"What do you think I'm doing here?" Araiah asked back, planting hands on her hips. She shifted her gaze behind the glasses between Ladydick and the SAINT agents. With a 'hmph' noise, she cocked her hip to one side and held out a weighing hand, explaining, "I'm trying to get some work done despite the efforts of my superiors who seem determined to deem our last case as a failure. To the point of keeping me from leading my squad and putting it in the hands of--"
Ariah swept both hands over to Ladydick, who was looking genuinely disappointed already, "Some kinda' film-noir celebrity."
Ladydick sighed and responded in as nice of a tone as he could muster for his fellow lieutenant. "Listen, Araiah, I won't tell anyone you were here, but you gotta go."
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As soon as Trudy opened the door, the worst smell poured into her nose. The warehouse was already smelly, thick with the scent of blood and death, but the back of the van had a different smell. Decomposition. The beam of the flashlight crossed over the body in due time, a cache of dead flesh that'd gone unnoticed by the original investigation team. The body in question had been stripped of its armor, and left to succumb to its wounds. Wounds it'd recieved, as a grim-looking Nepleslian man, on the day the van had been used to attack the mayor's entourage. Other than the corpse, there were a few grimy Fatboy rifles and a broken datapad littering the inside of the vehicle.
Ariah swept both hands over to Ladydick, who was looking genuinely disappointed already, "Some kinda' film-noir celebrity."
Ladydick sighed and responded in as nice of a tone as he could muster for his fellow lieutenant. "Listen, Araiah, I won't tell anyone you were here, but you gotta go."
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As soon as Trudy opened the door, the worst smell poured into her nose. The warehouse was already smelly, thick with the scent of blood and death, but the back of the van had a different smell. Decomposition. The beam of the flashlight crossed over the body in due time, a cache of dead flesh that'd gone unnoticed by the original investigation team. The body in question had been stripped of its armor, and left to succumb to its wounds. Wounds it'd recieved, as a grim-looking Nepleslian man, on the day the van had been used to attack the mayor's entourage. Other than the corpse, there were a few grimy Fatboy rifles and a broken datapad littering the inside of the vehicle.