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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4785659" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Wild Hunt: Part 6 – Bad Dog</strong></p><p></p><p>It was nearly two in the morning when Jim-Bean and Hammer arrived at the crime scene where Collins was attacked.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean yawned and stretched as they got out of the car. “Can’t we investigate this tomorrow morning?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer shook his head. “The killer’s moving fast. We can’t spare the time. Besides, do you even sleep anymore?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, I sleep,” said Jim-Bean, irritated. “I just don’t…look, I sleep okay?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer leaned down and scanned the crime scene with his cistron. It beeped. </p><p></p><p>“Interesting.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Jim-Bean, peering over his shoulder. </p><p></p><p>“Footprints.” The cistron analyzed the footprints. “Size 11 shoe. A dress shoe.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer followed the tracks via the cistron’s night vision optics, the subsequent image illuminating his face with an eerie dark green glow. </p><p></p><p>A muddy, litter-strewn alley showed that the person seemed to walk toward a wall. Then the tracks stopped.</p><p></p><p>“Weird, he ran towards this wall here and then stopped and turned…” Hammer turned to follow the trail. The trail continued to a blind comer of the alley. “And the tracks end right here.”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe he climbed up?” asked Jim-Bean. “It’s a corner after all.”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe,” said Hammer. “Or maybe he travels through corners.”</p><p></p><p>“Tindalosians,” said Jim-Bean. “That’s right, didn’t Morrow cover up every corner of his mansion because he thought they could come after him that way?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer nodded, distracted. “Yeah, but I’ve got something more important.” He reached down and picked up a crumpled up hat in one corner of the alley. “I think this is the killer’s.”</p><p></p><p>“Only one way to find out.” Jim-Bean picked up the old, wide-brimmed black fedora and concentrated.</p><p></p><p>Something barked in his face. He stumbled backwards as a long, lean canine form oozed out of the corner of the alley. Bluish pus coated the thing. The flowing, dripping integument gave it a half-formed appearance. Beneath the goo, was the indistinct form of a very large greyhound.</p><p></p><p>It advanced on Jim-Bean, snarling.</p><p></p><p>Hammer drew both Glocks and sprayed the back of the beast. Some of the bullets passed right through it. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean backed up and drew his own Glock, firing into the things face. It crouched and then shifted sideways, so quickly that it became a zig-zagging blue blur. A searing hot pain pierced his shoulder. Jim-Bean screamed and fell backwards.</p><p></p><p>The hound was atop him, its long, snake-like tongue darting towards his forehead. Hammer hesitated firing, lest the bullets pass right through the thing and kill his companion. But if he didn’t fire Jim-Bean was as good as dead.</p><p></p><p>With a yelp, the hound was blasted to the side into a bluish mist. </p><p></p><p>Archive, magical pistol still smoking, lowered his weapon. “Sorry I’m late guys.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4785659, member: 3285"] [b]Wild Hunt: Part 6 – Bad Dog[/b] It was nearly two in the morning when Jim-Bean and Hammer arrived at the crime scene where Collins was attacked. Jim-Bean yawned and stretched as they got out of the car. “Can’t we investigate this tomorrow morning?” Hammer shook his head. “The killer’s moving fast. We can’t spare the time. Besides, do you even sleep anymore?” “Yes, I sleep,” said Jim-Bean, irritated. “I just don’t…look, I sleep okay?” Hammer leaned down and scanned the crime scene with his cistron. It beeped. “Interesting.” “What?” asked Jim-Bean, peering over his shoulder. “Footprints.” The cistron analyzed the footprints. “Size 11 shoe. A dress shoe.” Hammer followed the tracks via the cistron’s night vision optics, the subsequent image illuminating his face with an eerie dark green glow. A muddy, litter-strewn alley showed that the person seemed to walk toward a wall. Then the tracks stopped. “Weird, he ran towards this wall here and then stopped and turned…” Hammer turned to follow the trail. The trail continued to a blind comer of the alley. “And the tracks end right here.” “Maybe he climbed up?” asked Jim-Bean. “It’s a corner after all.” “Maybe,” said Hammer. “Or maybe he travels through corners.” “Tindalosians,” said Jim-Bean. “That’s right, didn’t Morrow cover up every corner of his mansion because he thought they could come after him that way?” Hammer nodded, distracted. “Yeah, but I’ve got something more important.” He reached down and picked up a crumpled up hat in one corner of the alley. “I think this is the killer’s.” “Only one way to find out.” Jim-Bean picked up the old, wide-brimmed black fedora and concentrated. Something barked in his face. He stumbled backwards as a long, lean canine form oozed out of the corner of the alley. Bluish pus coated the thing. The flowing, dripping integument gave it a half-formed appearance. Beneath the goo, was the indistinct form of a very large greyhound. It advanced on Jim-Bean, snarling. Hammer drew both Glocks and sprayed the back of the beast. Some of the bullets passed right through it. Jim-Bean backed up and drew his own Glock, firing into the things face. It crouched and then shifted sideways, so quickly that it became a zig-zagging blue blur. A searing hot pain pierced his shoulder. Jim-Bean screamed and fell backwards. The hound was atop him, its long, snake-like tongue darting towards his forehead. Hammer hesitated firing, lest the bullets pass right through the thing and kill his companion. But if he didn’t fire Jim-Bean was as good as dead. With a yelp, the hound was blasted to the side into a bluish mist. Archive, magical pistol still smoking, lowered his weapon. “Sorry I’m late guys.” [/QUOTE]
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