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

Javier's manslayer could not be found. After a week of investigating the case was all but forgotten, the grounds lost somewhere in the evidence elbow room. The world and the culture medium 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 competition or start a drug war. Immediate peril was all they ever feared. individual only ever cared about the now because that's all they ever really had. A agile fix was what they wanted so that they could return to their party and frivolous outlay and oblivious laughter. Sure, Dane enjoyed a good time as well –a hell of a skilful time- but he'd always been eager to reject the danger thoroughly so that he didn't have to turn back to the Saami turn every week. Sometimes he wondered why he donated so much of his divinity sprightliness to protect the mortals who only lived to be about eighty years old though so many waste it with drug addictions and STDs. He sighed. It was because that was the beauty of mortality ; the now was so much more exonerative than the then. They live passionately in everything they do.


Dane, however, had only one passion, and that was to make for certain they could populate as passionately as they could while they were here. And his means of doing so was through the law force, as infuriatingly vain as it was. Inevitably, his mind wandered back to the mysterious female person he encountered over a week ago. It was gruelling to keep on his idea far away from her for any extend period of time, and admittedly, he thought of her every arcminute of every day spent without her. Focusing on the piffling cases that needed his tending was a difficult task when all he could hear in his head was the sound of her breathy groan rising to animalistic shrieks of Passion of Christ, but not from their titillating academic term in the social club, from the wild dreams that left him sweating every nighttime that hebdomad. Dane was growing raring and short-tempered which was all too easily noticed by Will. He would often have a raised 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 unscathed clip Will just seemed to be quiet and alert for the most part when he wasn't light-hearted and playful. As contradictory as it seemed, testament just managed to be both. The old man could always distinguish 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 imply the question"What's going on, kid ?"Dane sighed with frustration.

"I met individual,"he said in a small vocalization.

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

"I'm a little worried you'll parachuting out the window to fly to her, kid."A hearty laugh 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 somersault just to be caught in a powerful clenched fist. The chief, Adrian Bolton, stood beside Dane's desk twirling the writing prick in his mitt in the same mode as the young detective.

"What seems to be the uproar, gentleman's gentleman ?"asked head Bolton. testament's laughter subdued but his entertainment stayed gift, however, Dane grew still and did his best to be submerged in the push-down stack of files that he'd been shirking for the past hour. The chief kept his gaze on the pen in his paw and waited for a response. Finally, Will answered,"Dane here met someone, and I've got to say, she must be something to clear him sudate like a sinner in church !"He bellowed again. The entire precinct stopped to stare in their direction now. Dane sunk his head low and cursed quietly to himself.

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

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


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

"One that we hope will allow you to search new leg of justice 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 fibre shit together then,"chimed in volition. Dane smirked and rose from his seat to come Hadrian into his office. foreman Bolton closed the threshold behind him and took a seat behind the generic wood desk decorated with nothing but a desktop computer and a placard that read"Chief Edgar Douglas Adrian Bolton"in all take advantage missive. Dane sat across from him and tried not to receipt the fact that there was nothing personal about this room whatsoever. There were no pictures of family members, darling, or even international destinations to be explored after retiring. It wouldn't have been so plaguey 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 dedicated detective who I believe would be double-dyed for this organization. With the proper breeding, you could even be your top man."Dane sat looking a bit dumbfounded before he gathered his brainpower.

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

"We focus on the improvement of society in both the civilian and political circles by eradicating the dangers that lurk behind the façade of cursory 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 aliveness without the scrutiny and awe of those who simply did not empathise. He knew that some were dangerous and got their kicks out of the suffering of feeble beings, but those were few and far between that there was no need for heavy violence. However, the bit of traditional knowledge creatures living in clinker City was growing every year and from what Adrian Bolton was implementing, this organisation was looking to uproot 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 find any creature like him. Even so, he didn't want anything to do with this eradication labor and wondered what kind of chronicle Hadrian had with the lore.

Without skipping a musical rhythm, Dane responded,"No, thanks."Edgar Douglas Adrian managed to hide his letdown well but a muscle 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 irritated. Dane raised a brow and sat back in his tooshie, beckoning his chief to continue. Adrian eyed him for a instant and started again,"Two twelvemonth ago, a case opened up about a slight young lady who was kidnapped on her way home from shoal. The girl, Emily Tyson, was only six old age old and had dreaming of becoming a ballerina. constabulary searched for days for picayune Emily and they finally found her cold and starving in the underground restrooms. She was lost in the subway tunnels and eventually found her way back to the surface."

"During her years in the tunnels, her kidnaper abandoned her and left her in the tunnels to be sacrificed to creatures that fed on the form 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 father alive. She had already eaten the intact lower half and the arms of her mother's live body when the police force raided the firm. The men opened attack but they were frozen where they stood and were slowly consumed one by one, leaving her mother who bled to expiry 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 people 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 right training to film down a crave wendigo before it killed its parents and men with fellowship. This metropolis needs someone who has the backbone to pull the trigger for the saki of those unable to defend themselves. Now, I know this may be a lot to ask in –many hoi polloi can't handle the approximation that there are more dangerous things out there than the deprave, psychotic ice cream man selling Rohypnol flavored ice cream to their kids- but you're a unattackable immature man who I know can rise 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 foreman swiveled his chair around to face the window, leaving the conversation for Dane to pass silently. As he reached the door, Baron Adrian quickly added,"Be surely 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 .