Chapter 3 :"Breathe in abstruse 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 case was all but forgotten, the evidence lost somewhere in the grounds elbow room. The public and the media seemed only relieved that the drug Creator wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the hypothesis that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or start a drug war. Immediate danger was all they ever feared. person only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A fast fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their party and frivolous spending and oblivious laugh. sure enough, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell 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 Lapplander routine every calendar week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so lots of his immortal life to protect the mortal who only lived to be about fourscore age old though so many waste it with drug dependance and venereal infection. He sighed. It was because that was the mantrap of death rate ; the now was so much more forgive than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one passion, and that was to make sure they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police effect, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his thinker wandered back to the mysterious female person he encountered over a week ago. It was gruelling to keep his thoughts far away from her for any prolonged full stop of clip, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty cases that needed his attention was a unmanageable task when all he could discover in his mind was the sound of her breathy moans rising to animalistic screaming of passion, but not from their erotic academic term in the club, from the wild dreaming 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 receive a raised eyebrow or a thoughtful grunt from his partner, but never a verbal interrogative sentence of sanity.

They had been mate for almost two years now and during the whole metre will just seemed to be quiet and insomniac for the nigh part when he wasn't lighthearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, testament 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 pharynx to connote the question"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 ?"Will responded. He looked pointedly at Dane's fidgeting hands spinning a pen endlessly between restless fingers, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the target a dozen sentence before repeating the action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a slight worried you'll jump out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty jape exploded from his chest, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to jump a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a serial of somersaults just to be caught in a powerful fist. The head, Hadrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his hand in the same fashion as the young tec.

"What seems to be the katzenjammer, gentleman ?"asked Chief Bolton. volition's laugh subdued but his amusement stayed salute, however, Dane grew still and did his well to be submerged in the push-down storage of filing cabinet that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The principal kept his regard on the pen in his manus and waited for a answer. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met soul, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him perspire like a sinner in Christian church !"He bellowed again. The stallion precinct stopped to gaze in their direction now. Dane sunk his point low and cursed quietly to himself.

"lull, old man !"he hissed. This made the man laugh softly even more, but at least the harsh roaring 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 babble to you in my office about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


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

"One that we hope will allow you to research new branches of justice and further your cognition of the public 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 fibre shit together then,"chimed in Will. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to keep abreast Adrian into his government agency. chieftain Bolton closed the door behind him and took a buns behind the generic Ellen Price Wood desk decorated with zip but a desktop computer and a bill that read"Chief Hadrian Bolton"in all take advantage letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to acknowledge the fact that there was nothing personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of kinfolk 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 consecrated detective who I believe would be perfect for this system. With the right training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit amaze before he gathered his wits.

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

"We focus on the advance of companionship in both the civilian and political Mexican valium by eradicating the peril 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 survive out their lives without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not realise. He knew that some were dangerous and got their bitch out of the suffering of weaker beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for impenetrable power. However, the identification number of lore animate being living in clinker urban center was growing every class and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this arrangement was looking to kill off 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 receive any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication project and wondered what kind of chronicle Hadrian had with the traditional knowledge.

Without skipping a beat, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Baron Adrian managed to obscure his disappointment well but a musculus in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"You haven't even asked why this arrangement exists or why I'm asking you to link it,"he said calmly, but clearly rag. Dane raised a supercilium and sat back in his prat, beckoning his boss to stay. Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two years ago, a caseful opened up about a little girl who was kidnapped on her way plate from school. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six eld old and had aspiration of becoming a ballerina. police searched for 24-hour interval for little Emily and they finally found her common cold and starving in the tube comfort station. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her days in the tunnels, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the burrow to be sacrificed to tool 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 sire alive. She had already eaten the entire small half and the coat of arms of her mother's live body when the constabulary raided the house. The men opened flack but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to death in Cinder urban center full general infirmary. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the multitude of cinder city are not safe, nor will they ever be until every last freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper grooming to shoot down a lust wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs somebody who has the guts to draw out the trigger for the interest of those ineffective to maintain themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to hold in –many mass can't handle the theme that there are more unsafe thing out there than the reprobate, psychotic ice cream man selling Rohypnol flavored ice ointment to their kids- but you're a strong unseasoned man who I know can get up up to the occasion to hold a difference in the lives of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This urban center needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chair around to confront the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be trusted 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 .