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A task in opal; What the hell is this?
Topic Started: Mar 14 2014, 10:52 AM (40 Views)
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Jack woke up with a start, the scream in his nightmare resolving to the ringing of a phone. He rolled to his right side, reached for the phone and realized that he was searching on the wrong side. Cursing, he rolled to the other side, fumbled about, found the phone, pulled the receiver, dropped it, cursed someone more and finally managed to get hold of it. "who the hell is this?" he growled. He had a pretty good idea who it was, but no reason to be polite at this hour. "uh, what the fuck you want, Flaco. You know what time it is?" He also was pretty sure he knew what Flaco wanted, only one reason to call at this time, but he was now committed to ruin someone else's night. "uh, can't the rookie do that? Sounds like the kind of shit he enjoys... Aha, yeah, no, I know but I don't care... fuck! okay fine, I'll be there. God damn it, what did I just say? Yes I'll see you there." jack slammed down the receiver hard, hopefully hard enough to give Flaco some tinnitus for the rest of the night. That put a smile on his face.

He changed, slowly, cursing the entire time. He hate the entire arrangement, this hotchpotch of failures and bad luck. he hated his gut that get in the way of getting his shoes on, his job, his house, his ex-wife, and he hated his partner - no, that wasn't true - he respected the man, but did he need to sound so fucking damn chirpy in the middle of the night? But he did hate the boy that the agency had given them to baby sit. Obnoxious little shite. No matter how good he was he should show some respect, some God damn deference, to his betters. Arrogant Fuck. Jack was looking forward to the day Junior met a wall and broke all his teeth. It would happen eventually. It had happened to everyone in this job.

Walking to his car, Jack checked his pack, only 4 smokes left and the new pack in the car, better stop at the gas station and stock up, and maybe get some whiskey while he was at it, Jack thought. After all, it was still technically after 5 and he was going to need his game face back on.

He rolled off the drive way and not for the first time thought if he should just drive ahead and off the cliff when he reached the curve. Maybe next time, when Junior asked him for a lift again, as a final good deed. The thought stayed with him all the way to the gas station.

It had started to rain when Jack came out of the gas station, 4 pack of cigarettes in one hand and the whiskey bottle already opened and missing about a third of its contents on the other. The roads were slick, Jack took that as an excuse to drive even more slowly. He meandered thought the city, slowly finding his was to the pier. Most of the streets were empty at this time, specially this far out the city proper. The last few months had seen a spike in Insanity Activities and the common folk were scared. It suited Jack fine.

He finally reached the pier. he turned left from the main road and into a side lane with warehouses flanking both sides. The place was tinted yellow, with psychedelic streaks of red and blue flickering in and out of existence from all the police cars parked outside the first two warehouses nearer to the main road. The lights threw the shadows on the edge of the circle of light on a frenetic mad dance and a little voice in Jack's head scream at them to stop fucking around. He took a swing from the half empty whiskey bottle. A little bit further down the road, Jack saw a bunch of men in blue needlessly crammed under the temporary command post, trying to get away from the rain which was already letting up. He started to roll down his window, already a half baked insult about policemen and rain and baths forming in his head when it occurred to him that perhaps they weren't huddling because of the rain. Jack rolled up his window back up.

He rode past a few more warehouses, the street growing darker and the shadows calmer until he saw a figure standing under one of the streetlights.

Flaco was standing stoically under the light drizzle, 5 cops fanned out behind him, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. Flaco was speaking, to himself probably, but the cops could overhear him and that abnormal morbidity in all humans that does not let us look away from an accident held them riveted with each word. Jack parked his car in the middle of the street, got out and flipped Ezequiel the bird who returned the greeting with his sane hand.

"Hey, Flaco were you murmuring the case notes to yourself? I'm guessing that this is a good one, plenty of blood and gore if I am reading the faces of your audience right"
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Ven y míralo tu mismo. Si no fuera porque encontramos a un par de ratas peleándose lo que quedo de la verga del pobre diablo aún no estaría discutiendo con el forense si la masa de carne que encontraron en la entrada de la bodega 17 era hombre o mujer. O al menos, humano. - dijo Ezequiel mientras apretaba una y otra vez una pequeña pelota de caucho con su mano derecha.

