Following a call from Dr. Abdul Walid, you find yourselves at the Royal Surrey County Hospital in Guildford, asking directions to the morgue. After a few flashes of your ID, you are shown to a changing room to change into sterile scrubs and PPE. Following the signs you walk through a number of security doors and down increasingly quiet corridors. By the time you reach the entrance to the mortuary, all is silent.
When the door opens, however, a sonorous baritone fills the air. In the room beyond, a large bald man hums tunelessly to himself while pulling a white sheet over a pale corpse. As you enter the lab he looks up - a wide, friendly smile visible behind the perspex shield that covers his broad face.
“Ah, you must be the special police!” he rumbles. “My friend Dr. Walid said you’d be coming. He was very cagey about what you do exactly… so many questions... but not today alas! I am Dr. Aaron Friedman, this poor fellow is Karl Chichester and this…” he moves aside to reveal a blue-grey blob lying on a clinical trolley, “...is his brain.”
If you've never attended a post mortem before, please make a CON roll. |