03/20/2075
0500 Hours
Apartment #35, Corner of Luxington and Kale.A shrill cry pierced the silence that once permeated the room. A lazy hand reached up from itâs once prone position, slapping at the holographic display several times in an attempt to make the incredibly annoying machine shut up. