by Kveykva » Mon Feb 20, 2017 4:16 pm
Nicholas Storm
The dark haired investigator held back an involuntary sigh of relief as the silver doors split, spilling out both them men and the air stagnant with awkwardness. The white marble of the lobby echoed their footsteps as they made their exit onto the tile, the white now painted red and blue with the colors of the police cruisers just outside. The young man, who had introduced himself as Castor, gave Nicholas an almost too kind smile.
"Well, Mr. Storm... I hope for the best of luck to you and your team. You're probably the only officer here in San Pecador worthy of your title."
Nicholas beamed in response to this, returning the other's smile in kind. "I wouldn't quite go that far, but thank you." Nicholas dipped his head courteously. "I may not actually be an officer, but you can be damn sure I'll do my job, and do it right." He waved to Castor as they parted ways, the coroner heading towards the front exit. In his sudden wave of pride and then their departure, Nick all but missed Castor's brief feeling of peril, and if the boy had shown any outward signs of his change of reigns, the investigator missed them. The synchronous flashing of red and blue was almost lulling by this time. With the sun hidden behind the metropolitan buildings, the street between had been dropped into a premature twilight. Nicholas' hand just pulled open the glass door when Castor spoke again.
"There's something suspicious about this case right, detective?"
The sudden change in the boy's tone and how it broke the marble silence startled him, making the investigator jump. He turned back towards the rear exit where Castor stood, wearing a near grin that made the hair on the back of Nick's neck stand on end. "Excuse me?" He answered, the words sounding more like a squawk when paired with his accent (which he loathed). "Well... he did land unusually far from the window, no?" Before Nicholas could even begin to gather his bearings and form a remotely complete answer, Castor had gone. Nicholas missed his exit, and the only glimpse he caught of the fleeting figure was the door sinking closed in his wake. Nicholas took more than a few moments to get his thoughts together. This is why I don't drink coffee. Never again. He decided, blaming the caffeinated beverage he drank earlier for the incident before him.
After dusting the rear exit for prints (his suspicions of Castor had returned), Nicholas finally made his exit from the building, which paired right along with the exit of the final body. Together, he and the cold remains clamored into the back of the van, the investigator settling himself for the trip. Just outside, two officers steeled their nerves and prepared for an incredibly decisive game of rock-paper-scissors. The game ended just as quickly as it began, the loser joining Nicholas in the back while the victor took his prize: the passenger seat in the front alongside the driver. This age-old charade went on every time a body was found, supposedly because no one wanted to sit next to a rotting body for any amount of time. Then again, who would enjoy that?
The drive was thankfully short, and within minutes of their arrival, this body joined its friend on the ice, with the final victim on its way. Nicholas went straight to work preparing for the first autopsy, doubting he'd get all three finished before the end of the day. The Blackhawk (or whatever they were called, Nicholas didn't particularly care) victim would have to wait until tomorrow, and not even a divine intervention would change that decision. Body? Check. Scissors? Check. Scalpel? Check. Spinny drill thingy I always forget the name of? Sure, check. Nick ran over his list of tools and supplies, making sure every piece of equipment and every scrap of evidence was accounted for in his set up. Pulling a fresh pair of gloves on over his hands, Nicholas turned on heel away from Mob Boss McGuire on the stainless steel table towards the counter at the back of the room, he fiddled briefly with a device plugged into the back wall until an upbeat tune filled the room. Satisfied with the change in atmosphere, he returned his gaze to the body. "Alright," He crossed his arms with a light huff. "Let's get this party started."
