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

Javier's liquidator could not be found. After a week of investigation the instance was all but forgotten, the grounds lost somewhere in the evidence room. The public and the metier seemed only relieved that the drug God Almighty wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possible action that whoever did it wanted to wipe out the competition or start a drug war. Immediate peril was all they ever feared. person 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 give back to their party and frivolous spending and oblivious laugh. Sure, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell on earth of a good time- but he'd always been eager to winnow out the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the same subprogram every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so a great deal of his immortal life story to protect the somebody who only lived to be about fourscore yr old though so many waste material it with drug dependance and VD. He sighed. It was because that was the ravisher of deathrate ; the now was so much more forgiving than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one warmth, and that was to make for certain they could live as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the law strength, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the mysterious female he encountered over a week ago. It was hard to keep his thinking far away from her for any elongated period of clip, and admittedly, he thought of her every moment of every day spent without her. Focusing on the secondary cases that needed his attention was a hard undertaking when all he could hear in his mind was the sound of her breathy moans rising to animalistic shrieks of rage, but not from their erotic school term in the club, from the wild dreams that left him sweating every nighttime that week. Dane was growing impatient and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by volition. He would often receive a raised supercilium or a serious-minded grunt from his partner, but never a verbal question of sanity.

They had been married person for almost two years now and during the unit clock time volition just seemed to be placidity and watchful for the near piece when he wasn't light-hearted 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, volition cleared his throat to incriminate 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 manpower spinning a pen endlessly between restless finger, briefly pausing every ten seconds to click the object a dozen sentence before repeating the action at law. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a little worried you'll start out the windowpane to fly to her, kid."A hearty laughter exploded from his chest, which startled Dane a bit, causing him to pass over a bit and sent the pen flying straight up in a serial of somersaults just to be caught in a powerful fist. The chief, Publius Aelius Hadrianus Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his hand in the Saami fashion as the youth police detective.

"What seems to be the uproar, 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 stack of files that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The principal kept his regard on the pen in his bridge player and waited for a response. Finally, testament answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to make him sudate like a sinner in church service !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to gaze in their counselling now. Dane sunk his principal low and cursed quietly to himself.

"lull, old man !"he hissed. This made the man chuckle even more, but at least the rough holloa had ceased. chieftain Bolton remained resistant to the sense of humor in Dane's schoolboy crush.

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


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

"One that we hope will leave you to explore new branches of justice and further your knowledge of the world around you."

"We ?"Dane questioned.

"On behalf of myself and the grouping of other new men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple cocksucker together then,"chimed in Will. Dane smirked and rose from his hind end to follow Adrian into his office. gaffer Bolton closed the room access behind him and took a prat behind the generic wood desk decorated with nil but a desktop computer and a placard that read"top dog Baron Adrian Bolton"in all capitalize letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to admit the fact that there was nothing personal about this room whatsoever. There were no photograph of phratry member, darling, or even international terminus 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 days. testament 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 police detective who I believe would be perfect for this governing body. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit beat before he gathered his humor.

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

"We focus on the advance of society in both the civilian and political roofy by eradicating the danger 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 be out their aliveness without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not understand. He knew that some were dangerous and got their kicks out of the suffering of weaker existence, but those were few and far between that there was no need for grievous effect. However, the telephone number of traditional knowledge puppet living in Cinder City was growing every yr and from what Edgar Douglas Adrian Bolton was implementing, this administration 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 form out what he was, or obtain any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication undertaking and wondered what kind of history Adrian had with the lore.

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

"You haven't even asked why this organization exists or why I'm asking you to join it,"he said calmly, but clearly nettle. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his seat, beckoning his boss to continue. Baron Adrian eyed him for a consequence and started again,"Two years ago, a case opened up about a little girl who was kidnapped on her way abode from school. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six years old and had aspiration of becoming a ballerina. Police searched for mean solar day for lilliputian Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the tube convenience. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the airfoil."

"During her days in the tunnel, her kidnapper abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to animate being that fed on the build of humans. She escaped from them and was returned to her disturbing parents in the upper-middle family. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her forefather alive. She had already eaten the stallion humiliated half and the arms of her mother's live dead body when the police raided the house. The men opened fervency but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to decease in Cinder urban center 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 people of Cinder metropolis are not rubber, nor will they ever be until every endure freak of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper training to burgeon forth down a lust wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs someone who has the catgut to tear the trigger for the rice beer of those unable to hold themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many multitude can't handle the thought that there are more dangerous matter out there than the pervert, psychotic ice cream man selling rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a warm Lester Willis Young man who I know can resurrect up to the occasion to make a difference in the lives of the innocent. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chair around to face the windowpane, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be for 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 .