No.307[Reply]
>Personal Log, 03.01.17:
"This city is sick, rotting from the inside as parasites from above and below suck it dry, causing the wounds to fester, to burst, leaving behind cancerous growths that weaken its fiber even more.
The people are blind to this, blind to the depravity hidden below the surface, but I, I am aware, and I know now how to cleanse this city. The answer is so simple now that I see it. . .
The city needs a butcher, someone willing to cut off the tumors, and I am that person, I have been chosen.
My friend comes to me at night, they chose me because I understand now, because my eyes have been opened. Because I have seen the message of my counterpart in the sanctuary.
One day, I hope that my work will be complete, but it is not, so my righteous task continues. . ."
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>>3462>NYPD 75th Precinct, Brooklyn
>The 75th Precinct is a flurry of activity as the cleanup from the night ends, and the new day’s work starts to get organised. In a hidden away corner of the main room, a detective’s station has been set up, where the two detectives from the crime scene have piled up a wide selection of potential evidence.“So kid, what you got for me?”
“Well, there wasn’t much to work with, no fingerprints, all the DNA at the scene matched the victims, MO didn’t match any open cases, but. . .”
>The younger detective draws the older man’s attention to a pinboard with a map of Brooklyn attached to it with several pins placed in locations across the borough.“I called in a few favors with some sporting goods suppliers I knew, got some information on the arrows from the scene.”
>The detective points at a sealed evidence bag with an arrow sealed within it.Post too long. Click here to view the full text. No.4071
>>4070“You’re making excellent progress, Ellie, when you started these sessions with Dr Hartman, you weren’t even willing to come to the office. . .”
>The woman from the apartment opens her eyes, sitting back in a comfortable chair, a woman with black hair and wearing dark, tinted glasses sitting opposite her. A quick glance across the room brings a glass tank to her attention, a large spider relaxing within, the arachnid lazily moving about as it eats some kind of food that has been placed within the tank for it.“The tank. . .”
“Oh. Do you have arachnophobia? I can cover it if you want.”
“No. . . no, it’s ok Dr Zhi, I was just. . . interested.”
“It’s Miss Zhi, unfortunately, although I would personally prefer if you called me Sying, I prefer to maintain a level of trust with my patients, it helps keep this office a safe place.”
“Oh. . .”
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>>4071>Moench’s, Brooklyn Heights
>The two detectives walk into an upscale sporting goods store, their clothing making them look out of place between all of the highly specialised sporting equipment. Noticing a retail assistant working on restocking some shelves, the younger detective waves her over.“Hello miss, we were wondering if we could speak to Mr Moench. . .”
>The retail assistant goes to come up with some excuse, stopping as the detective pulls out a wallet, letting it fall open to reveal an ID within.“. . .we’re with the NYPD, we just need to ask him a few questions.”
“O-oh. . . right, yeah, he’s just in the back room, I’ll get him. . .”
>The retail assistant practically scampers away, heading to the back of the store.Post too long. Click here to view the full text. No.4073
>>4072>Mr Moench leads the two detectives off to the side to a small office, barely big enough to fit the three of them, locking the door behind them.“So, detectives, what’dya need to ask about?”
“You seen the news today, Mr Moench?”
“You on about those horrible murders? You don’t think that was me do you?”
>The younger detective shakes his head, indicating for Mr Moench to calm down with a hand gesture.“Nothing like that Mr Moench, we assure you, we just think the murderer might’ve used something from your store as a murder weapon.”
>The colour drains from Mr Moench’s face/Post too long. Click here to view the full text. No.4074
>>4073>Ellie’s Apartment, Brooklyn
>Ellie stumbles into the apartment as she opens the front door with her shoulder, having gone to get some groceries on the way home from her therapy appointment, her other hand occupied with her phone as she holds it against her ear, listening to her voicemail:“Hey Ellie, it’s me, Sam, hope this is still your number. Just phoning because I’m heading back to the city soon, and. . . I know we left things off in an awkward spot back in the day, but I would like to. . . just call and text me if you get this, ok Ellie? I want to see you again.”
>As the message finishes, Ellie puts her shopping bag down, locking her door, and goes to phone the number back, only to stop as the lighting in the room dims once again.“I have found new targets, you need to prepare.”
“It’s not night time yet, it’s not your time yet.”
>The disembodied voice scoffs.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.