcho Bolton closed the door behind him and took a ass behind the generic wood desk decorated with zippo but a desktop computer and a notice that read"chief Adrian Bolton"in all capitalized letter of the alphabet. Dane sat across from him and tried not to recognise the fact that there was nothing personal about this room whatsoever. There were no video of mob members, pet, or even international destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so galling 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 untested, most dedicated detective who I believe would be perfective tense for this establishment. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit puzzle before he gathered his wits.

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

"We focus on the advance of society in both the civilian and political circles 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 traditional knowledge ; Creatures that lived among the humanity to dwell out their lives without the scrutiny and concern of those who simply did not translate. He knew that some were dangerous and got their thrill out of the agony of weaker beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for grave strength. However, the phone number of traditional knowledge creatures living in cinder City was growing every twelvemonth and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization 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 frame out what he was, or find any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication projection and wondered what kind of history Edgar Douglas Adrian had with the lore.

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

"You haven't even asked why this constitution 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 rear end, beckoning his gaffer to continue. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two age ago, a case opened up about a piffling missy who was kidnapped on her way menage from school. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six twelvemonth old and had dreaming of becoming a ballerina. Police searched for days for little Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the tube restrooms. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the aerofoil."

"During her days in the burrow, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the bod of humans. She escaped from them and was returned to her perturbing parents in the upper-middle class. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her Fatherhood alive. She had already eaten the entire depressed half and the weapon system of her mother's live trunk when the police raided the household. The men opened blast but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to death in Cinder city full general Hospital. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the the great unwashed of Cinder City are not secure, nor will they ever be until every last freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the right education to shoot down a crave wendigo before it killed its parents and men with menage. This metropolis needs individual who has the guts to pull the trigger for the sake of those ineffectual to guard themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many people can't treat the idea that there are more dangerous things out there than the misuse, psychotic ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice pick to their kids- but you're a strong young man who I know can rise up to the social function to make a difference in the lives of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chairwoman around to face the windowpane, leaving the conversation for Dane to go out silently. As he reached the door, Baron Adrian quickly added,"Be sure not to let anyone screw of the conversation we had here, and close the door on your way out."

Dane did as instructed and continued on silently .