Thankfully the driver seems to pay his passengers no mind. He puts on the radio and drives them to their destination. If any of them ask, he reveals it to be the Post Office in the city's university district. Other than that, he doesn't talk much, and when they arrive he lets them out around the back of the place before driving away.
The man they meet is in his forties. Slightly overweight, he's balding and dressed conservatively in a post office dress shirt and a pair of khakis.
"
Hi, thanks for coming," He smiles nervously and extends his hand. "
I'm Inspector David Baldwin. If we go inside I can reveal to you all why you're here." He takes them through the back, though the loading docks and letter sorting area to a snack room for the employees. A small hand held freezer is sitting on a table. It's currently closed, and while Baldwin goes to open it the agents see another man standing nearby. He's older, a senior citizen with sharp gray hair and weathered features, but his eyes are still sharp and completely devoid of emotion. The way he stands at attention suggests a career in the military or law enforcement.
"
Call me Drake." He offers, his voice that of a heavy smoker. "I
've heard your cell has made a bit of a name for itself, which is why I've called you in." He looks to
Andre. "
Heard good things about you as well- that you're cool under pressure. I certainly hope that's the case. Baldwin here is a friend of ours.So when he saw what he did he made the very wise decision to reach out to us. I'll let him tell it to you himself."
Baldwin takes out a large shipping box from inside the freezer. It's been taped close but was clearly already been opened, and looks a bit worse for wear; there are towels underneath it, upon which a bright blue fluid is leaking.
"
One of my colleagues found this box leaking yesterday and noticed the chemical. It smelled oily, so we called the bomb squad in. They x-rayed it, and found out all it was was the head of a dog wrapped in some cold packs. Unpleasant, but not a threat, at least. Inspector Richard Rafferty opened it after they left to see what it was-- we thought it was some sort of, I dunno, prank, or something. We get them sometimes."
Drake clears his throat, and
Baldwin gets the message.
"
So uh, he opened it." He opens the box in turn and pulls out the dog's severed head, that of a German Shepard. It's still moving, its eyes completely bloodshot and filled with rage as it squirms about.Its right eye is blasted away by a bullet wound. There is a wound in the skull which has exposed the brain tissue. The jawbone was shot out of its right hinge. Even so, its jaw muscles jerk spasmodically. The flesh of the bloodless stump is stained faintly blue, as is the exposed brain tissue. By all accounts it should be dead, but it's not. It chomps on air, again and again.
OOC: San rolls for everyone, 0/1d6 unnatural. |
Jose was oddly fine about the whole thing.