¿El mocoso? - preguntó Jack tratando de esconder una sonoriza burlona.

Sí.. Arthur.. el mocoso... - dijo respondió Ezequiel apretando su juguete con mayor fuerza y maldiciendo algo en voz baja.

¿Y donde esta él? - preguntó Jack.

La última vez que lo vi estaba en la escena del crimen tomándose fotos con el cadáver. El "señorito" se cree modelo y le ha dicho al fotógrafo de la poli que quería una de cuerpo completo para enseñársela a la puta de su novia. O novias... no se y no me importa. Si quiere tomarse una desnudo y metérsela por el culo al cura de su parroquia, ese no es mi problema. - maldijo Ezequiel guardándose la pelotita en el bolsillo derecho de su gabardina.

Jack sabía que su colega estaba al límite por lo que guardó silencio y se limitó a seguirlo hasta llegar a la escena del crimen. Algunas veces´la mejor forma de ser solidario en este trabajo era simplemente cerrar la boca. Lo que vio a continuación era ciertamente grotesto. "El flaco" no había exagerado al decir que la victima había quedado irreconocible. Apenas si era un poco más que una mancha de sangre escurrida y salpicada de tripas y huesos.

La víctima fue encontrada aquí hace apenas una hora pero creemos que el cuerpo ha estado expuesto al menos 3 horas. La carne desgarrada ha empezado a mostrar los primeros signos de descomposición y la sangre se ha pegado al pavimento. No preguntes por su cabeza. Sabemos que eso que esta ahí son sus sesos pero no encontramos el cráneo. - dijo Ezequiel pensativo mientra re-examinaba la escena nuevamente en busca de alguna pista que pudiera haber pasado por alto.

¡Es como si lo hubiera atacado un oso! ¡UNO MUY GRANDE!- dijo uno de los dos oficiales que Jack había visto al llegar.

UN OSO... ¿En serio? - dijo Ezequiel indignado al ver que los dos inspectores seguían ahí.

Jack se cruzó de brazos rescóstando su cuerpo sobre el poste de luz más cercano. Esto iba a estar bueno.

¿Y lo has deducido tu solo o te ha ayudado tu amigo? Debió tomarles toda la noche llegar a esa conclusión, pero... si esto lo ha hecho un PUTO oso. como ustedes dicen... ¿donde están las huellas, las marcas de zarpas, pelo, rastro de depredación, baba o o al menos marcas de dientes? - Ezequiel hizo una pausa y respiró profundo tratando de ignorar aquel último comentario.

Debemos iniciar "protocolos de silencio" y eliminar la evidencia. - interrumpió Jack.

Los inspectores guardaron silencio por un breve momento.

¿Y cual va a ser la versión oficial? - preguntó uno de los inspectores.

¡NO LO SÉ! La gente desaparece y ya. Quizá se fue de putas a Las Vegas y lo asaltaron. Ustedes, los polis, son buenos para inventar idioteces. Se lo llevaron unos extraterrestres en su globo meteorológico... me da lo mismo. ¡SOLO HÁGANLO! - gritó Ezequiel a todo pulmón mientras corría alos agentes con las manos como quien ahuyenta a un gato de su tinaco de basura antes de empezar a lanzarle piedras.

Los dos agentes, y con mucho respeto y un rostro lleno de indignación, se dieron la vuelta y dejaron a Jack y al "flaco" solos con la victima.

¡Estas drogado! ¿Con qué mierda fue esta vez? ¿Otro de esos "cócteles" de heroína? - preguntó Jack.

Nada de eso... solo he bebido un poco antes de que me llamaran del cuartel. ESO TODO. - respondió Ezequiel. Mi límite es de 3 copas de brabdy por estupido y esas ya se las hecho Arthur al pico.
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Jack was pissed off. That wasn't anything unusual, but seeing how unfruitful this was added that handful of salt in the wound of waking-up-so-fucking-early needed.

