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>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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>>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. No.4351
>>4074>Longbow Hunting Supplies, Brooklyn
>An unmarked police car carefully pulls in across the road from the Longbow’s workshop, its two occupants getting out as the shadows start to lengthen around them.
>Checking his watch, the older detective gives the younger one a quizzical look.“You sure they’ll still be open?”
“I am, I phoned ahead when we got back to the office and the owner said he was having to keep it open for something anyway.”
“Looks like we might be lucky then, I should take a flight to Vegas.”
>The two reach the door of the workshop, with the younger man giving it a knock.Post too long. Click here to view the full text. No.4352
>>4351“Kid!”
>The older detective dives into the younger man, taking him out just in time for the bolt to miss, cutting his cheek open but otherwise avoiding any major damage, the bolt itself piercing into the brickwork.“Thanks. . .”
“No time for that kid, look!”
>The older man points over at the higher level, where a cloaked figure stands, holding their arm out to aim a crossbow at the younger detective. Shaking their head in annoyance, they lower their arm and turn around, their cloak covering up the rest of their features, and jump off the level to the bottom floor, running over to the building’s back entrance.“Looks like this was the place. . . you go ahead, I’ll call in backup - we’ll need it.”
“Right. . . yeah. . . got it.”
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>>4352>Slowing down for a moment to catch his breath, the younger detective looks over to see he’s rapidly losing the cloaked figure, and swears under his breath, speeding up to a sprint again.“I swear, if this is a Meta. . .”
>The figure turns a corner and runs down another alley, and the detective follows them, only to see that they’re scrambling up a fire escape to get away.
>Running towards the bottom of it, the detective jumps up some nearby trash and debris and leaps towards it with all his might, managing to grab onto the ladder with a painful thud before pulling himself up, taking a moment to catch his breath.“Come on, hard part’s over. . .”
>Looking up, the detective sees the figure disappear over the edge of the building and rushes over to the ladder of the fire escape, climbing up each storey until he makes it to the top of the frame, having to stop as a large gap between him and the roof of the building remains.
>Looking over the side of the building, the man jumps up, grabbing onto a brick that’s slightly out of place, and pulling himself further and further up, until he ends up lifting himself over the side of the roof.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.