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Post by Riccardo Salvatore Zullo on Mar 30, 2020 14:04:17 GMT
Ric stood over the officer as he breathed his last. It wasn’t a bad way to go when one thought about it. Not great but no time of dying ever was despite what anyone said. There at least wasn’t any pain. The paralytic combined with the heroine had numbed the poor bastard to the point he could have been run over with a Zamboni and he wouldn’t have felt a thing. The clean up was now the hardest part. The local RPIT had broadened their charter to include not only the damned infected and vampirized but those businesses connected with them as well.
While he would have preferred to have worked out a deal, this was the most expedient considering the stakes. So he crouched and helped Angelo scoop the cop into the barrel which was bound for a little spot in the desert that had been used for nuclear testing so it was a no mans land where the body would never be found. It was part and parcel to make folks disappear as it was the known SOP for the preternatural who ate or otherwise insured no corpses of their enemies were found, ever. It was good for business when the cops found hints of a hit taking place they looked at the Kiss or the lycanthropes of the city.
One thing could be said for the monsters they knew how to clam up and keep their lips closed even when they were actually responsible. The drive there and back as the grave had been already been dug was just over three hours. No way anyone would find the site and no one would be any the wiser .
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