mmh... did he drive with us here?
You said "weathers and I exit the wagon" but did you see that or just assumed like "we are ready"?

Ugh. Right, he's kind of getting tiresome now. I wanted to like him, teach the kid the tricks of the trade, etc. but he's just been a liability.
If he hasn't been kidnapped at the very least when you get back to your previous position you've seriously gotta request a new partner.
So yeah, go back to where you got in the truck/van.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/07/28(Sun)10:10 No. 528747 ID: 9f5a86
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> Did he even get in the car when we picked up the guy we escorted?

Yes, he did. He also left the convoy with me when we got here.

> Ask the driver if he can hold on a few minutes, you have to get your partner.
> WELP! Let's go find him.

I tell the driver that I have to look for my lost pal. I'm getting pretty frustrated with Weathers at this point. I go into the factory again and look literally everywhere, asking some workers around if there's a chance they might've seen them. Unfortunately, no one has and I cannot locate him. I leave the factory fuming, and then decide to look around the exterior.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/07/28(Sun)10:10 No. 528748 ID: 9f5a86
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Very luckily, I find the kid behind the factory, just standing there.

"Weathers!" I shout to him. He doesn't respond. Naturally, I'd just give him a good ass-chewing right then and there, but something about this whole situation doesn't feel right.

>>528748
Weathers has his weapon drawn.

he has his weapon out, how good a shot are you? may need to shoot his hand to keep him from shooting himself

...didn't try his comm first thing. The cops don't have radios. Man that's going to fuck us over.

Although I guess it doesn't matter in this particular case if he's non-responsive.

>>528748
...he's got a weapon out, in his left hand, too. Careful. If something's wrong here it could go badly very quickly.

No chewing out, approach him, see what the hell is going on and how he reacts.

Shoot him then hide the body in that conveniently placed trash can.
OR rush and disarm him, no point being sneaky you already called him.

Bet my ass this isn't right, approach him. Slowly.
His gun is out, not a good sign.
Grab his gun if you can.

have your weapon ready as he has his out and slowly move in and ask him what's wrong. If you can get close enough try and take his gun away and try and get a look at his face.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/07/29(Mon)09:10 No. 529071 ID: 9f5a86
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> No chewing out, approach him, see what the hell is going on and how he reacts.
> Bet my ass this isn't right, approach him. Slowly.
> have your weapon ready as he has his out and slowly move in and ask him what's wrong. If you can get close enough try and take his gun away and try and get a look at his face.

I see that he has his pistol out. I question the whereabouts of his rifle. I slowly approach him and he still doesn't budge or even flinch. I wonder to myself if he's even breathing.

I get close enough to Weathers to be able to snatch his pistol. He has a very weak grip on it, so taking it is easy. I get a look at his face.

"Weathers, what the hell is wrong with you?" I ask quietly, but with a stern huff. What the hell IS wrong with him?

>>529071
Flick his cheek. If there's no reaction, he might be going through something similar to what you did with that feranthro earlier. Might want to just drag him into the truck, perhaps call in a medical unit to see if they cant figure out whats up.

Hand on his shoulder. Can you get a response? ...is he actually looking at something up there?

If we can't get a response but he can be lead, I guess we get him back on the transport, and back to base. Get him checked out if her doesn't snap out of it.

snap your fingers a few times to see if that gets his attion and failing that give him a quick smack across the head. Also what is he looking at?

Look where he's looking. Be prepared to react to something fucking crazy.

>>529082
>>529107
>>529207

Yeah, you should totally touch him just like you touched that feranthro. I'm sure it'll go over swimmingly.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/07/31(Wed)12:16 No. 529938 ID: 9f5a86
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> Look where he's looking. Be prepared to react to something fucking crazy.
> Also what is he looking at?

I become suddenly curious as to what Weathers' eyes are glued to. I follow his gaze and...

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/07/31(Wed)12:16 No. 529939 ID: 9f5a86
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I can hear Weathers groan and shuffle around beside me, even though I'm trying to comprehend what I just saw. The figure has walked out of view just about as quickly as I turned my head upward to see it.

"Wh-what the hell? What happened?" Weathers says in a drawl.

I don't know. You were locked up in trance or something. Feranthro was up there.

C'mon, let's get the hell out of here.

You where starring a Feranthro like you where in a trance, now come on we can talk about on the ride home. Our ride is probably going to leave us if we stay here any longer.

"You keep falling into a trance." Was that the same Furanthro from the news? Did they replay that footage past from when you saw it and Weathers? Is that why Weathers was hooked onto the TV for so long?

Ask him if the news showed him a creepy looking Furanthro around the time you found him watching TV.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/01(Thu)13:44 No. 530410 ID: 9f5a86
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I snap out of it and gaze at Weathers.

"Oh, um. You looked like you were in a trance or something. Weren't you by my side?" I ask him.

"Yeah, but...everything turned weird when we went into that factory. I noticed something and my vision started to kinda blur. Now I'm here..."

I look back up at the cliff top. It wasn't just some feranthro. That looked like the same damn one I've seen three times now. It sent a chill down my spine, the prospect of this thing watching my every move.

"So that's all you remember? You don't know what happened between then and now?"

"I can't remember a thing, no."

"Well, c'mon. Let's get out of here. Where's your rifle?" I question while we walk back to the convoy. Weathers pats himself everywhere, looking shocked. I sigh in response to this. "We don't have much more time to look for it. I'll see if you can get issued another."

My mind can't stray from this whole thing with the feranthro, no matter how hard I try to just think of something else.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/01(Thu)13:44 No. 530411 ID: 9f5a86
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We head on back to the upper market section of the Middle City and resume our patrol. It's getting close to break time and I'm starving. I look over at Weathers and notice he's been very quiet and pensive. I nudge him.

"Hey, it's nearing break time. You want to get something to eat?" Weathers nods. "Any specific place?"

"Anywhere's fine with me," he says, shrugging. There are tons of humble little restaurants in this part of the city, all serving different sorts of foods. I wonder what I'm in the mood for.

> Did they replay that footage past from when you saw it and Weathers? Is that why Weathers was hooked onto the TV for so long?

This could also be a good opportunity to relax a bit and talk to Weathers about certain things like this.

go somewhere that isn't to expensive and gives you enough privacy to have privet conversations without worrying about someone overhearing you. Oh and at some point during your break see if you can't drop off the flash drive for your friend, just put it in a small box or a envelope or something.

Might as well eat, yeah.

>losing police issued firearm while on duty
Dang. Okay, that jumps out at me as the worst part of this whole mess. Mind games are one thing- that is a tangible fuckup with real world consequences.

...no point on berating the kid for it, not his fault if something messed with his head.

How about soup for lunch? Its cheap, filling and comes in a plethora of flavors.

Ask Weathers where is he from and why he joined the force before start talking about the feranthros.

Once you find somewhere to eat get his story about how he entered the force, motivations for entering etc.
See if you can figure out if he's particularly good at anything too.

>Lost rifle
Call it in. Right. Fucking. Now. Getting shit for losing your weapon and having a bunch of cops turn up to find and recover it is nothing compared to the shit of covering it up and waking up to "<popular figure> assassinated with police weapon" and it being traced back to you.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/04(Sun)02:21 No. 531320 ID: 9f5a86
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I almost forget. I pull out Weather's pistol and hand it over to him. I can't believe I let him walk around unarmed for this amount of time.

"Oh, um, thanks," he says.

"When you were in your trance, I had to take precautions," I explain, to which he nods in understanding.

> Call it in. Right. Fucking. Now. Getting shit for losing your weapon and having a bunch of cops turn up to find and recover it is nothing compared to the shit of covering it up and waking up to "<popular figure> assassinated with police weapon" and it being traced back to you.

Oh, of course. See, this whole damn thing is enveloping me, the confusion causing me to sway from more important matters like this. I pull out my radio, which I probably could've used back at the factory...but at the time didn't really think about it. Either way, Weathers probably wouldn't have responded. I call in headquarters and inform them of the missing weapon.

"HQ, we've got a lost firearm. Last known location, Level 2, around the steel factory. Firearm is a Visage A-3 Assault Rifle." After a long process of providing further descriptions they drain out of me, HQ finally agrees to send someone out. Now that that's over with, we head out to get some chow.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/04(Sun)02:22 No. 531321 ID: 9f5a86
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> How about soup for lunch? Its cheap, filling and comes in a plethora of flavors.

Great idea! We go to a soup restaurant I've been to in my first deployment in the Middle. It's a nice, cozy little place, much like every other restaurant in this part of the island.

We get our meal and dig in. While we eat, I take this opportunity to ask him some questions.

> Ask Weathers where is he from and why he joined the force before start talking about the feranthros.

"So, Weathers, what made you want to join the force?" I ask him.

"Well, uhh, I actually wanted to get into the medical division. I wanted to patch people up and save lives, you know? I wasn't cut out for all the requirements, but I still wanted to get into either the military or police force, and here I am."

"Oh, I see. Sorry that you didn't make it."

"It's fine. I'm still happy I at least got into the force. It's really stressful already, but..."

"Hey, that's common when you're a rookie and you get sent down here almost immediately, I understand." Weathers chuckles timidly, looking away.

> See if you can figure out if he's particularly good at anything too.

"Did you...or do you still have any hobbies?" I ask.

"Well..." he trails off and his eyes wander. "No, I don't think I do. I guess that's another reason I just...I don't know. I thought the force would be best for me."

"You sure? You don't have anything you're really good at?" It's weird I ask him this considering I don't have much I'm good at either.

"Um," he smiles nervously and shrinks back, "video games?" I laugh in response to this.

"Hey, nothing wrong with that!" He laughs too. I'm glad I've lifted his spirits a bit. Weathers seems to be less tense now. Anything else I should ask him?

so what made him pick the police over the military and how is he finding his job so far?

>>531322
Well, i would imagine it being the militia filled almost entirely with douchebags. But we may as well ask.

Now you could start shifting the conversation towards the feranthros. Start by mentioning that this was the third time we have seen 'glowy eyes', the feranthro that had Weathers hypnotized.
Might just be a coincidence or it might be following us.

Also tell him that you bumped into inspector Massey at breakfast and she seemed nicer off-duty, but she mentioned something about having trouble sleeping and hearing voices.
If Weathers is having the same symptoms he might be more willing to talk about them if he knows he is not the only one with them.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/05(Mon)23:49 No. 531867 ID: 9f5a86
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> so what made him pick the police over the military and how is he finding his job so far?

I ease into him a little more.

"So what made you choose the force over the military?"

"Well, I just realized the military is rough. Even after all the things I have to go through to get in, I'll probably still be treated like dirt. I mean, most of the soldiers I meet are just a bunch of dicks." I laugh in response to this.

"I understand that."

"Yeah, so I just thought the police would suit me better. I haven't been in long, but I do like it."

> Now you could start shifting the conversation towards the feranthros. Start by mentioning that this was the third time we have seen 'glowy eyes', the feranthro that had Weathers hypnotized. Might just be a coincidence or it might be following us.

We continue to eat and I go into a bit of a deeper topic.

"So, the feranthros," I begin. Weathers takes a sip of his drink while gluing his eyes on me. "When you were hypnotized, I noticed that feranthro."

"What feranthro?"

"It's a female I think. She looked young, but at the same time...I dunno. I saw her around the area where you were standing while you were in your trance. It was also the third time I saw her today." Weathers' eyes grow wider. "When I went unconscious, that's the second time I saw her. The first time was on the television."

"I saw that too," he says. "On the news, right? The glowing eyes." I nod. Weathers sits back, still holding his cup.

> Also tell him that you bumped into inspector Massey at breakfast and she seemed nicer off-duty, but she mentioned something about having trouble sleeping and hearing voices. If Weathers is having the same symptoms he might be more willing to talk about them if he knows he is not the only one with them.

"You remember Inspector Massey? The woman we met on the entry control point? Well, we met again at breakfast, and she seems to have some problems concerning sleep. She also hears voices." I begin to wonder if it's okay to just blabber all of this to Weathers. I was not sure how he'd take it, but I went ahead. "Are you getting those too?"

Weathers starts to looked worrysome and reluctant. It's obvious he is not sure if he can fully trust me, but he soon reveals his stance. "Yeah. Yeah, I had a hard time sleeping yesterday. I heard things too, but I thought it was just some bad dream."

So that's it. Massey, Weathers, and I are having the same issues here. Weathers adds something, "But it didn't start happening until I met you."

>>531867
I doubt it's that infectous. Massey had it for a while too right?
It might have to do with Middle City. Or contact with the Furanthro's, or a little of column A or B. Can you pinpoint an event where this started, the sleeping issues? You've probably blamed quite a few things on your problems since it started, what was your first thought?

The voices, the link and the reckoning. Still need more information.
You should go drop off the flash drive at the post office. There you can also learn something about the address that was on the flash drive.

ask what he dreamed about, all that happened to you last night was you heard something but couldn't make it out. It was on the edge of your conscience, right where you know it's there but not what it's saying.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/07(Wed)23:29 No. 532523 ID: 9f5a86
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> I doubt it's that infectous. Massey had it for a while too right?

Massey said that she wasn't sleeping well for a while, but she didn't say anything about voices.

> You should go drop off the flash drive at the post office. There you can also learn something about the address that was on the flash drive.

We finish our food and waste no time leaving, although Weathers questions, "Um, are we still in our lunch hour?"

"Yeah. I'm going to take this time to just drop something off at the post office."

"Oh, okay."

We head on out and back to base where the post office is located.

> ask what he dreamed about, all that happened to you last night was you heard something but couldn't make it out. It was on the edge of your conscience, right where you know it's there but not what it's saying.

On the way I bring up another question, but try to speak quietly and remain alert of my surroundings at the same time. "Do you remember what you dreamed about? Just last night I was hearing things, but that's pretty much it." The fact that I'm spilling all of this out to the kid is puzzling. I guess I'm hoping it will help him build his trust in me a little more.

"Me too...I don't remember the dream, but I remember the voices. It was a bunch of gibberish though, but it also...meant something to me...somehow. It's hard for me to just explain." I'm not making much sense out of what Weathers says, but at least I'm getting somewhere with this whole thing. Something inside tells me it's a lot bigger than what I might think. Maybe.

We arrive at the post office and I put the flash drive snugly into a package box. I summon the address of the Upper City barracks, set deep in the corners of my mind. Speaking of that...I also remember the address I found on the flash drive itself. Maybe I could set out and look for the place on patrol? I don't foresee myself getting in trouble, really, especially if I actually find something that'll have the media clawing to get a scoop.

If it wouldn't get you into trouble (at least from your bosses) I don't see why you wouldn't. might as well scratch that itch now before it grows.

Also who's that staring at the clock?

>>532523
Wow, you got a big, weird head now that I see it. Especially in the back where it's all angly, like half a poker diamond's head.Kids make fun of you growing up? Or is this a new development we should investigate in a mirror?

Do the patrol thing.
Be tempted to flirt with clock girl unprofessionally and awkwardly. Resist.
Ask Weather's if he knows any Furanthro's on a personal level, like as a friend or something. Maybe in childhood? While we're at it, you go through your memory too if there's something notable.

OK, ask him about the drug that everyone's supposed to take, what he thinks about it.
Segue that into revealing you never experienced the voices until you stopped taking it a few weeks ago, out of a vague feeling of concern about the need for constant injections of anything.

>>532535
>Be tempted to flirt with clock girl unprofessionally and awkwardly. Resist.
His sex drive is dead from insomnia.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/08(Thu)09:03 No. 532602 ID: 9f5a86
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> Also who's that staring at the clock?

Just the post office lady. I successfully send my package after filling out a slip, which is a requirement for sending items to the Upper City.

> Wow, you got a big, weird head now that I see it.

That's just my sweet hairdo.

> Ask Weather's if he knows any Furanthro's on a personal level, like as a friend or something. Maybe in childhood? While we're at it, you go through your memory too if there's something notable.

I make distance from the counter and ask Weathers, "Would you happen to know any feranthros? Like maybe a friend?"

Weathers thinks for a bit and shakes his head. "No...I mean, I've always been interested in them, but, no, I never had an opportunity to make friends with one."

I've never had one either. As far as I was concerned, feranthros were not to be trusted, and I never got too close to one let alone holding a conversation. With some events that have gone on in my time here, I actually feel I'm warming up to them, but I'll still have to try to keep my bearings.

> OK, ask him about the drug that everyone's supposed to take, what he thinks about it.

I'm a little wary about asking this, but do it anyway. I'm not sure if this path I'm taking is necessarily the right one. I feel like I'm groping into certain territories I shouldn't tread. A whole branch of things could result from these questions I ask the rookie. What if he mouths off?

Weathers replies, "Well, I think it's fine. I mean, I've seen it work. I've seen people turn who stopped using it for a while. I don't think there's some conspiracy going on."

> Segue that into revealing you never experienced the voices until you stopped taking it a few weeks ago, out of a vague feeling of concern about the need for constant injections of anything.

Now see, this is where I have to stop. I can't just say something like this. Weathers may get a bit concerned and wind up tattling for my own safety. He has every right to do so and I want to avoid that. My experiments must be kept to myself and myself only.

"Why, is something wrong with them?" Weathers asks.

