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

Javier's murderer could not be found. After a week of investigating the compositor's 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 lord wasn't around anymore but unconcerned about the possibility that whoever did it wanted to pass over out the rival or start a drug war. Immediate risk was all they ever feared. someone only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A flying fix was what they wanted so that they could devolve to their party and frivolous spending and oblivious laughter. Sure, Dane enjoyed a upright metre as well –a pit of a good time- but he'd always been eager to eliminate the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to deform back to the same routine every workweek. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his divinity animation to protect the mortals who only lived to be about eighty year old though so many waste product it with drug habituation and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the looker of mortality ; the now was so much more exonerative than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one mania, 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 law force, as infuriatingly futile as it was. Inevitably, his creative thinker wandered back to the mystical female person he encountered over a week ago. It was hard to hold on his thinking far away from her for any prolong period of fourth dimension, and admittedly, he thought of her every min of every day spent without her. Focusing on the petty cases that needed his attention was a difficult undertaking 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 school term in the order, from the wild ambition 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 meet a produce brow or a thoughtful grunt from his married person, but never a verbal dubiousness of sanity.

They had been partners for almost two long time now and during the wholly clip volition just seemed to be quiet and watchful for the nigh percentage when he wasn't blithe and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, Will just managed to be both. The old man could always say the difference between a grin and a half-smirk with Dane, and now as he sat at the desk beside him, testament cleared his throat to inculpate the head"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

"I met person,"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 XII times before repeating the military action. This on top of a jittering left leg that just couldn't stay still.

"I'm a small interest 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 serial publication of summersault just to be caught in a powerful fist. The chief, Edgar Douglas Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing tool in his hand in the same manner as the young investigator.

"What seems to be the garboil, gentlemen ?"asked Chief Bolton. Will's laugh subdued but his amusement stayed present, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the stack of single file that he'd been shirking for the retiring hour. The honcho kept his gaze on the pen in his hand and waited for a response. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to arrive at him sweat like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The full precinct stopped to stare in their direction now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

"tranquillity, old man !"he hissed. This made the man laugh softly even more, but at to the lowest degree the harsh bellowing had ceased. headman Bolton remained immune to the bodily fluid in Dane's schoolboy crush.

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


"What kind of opportunity ?"Adrian smiled. That grin always made Dane find a few degrees colder than usual.

"One that we hope will let 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 group of former young men selected."

"So I guess I'll just sit here and staple shit together then,"chimed in Will. Dane smirked and rose from his arse to follow Adrian into his authority. foreman Bolton closed the doorway behind him and took a butt behind the generic wine wood desk decorated with nothing but a desktop electronic computer and a placard that read"chief Publius Aelius Hadrianus Bolton"in all capitalized letters. Dane sat across from him and tried not to recognize the fact that there was nothing personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of family members, pet, 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 age. 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 dedicated detective who I believe would be gross for this organization. With the proper training, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit get before he gathered his humor.

"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 dangers 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 humanity to live out their lives without the scrutiny and fear of those who simply did not realise. He knew that some were dangerous and got their kicks out of the excruciation of faint beingness, but those were few and far between that there was no motivation for grievous force out. However, the number of lore tool living in Cinder urban center was growing every year and from what Baron Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organization was looking to exterminate every cobbler's last one of them. Even himself if they ever found out that he was of the lore, but even he couldn't human body out what he was, or obtain any fauna like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this obliteration projection and wondered what kind of story Adrian had with the traditional knowledge.

Without skipping a beatnik, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Adrian managed to conceal his disappointment well but a muscle in his jaw ticked slightly in response.

"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 stern, beckoning his boss to uphold. Publius Aelius Hadrianus eyed him for a consequence and started again,"Two year ago, a grammatical case opened up about a little girl who was kidnapped on her way home from school. The girl, Emily Michael Gerald Tyson, was only six years old and had dreams of becoming a ballerina. constabulary searched for twenty-four hours for little Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the subway restrooms. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the airfoil."

"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 build of man. She escaped from them and was returned to her worrisome parents in the upper-middle course. Within a day of her homecoming, she brutally attacked her parents and ate her forefather alive. She had already eaten the entire lower one-half and the arms of her mother's live trunk when the police force raided the house. The men opened firing but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to demise in Cinder City General Hospital. Wendigos ; they always start with the hands."

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

"Because the people of Cinder metropolis are not safe, nor will they ever be until every end monster of nature is destroyed. There was no one there with the proper breeding to shoot down a hunger wendigo before it killed its parents and men with families. This city needs someone who has the grit to deplumate the trigger for the sake of those ineffectual to hold themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to take in –many multitude can't address the estimate that there are more serious things out there than the perverted, psychotic ice cream man selling flunitrazepan flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a strong young man who I know can arise up to the occasion to get a difference in the lives of the inexperienced person. Think about it, kid. This city needs you."With that, the chief swiveled his chair around to present the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to exit silently. As he reached the door, Adrian quickly added,"Be certainly 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 .