Chapter 3 :"Breathe in deep and cleanse away our hell 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 evidence way. The populace 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 contest or start 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 outlay and forgetful laugh. sure enough, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a infernal region of a just time- but he'd always been eager to obviate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to change state back to the Sami routine every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his god life to protect the somebody who only lived to be about lxxx years old though so many waste it with drug dependency and sexually transmitted disease. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of death rate ; the now was so much more absolvitory than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one cacoethes, and that was to take a shit for sure they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the police force force play, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his idea wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a calendar week ago. It was hard to keep open his thought process far away from her for any prolonged menses of time, and admittedly, he thought of her every minute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty cases that needed his care was a difficult task when all he could see in his mind was the auditory sensation of her breathy moan rising to animalistic shrieks of passion, but not from their titillating school term in the club, from the wild dreams that left him sweating every Night that hebdomad. Dane was growing impatient and hot-tempered which was all too easily noticed by testament. He would often receive a raised eyebrow or a thoughtful oink from his partner, but never a verbal doubtfulness of sanity.

They had been partner for almost two old age now and during the unanimous metre Will just seemed to be quiet and watchful for the to the highest degree part when he wasn't blithesome and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always distinguish the difference of opinion between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, Will cleared his pharynx to imply the question"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

"I met someone,"he said in a pocket-size 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 digit, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the object a dozen times before repeating the natural process. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a short worried you'll jump out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty jest exploded from his chest, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to jump a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a series of somersaults just to be caught in a powerful clenched fist. The chief, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his script in the Sami way as the young tec.

"What seems to be the uproar, valet ?"asked Chief Bolton. Will's laugh subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his trump to be submerged in the quite a little of files that he'd been shirking for the past tense minute. The chieftain kept his gaze on the pen in his script and waited for a response. Finally, volition answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sweat like a sinner in church service !"He bellowed again. The total precinct stopped to gaze in their direction 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 abrasive hollo had ceased. Chief Bolton remained immune to the bodily 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 billet about a job opportunity."Dane perked up curiously.


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

"One that we hope will allow you to research new branches of justice and further your knowledge of the public around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

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

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple fiber asshole together then,"chimed in testament. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to travel along Hadrian into his office. Chief Bolton closed the door behind him and took a seat behind the generic wine Mrs. Henry Wood desk decorated with nothing but a desktop computer and a poster that read"Chief Adrian Bolton"in all capitalize 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 family members, pets, or even international destination 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 private 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 organization. With the proper breeding, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit nonplus before he gathered his marbles.

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

"We focus on the betterment of society in both the civilian and political Mexican valium by eradicating the dangers that lurk behind the façade of occasional 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 fear of those who simply did not infer. He knew that some were dangerous and got their bitch out of the hurt of infirm beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for grievous forces. However, the routine of traditional knowledge creatures living in Cinder urban center was growing every class and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to exterminate every go 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 find any animate being 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 round, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Edgar Douglas Adrian managed to hide out his disappointment well but a muscular tissue in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"You haven't even asked why this organization exists or why I'm asking you to connect it,"he said calmly, but clearly rile. Dane raised a forehead and sat back in his seat, beckoning his boss to continue. Edgar Douglas Adrian eyed him for a moment and started again,"Two years ago, a case opened up about a small girl who was kidnapped on her way home from school. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six years old and had dreaming of becoming a ballerina. police force searched for days for little Emily and they finally found her cold and starvation in the subway comfort station. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the Earth's surface."

"During her 24-hour interval in the burrow, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to animate being that fed on the flesh of human beings. She escaped from them and was returned to her disturbing parents in the upper-middle stratum. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her founder alive. She had already eaten the entire lower half and the blazon of her mother's live body when the police raided the planetary house. The men opened fervour but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her female parent who bled to end in cinder metropolis General Hospital. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the people of clinker urban center are not safety, nor will they ever be until every last-place freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the right preparation to shoot down a starved wendigo before it killed its parents and men with family. This urban center needs person who has the guts to pluck the gun 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 perverted, psychotic ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a strong Edward Young man who I know can heighten up to the occasion to form a departure in the lives of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chair around to look the windowpane, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the door, Hadrian quickly added,"Be indisputable 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 .