"Oh, no. I was just curious."

"If your syringe is damaged it could - "

"It's fine, Weathers," I stop him before we get more in-depth. As we go to the exit, Inspector Massey pops in. She sees me almost immediately and I think I can barely see an upscale on the end of her lips.

"Sergeant Schar," she says in greeting. I nod back. "Saw you walking around outside. Just wanted to check up on you. How's it going?"

"It's going," I reply. "Had to escort someone, but that's pretty much it."

"I got myself involved with some female feranthro who was being held here, but she's fine. Just a misunderstanding." I nod in approval, feeling relief.

"Well good."

"So what do you got happening here?" she asks.

>>532602
Oh, just got back from lunch, while we're over here I thought I'd just do some mailing I need to do real quick before we get back to patrolling.

just got done with lunch and a friend from the upper city asked if I could get him something so I thought I'd just mail it before my brake was over.

Also if weathers ask again about the shots just tell him you asked because you're wondering if they keep up at night. Basically that you thought you might have stumbled across some kind of side effect that's all.

>>532602

Ah, he's seen people turn who stopped! Ask him if he's OK with talking about that. Don't get me wrong I don't think the drug is evil or anything, but whatever plot you've stumbled upon is something big... what if Astoga stops working for some reason? What if it already has?

...you really want to find someone who's seen an anthro go off the drug. If they also had voices and strange visions and hallucinations, then maybe it's stopped working for you too...

>"So what do you got happening here?" she asks.

Hey guys, do any of you happen to remember what our standing orders are? I don't see anything in the earlier updates.

When you get the opportunity apologise for being so dismissive the other day and let her know if she wants to inquire further, you're open to discuss it now.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/10(Sat)15:20 No. 533347 ID: 9f5a86
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> Oh, just got back from lunch, while we're over here I thought I'd just do some mailing I need to do real quick before we get back to patrolling.

> When you get the opportunity apologise for being so dismissive the other day and let her know if she wants to inquire further, you're open to discuss it now.

"Just had some lunch. While I still have time, I thought I'd just take of care some mail," I explain. Massey simply nods. "And, um, sorry for being dismissive earlier, I was just - "

"Yeah, I know. You didn't want to get too deep into it. You were afraid I'd get your ass in trouble. It's alright," she says with a smirk. "If you want to talk about it, it'll have to be a little later I'm afraid. I have some things to attend to. But until then." Massey parts quite hastily. She always had that sense of urgency about her. I thought to do the same and get to that address.

While Weathers and I make our little trek to the site of interest, I start up another conversation.

> Also if weathers ask again about the shots just tell him you asked because you're wondering if they keep up at night. Basically that you thought you might have stumbled across some kind of side effect that's all.

"I hope you didn't get any ideas when I talked about the shots. I was only asking because I was just curious if they had some bad side effects on people. I've been hearing things, you know?"

"The shots seem to disagree with certain people, yeah," Weathers starts, "but the government is always working to try to implement some new thing to make it safer for everyone. I'm confident they'll find a way eventually, but if you're feeling sick because of it or something, I really think you should get together with - "

"No, Weathers, I'm fine. Like I said, I was only curious." I sigh and continue. "So you said you saw people who turned?"

"Yeah, well no, I didn't see it at the spot. I usually saw things like that on the Net." The 'Net,' he says, a hub where anyone could upload anything, a lot of which could be absolutely fake just to get a rise out of people. I just shake my head.

"Okay then," I reply, to which Weathers doesn't say much else. Between the weird stuff I'm dealing with and the slew of junk the media fabricates, I'm not sure what to really think about this subject anymore, but it isn't impossible for effects like these to happen, no doubt. This Astoga can't be 'perfect.'

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/10(Sat)15:20 No. 533348 ID: 9f5a86
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We arrive at the small shack on Section Catron, District 3, Home 212, a bit inconspicuous in the midst of all these other homes, but still unsettling in a strange, unknown way.

"Watch my back," I tell Weathers. He nods and takes out his pistol. I should probably remember to see about getting the poor guy another rifle sometime in the near future.

As I expected, the wooden door was locked, and not just with some crappy old padlock either. This is the kind of lock we use at base - more advanced and sturdy. It requires a three digit combination.

Put in 459.

... know of any ways to jimmy the thing or is that just wishful thinking on my part?

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/11(Sun)10:25 No. 533555 ID: 9f5a86
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> ... know of any ways to jimmy the thing or is that just wishful thinking on my part?