"So? We go now, right?" Jack asked, holding the leash of his anger.

Ezequiel looked back at him, took the toy back from his pocked, and after squishing it a couple of times, answered. "No. We have to see if Arthur has found anything." He let out a heavy sight after that.

Jack cursed the night, the rain, the beautiful stars and even concepts that haven't crossed his mind before. Both of them knew perfectly well that the brat would be just fooling around and they would waste even more time for nothing, and that was something they were already feed of. "Where is he?" - he asked, trying to control the volume of his voice.

"He went to inspect the nearby alleys. You know, in case of some fucking whore has some clue in the deepest part of her throat." Ezequiel replied sarcastically. If there was something good about Arthur is that he gave them something to hate in common. Both of them went where Ezequiel was expecting him to be, cursing all the way.

It didn't took them to long. After enjoying a walk through stinky alleys and the cold coming from the sea, they found Arthur leaning on his back against a wall. The lower half of his body was serviced by a young girl, probably no older than 16 years. A silly gesture of pleasure was drawn on his face. Jack was pretty sure that it was the face of someone who needs a fucking punch through his skull and he felt really generous, but Ezequiel convinced him to hold back, even when he got the same message.

"What the FUCK are you doing?" Jack asked angrily, keeping some distance to avoid chocking him by accident. "Agh! dammit!" - The young man jumped in surprise, pushing the girl away and placing his parts inside his pants again. After fixing himself, he replied with confidence "I'm just taking a break, chill out wouldn't you?".

Jack turned around uncorking the bottle of whiskey "Flaco... you talk with him" he said before gulping from it.

Ezequiel raised his face and asked "I knew that this was going to happen, I even joked about it, I'm really not surprised, but I will ask you anyway; WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THE MIDDLE OF AN INVESTIGATION, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!??". The girl was scared of his reaction. Feeling that she was in danger, she asked Arthur to pay her.

"Pay? the hell are you talking about? You weren't able to make me finish, I wouldn't pay for a half assed BJ?" - Arthur said, as if he were the victim here. The girl, even scared, insisted on her payment. Stressed, Ezequiel searched in his pocket and took out a 10 dollar bill and tossed it to the girl. "Scram..." He said, in a really dry voice, not even looking at her. She picked the money from the floor and fleet the place.

"Let's go." Ezequiel said once again, turning around. "Wait, don't you want to see what I found out?" Arthur asked with an air of importance. Ezequiel lowered his head again and said in a loud tone "I already know how to make a whore suck my cock. Now will you move your fucking ass?". "Wow, watch your mouth grandpa, that's how you talk to the only of us that has find clues to this crime?". Ezequiel tilted his head to the right, then to the left, almost as if trying to digest with his brain what he just heard.

"Jack, you heard that? The boy found a clue" Ezequiel said in a monotone intonation. He had to repeat it a couple more of times, since Jack was humming something while enjoying his whiskey, doing his best to ignore the situation. "What did you find?" Jack asked very skeptical, while lighting another cigarette.

"Well, this" He pointed a strange hole in a nearby wall. There were also some fresh scratches above it.

"Well, there you go. A hole was the culprit, I don't know how I didn't see that coming, since the holes in the walls are so aggressive during this seasons. Almost like bears!" Ezequiel said. Jack bursted in laughter, this was just what he needed to hear.

"You shouldn't be laughing, that's not all. Check that" Arthur pointed his flashlight to the opposite wall, a few meters above. A similar hole with similar markings could be seen. This time Ezequiel changed his expression, and jack cut abruptly his laugh, as if he just remembered how pissed he was. "And I guess you found something else that is ACTUALLY relate to this case, right?" Jack asked. "Yes, that" Arthur replied with a smirk, pointing the flashlight to the wall behind them. In a corner of the fire escapes, about five or six skulls could be seen. Some of them had chucks of meat and hair stuck on them, other were cracked in some places. The ones in the lower part of the pile showed signs of decomposition.

"And?" Arthur asked, as if he just solved the world's hunger problem.
Edited by Cao13, Aug 9 2014, 12:16 AM.
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