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In which Alec faces the NYPD
Apr. 6th, 2009 04:00 pm[Cowritten with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smart_alec494 and likely_evil. Angell = foundherwings, Hawkes = blessyou_jlo. Hendrickson’s an NPC. Epically long.]
Alec made a mental note not to piss off any hookers as the man slumped down in front of him. Dead. Like really, really dead. Hookers apparently knew how to deal out some serious damage when they were afraid.
The problem was that even breaking bone and stabbing someone in some pretty vital places wouldn't save you when a demon was using the body as it's own personal taxi. And this demon was part of the Jack the Ripper fan club. Hell, maybe he was Jack the Ripper. Which would have been creepy even for Alec.
He crouched near the body, scuffing the Trap, and sighed. At least he sent the demon packing. Just one poor civi and four working girls to late for Alec's taste. Now he just had to decide if he wanted to leave a body to identify or torch it and make a clean sweep of things. He yanked on a pair of leather gloves and figured he could at least rifle through the dude's wallet. See if there was any obvious evidence of a worried family left behind somewhere.
They had been tracking this guy for weeks. At first it hadn't been considered all that big a priority, considering it was only one person dead -- granted this was Mac they were talking about, and Mac takes every case seriously -- but it hadn't reached the need to have someone on the streets until the hookers started coming in. Angell had been trying to work with the other girls for a few days now, seeing if she could get any leads, but so far nothing seemed to be coming up. They'd managed to narrow it down to a vague description, and not much else, so Angell was back on the streets again, this time done up in her Marilyn Monroe wig and hooker attire, waiting to see if she could get the guy to take the bait and bring him in for good.
She wasn't close when the exorcism went down, but she heard the scream from where she was sitting on the corner. Granted, it didn't escape her that it was a male scream, rather than a female one, but that didn't matter. Cop instinct kicked in, and she was reaching for the gun holstered to her thigh, making her way towards the source of the scream and calling in for back-up as she went. As she came around the corner, she leveled the gun in front of her, and started to advance towards the guy crouching over the body, needing him to stop whatever the hell he was doing before he disturbed the evidence.
"Freeze! NYPD!"
( *** )
[PART 2]
smart_alec494 and likely_evil. Angell = foundherwings, Hawkes = blessyou_jlo. Hendrickson’s an NPC. Epically long.]Alec made a mental note not to piss off any hookers as the man slumped down in front of him. Dead. Like really, really dead. Hookers apparently knew how to deal out some serious damage when they were afraid.
The problem was that even breaking bone and stabbing someone in some pretty vital places wouldn't save you when a demon was using the body as it's own personal taxi. And this demon was part of the Jack the Ripper fan club. Hell, maybe he was Jack the Ripper. Which would have been creepy even for Alec.
He crouched near the body, scuffing the Trap, and sighed. At least he sent the demon packing. Just one poor civi and four working girls to late for Alec's taste. Now he just had to decide if he wanted to leave a body to identify or torch it and make a clean sweep of things. He yanked on a pair of leather gloves and figured he could at least rifle through the dude's wallet. See if there was any obvious evidence of a worried family left behind somewhere.
They had been tracking this guy for weeks. At first it hadn't been considered all that big a priority, considering it was only one person dead -- granted this was Mac they were talking about, and Mac takes every case seriously -- but it hadn't reached the need to have someone on the streets until the hookers started coming in. Angell had been trying to work with the other girls for a few days now, seeing if she could get any leads, but so far nothing seemed to be coming up. They'd managed to narrow it down to a vague description, and not much else, so Angell was back on the streets again, this time done up in her Marilyn Monroe wig and hooker attire, waiting to see if she could get the guy to take the bait and bring him in for good.
She wasn't close when the exorcism went down, but she heard the scream from where she was sitting on the corner. Granted, it didn't escape her that it was a male scream, rather than a female one, but that didn't matter. Cop instinct kicked in, and she was reaching for the gun holstered to her thigh, making her way towards the source of the scream and calling in for back-up as she went. As she came around the corner, she leveled the gun in front of her, and started to advance towards the guy crouching over the body, needing him to stop whatever the hell he was doing before he disturbed the evidence.
"Freeze! NYPD!"
( *** )
[PART 2]