Definitely wishful thinking.

> Put in 459.

My memory serves me well. The input works and the lock releases the handle. I open the door and immediately regret doing this. A warm burst of air pours through and hits my face, accompanied with a very rotten smell. I command Weathers to stay by the door while I check inside.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/11(Sun)10:25 No. 533556 ID: 9f5a86
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I let my eyes adjust a bit. It's pretty dark, but from what I can see, the quaint cabin's interior shows that there's been some rough-housing going on. There are long slash marks across the wall in numerous places.

oh shit

You'll get in trouble if you get in an altercation without proper evidence first, which is highly likely if someone alive and bad is here. The bad smell which might indicate a body might be justification enough.
I bet there's a scary reveal under that sheet.
After the scary reveal which I think is going to be a dead body then you can properly go and check all the corners and doors in the house.

Unfortunately, if that is a dead body, you're going to have to call it in and explain to your coworkers how you found it AND that you gave key piece of evidence to a civilian for processing, maybe they'll be lax on you, I don't know but I know the department isn't going to like it very much.

I realize I should have thought of that before I told you the code number sorry bro. But the smell and the body-shaped curtain cover triggered my "We're going to get into shit" senses and not the spooky door.

>>533563
or we could just say we heard some people talking along patrol about this place, decide to give it a once over, and saw that the door was slightly ajar and went in.

also what's in the box on the table over there to the left, next to the lamp.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/11(Sun)23:40 No. 533732 ID: 9f5a86
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I carefully step further into the house, remaining alert.

> Unfortunately, if that is a dead body, you're going to have to call it in and explain to your coworkers how you found it AND that you gave key piece of evidence to a civilian for processing, maybe they'll be lax on you, I don't know but I know the department isn't going to like it very much.

I've already gone into this a little too deep now. I'll have to go through with it. I'm sure I can get away with this whole thing unscathed...unscathed meaning not having my ass burnt by my superiors. In fact, finding something like a body could land me on their good side if it were to uncover some kind of hidden scheme going on in this place. Still, I'm not feeling very good being in this place. The air is thick and uncomfortable.

> also what's in the box on the table over there to the left, next to the lamp.

I sidestep the obviously concealed corpse sitting in the middle of the interior and check out the box sitting on the table. I cannot open it, of course. I search around the table but can't find a key anywhere, but I do find some coin and a coin purse sitting near the lamp. I think back to what Mel was saying about spare change. Should I take them?

>>533732
>coin
For some reason I am getting a sort of "this will dick us over" vibe from it. Is it particularly much? if not, leave it.

don't see why we need it, so I say leave it unless you're hurting for some coin.

>>533732
No need to get the coins. I feel like we should start to examine the body now. (and get a few pics in case this place goes up in smoke) Weathers is being very quiet (and off camera) is he ok?

Is the door next to the alleged "body" the one you came in from? I suspect not.

I'd check the door first. My horror senses tell me that whatever is behind the door is worse than what is under the shroud, if indeed anything interesting is under it.

Besides, best to check all rooms to make sure the building is clear before getting yourself distracted.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/13(Tue)12:15 No. 534097 ID: 9f5a86
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> For some reason I am getting a sort of "this will dick us over" vibe from it. Is it particularly much? if not, leave it.
> don't see why we need it, so I say leave it unless you're hurting for some coin.
> No need to get the coins.

I decide to ignore the coins.

> Weathers is being very quiet (and off camera) is he ok?

Weathers is, thankfully, being obedient and watching the outside for me.

I check the small room just to the left of the body. I want to make sure I sweep every bit of this house before unveiling it. The small room turns out to be a bathroom and there is nothing of interest inside. Taking a deep breath, I take another look at the shroud.

I walk over, remaining cautious.

...slowly I reach my hand out. I grab the cloth.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/13(Tue)12:15 No. 534098 ID: 9f5a86
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I whisk it away and it lands heavily on the floor. It's a body all right, but there is something very off about this. My heart is racing and my head starts to hurt. This appears to be the same body that I saw in the picture file in the flash drive. But like I said, actually being here and seeing it for myself is a lot different - there is a strangeness about this body. The sack over the head is irregularly shaped...and something else.

Do not touch anything. Now that we are sure a body is here this is a crime scene. Make sure there is no one else in here and call it in.

His hands are jacked up. I'd say it's time to call this one in.

