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You both get out of the shop. At Hawthorne's request you double check your weapons and belt. You give Hawthorne a thumbs up and he pops the trunk. "Grab a shotgun, when holding perimeter where there may be an active suspect I like to have superior fire power." He grabs his own and slings it over his shoulder. As you approach you notice two bodies facedown in the lot. A detective sits crouched over the body, pen in his hand poking at a stiff item emerging from the bodies back. He waves you over.
"Hawthorne, you old dog. Good to see you again." He smiles and gives Hawthorne a firm handshake.
"Detective Hans, this is my Rookie. Mark DeLucia. Officer DeLucia this is Detective Samuel Hans, former narcotic detective gone Gangland." He smiles and claps the shoulder of the Detective. "I'm guessing you have a job for my Rookie Sammy?" He smiles knowingly.
"Indeed I do Officer Hawthorne. Rookie, Your TO and I are gonna go secure the rear door. He's gonna be on duty there. You stay near the front and be contact for the next car that pulls up, as well I hope you have gloves because the items embedded in these suspects need to be recovered." He motions to the dead men and smiles. "Best of look Rookie." he chuckles as he walks away with Hawthorne. "Don't forget to bag em rookie. Nobody with a brain is coming out the front door so stay near the car and radio after you collect the evidence."
You sigh and watch as they head off, at the very least this is a good chance to see if you have any chops at being detective one day. May as well make the best of it. Slowly and carefully you remove the objects from the victims, short and stout but with sharpened perfect points. Crossbow bolts?
You hold the bolt in your gloved hand, illuminated by your cruiser headlights, it looks expensive. Whoever had this didn't get it at a sporting store. As you bag the bolt you feel something.
You stare at the door into the auto dealer's warehouse, it twists into a screaming mouth. A woman's scream pierces only your ears as you stare into the growing maw. All that waits inside is pain and terror. But the screaming goes silent. Everything is silent. You feel goosebumps brush against the rough wool of your uniform.
Someone is watching you. Somewhere.
>Rush to the car and get the radio, call for Hawthorne.
>Shake it off, this is more reality bleed from overuse earlier. You can't trust it.
>Prepare your shotgun and call out.
>Write In