>>534098
>loose ropes
Something is most DEFINItELY not right here, call it in and do NOT take your eyes off that corpse

I would heavily advise BACKING THE FUCK UP.
Do not take your eyes off the 'body'
Call it in. NOW.

the fuck is wrong with it's fingers? Are they just rotting or are they actually just missed up? anyways I would stay at least a little bit further then arms length from the thing.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/14(Wed)09:01 No. 534348 ID: 9f5a86
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> Something is most DEFINItELY not right here, call it in and do NOT take your eyes off that corpse
> I would heavily advise BACKING THE FUCK UP.
> Do not touch anything. Now that we are sure a body is here this is a crime scene. Make sure there is no one else in here and call it in.
> His hands are jacked up. I'd say it's time to call this one in.

Duly noted. I back up and call up HQ.

> the fuck is wrong with it's fingers? Are they just rotting or are they actually just missed up? anyways I would stay at least a little bit further then arms length from the thing.

His fingers are long, and I mean his FINGERS. The BONES themselves. It's really creepy.

"HQ, over."

"HQ, Sgt. Aiden Schar speaking. I have discovered a body on Section Catron, District 3, Home 212. Please send an Inspection Team and expedite, over."

I wait for what seems like the longest half-minute of my life. I think I see the head twitch.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/14(Wed)09:01 No. 534349 ID: 9f5a86
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"Sgt. Aiden Schar, say again, over."

... back up back up back up back up
and get your pistol ready to blow that things head off should it attack you.

Out the front door and shut it behind you. Don't respond until you get that done.

NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE

Don't talk into the phone until you are out that room. I'm betting the 'thing' is listening for your voice, and will charge you the next sound you make.

>>534349
His arms/shoulders were tied behind him on the image from the comp. They are now in front. There is also untied rope. He can and will get up if anything else agitates him. Back up slowly and try to leave the room.

No sounds. Get through the doorway and don't take your eyes off of it.
Once outside and a safe distance away pull out your gun and message them back.

Scratch that, might not be dead body. Send inspection team and ambulance to this address. Unsure if suspected is hostile or diseased. Subject is unbound but masked in chair. Bleeding, possibly... but unsure if contact is necessary. Subject is not speaking, over.

Well, crap. Freaky bad shit detector just spiked. Activate plan GTFO! You can figure out what the hell happened there after putting a door between you and whatever the fuck that body is.

Dial your radio receive volume to minimum and lock the transmit button down while you pull your pistol and aim it at the body; That way if you do fire HQ will hear it. Maintain eye contact with it the whole time as you step back as quickly and quietly as you can. As soon as you're clear of the door, quickly close it and set the lock.

>>534447
This'll be good to say once you're out and got a door between you and the creepy body.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/15(Thu)12:42 No. 534605 ID: 9f5a86
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> Don't talk into the phone until you are out that room. I'm betting the 'thing' is listening for your voice, and will charge you the next sound you make.
> Dial your radio receive volume to minimum and lock the transmit button down while you pull your pistol and aim it at the body

I turn the radio down and put it into my pocket, trying my best to quietly sneak out of the house, but all the debris on the ground really isn't helping any.

> and get your pistol ready to blow that things head off should it attack you.

Screw that! I got my rifle out right now. If the damn thing comes at me, I won't hesitate to empty this entire magazine into it.

And on cue, the sack head tears open to reveal two rows of hideously sharp teeth, the thing bellowing with startling loudness, going into a frenzy and charging. It swings its nasty fingers at me with incredible vigor.

I fire my rifle, managing to get a few rounds into him. Visibly and audibly, he appears to feel the pain, but is still coming at me.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/15(Thu)12:42 No. 534606 ID: 9f5a86
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It gets within arms length and swings at me a couple times, catching me in the chest and digging into the armor under my jacket like butter. The next swing is at my firearm, the great force of the blow causing it to fly right out of my grasp.

"Holy shit!" I hear Weathers yell outside.

Small spaces at short range is the exact reason you got a sidearm in first place you silly cop, this is no place for a mid-range rifle. Stay away from the mouth and get some distance before you switch to the pistol and unload into the freak.

Don't let it bite you, pull your pistol out, shove it in the abomination's mouth, and blow it's fucking brains out!

Tell weathers to shoot its head. Hopefully you can get a bit of distance and your pistol out while it's distracted. You should aim for its head too Aiden. The only issue may be that it might not have a normal brain since its mouth is so wide.

tell him to stop gawking and to shoot the damn thing. Not sure you can pull out your pistol and blow it's head off before it can close the gap so pull your pistol and start firing AS you go for the head to hopefully kill but to at least slow it down. Those things have more then 1 bullet it them.

(and by shot it as you go for the head I mean draw your pistol and start putting a few rounds in this thing's chest/stomach/neck/whatever as you bring the gun up to get a head shot.)

Yell to Weather to shoot it, while you draw your pistol and unload into it wherever you can while dodging its hits as best you can. Try to keep it in the doorway and yourself out of Weather's line of fire.

And (as if it needs to be said) don't let any part of you get in that thing's jaws; It'd be as bad as getting chomped by an alligator.

See if you can give it a nice sturdy kick in the chest/stomach to push it away from you a little, you need some aiming room.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/16(Fri)21:58 No. 535024 ID: 9f5a86
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> Small spaces at short range is the exact reason you got a sidearm in first place you silly cop, this is no place for a mid-range rifle.

Yeah, that was pretty dumb of me.

> Yell to Weather to shoot it, while you draw your pistol and unload into it wherever you can while dodging its hits as best you can. Try to keep it in the doorway and yourself out of Weather's line of fire.
> tell him to stop gawking and to shoot the damn thing.
> See if you can give it a nice sturdy kick in the chest/stomach to push it away from you a little, you need some aiming room.

"Don't just stand there! Shoot it in the head!" I yell. I give the thing a hard kick at the stomach, sending it staggering back. I reach for my pistol, but just as I take it out, Weathers opens fire.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/16(Fri)21:58 No. 535025 ID: 9f5a86
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The creature falls onto its back, writhing even though Weathers caught it in the head. Weathers walks in with a purpose and unloads on the thing until his pistol clicks.

"Weathers! Weathers, hold your fire!" I command. Weathers slowly looks over at me, looking like he just witnessed a nightmare, which I suppose is appropriate.

"I - I got it. Are you okay?" he asks shakily.

"yeah, thanks, reload, i'll watch it"
train your pistol on it and shoot if it keeps moving.

Call it in dammit I want this over quick

tell him the thing scratched you but you'll live. Also how's your rifle, still looks like it'll shoot? You had your radio on the whole time this thing was after you right, so how many bricks do you think command just shat after hearing that. Oh and you're diffidently going to want to call this in. Also make sure to ask Weathers if he's ok as well, I mean first he was mind jacked and now he just saw something that looks like it came from the land of horrible nightmares I think he might be close to breaking.

Get Weathers outside and make the call yourself. Give him some space to breath but don't lose sight of him, he's just shot a person which is going to lead to all sorts of paperwork and possibly introspection. Keep a hand on his shoulder so you'll immediately be able to tell if he's going to wander off in a trance again.

>>535025
Stop fucking gawking and call it in before anymore eldritch bullshit happens.

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/17(Sat)14:19 No. 535188 ID: 9f5a86
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> tell him the thing scratched you but you'll live.

"Yeah, I'm alright. A bit scratched up, but I'll live. Good shooting," I say. Weathers looks like he's about to faint, so attempting to calm him and reassure him would be good. I could tell it's the first time he killed someone, but that was a given at the start.

> Also how's your rifle, still looks like it'll shoot?

My rifle is still in good condition, thankfully. I pick it up off the ground.

> Get Weathers outside and make the call yourself.

Together we head outside and are welcomed by a large group of anthros and feranthros alike, attracted by the commotion. I tell them all to disperse. I need to give Weathers some space.

I take out my radio, which is still on. I crank it up.

"HQ, this is Sgt. Schar, over."

"Sgt. Schar, it's good to hear you. We heard gunshots and already sent over backup and a medic team. Please remain in the area, over."

"Roger, HQ. We were attacked, but the assailant is neutralized. You guys need to check this guy out, over."

Sgt. Aiden Schar 2013/08/17(Sat)14:19 No. 535189 ID: 9f5a86
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That having been done with, we can already hear the vehicles arriving. It's been a weird, hard day today, more so for Weathers. I don't remember the last time I looked forward to getting some rest. Whatever the hell the thing was that just attacked us, something told me it wasn't some product of staving off Astoga. This was too strange to comprehend, even if I haven't ever seen someone transform with my own eyes.

Nobody died, yaaay!

>>535208
Except the thing that just got shot up.

>>535213
Exactly.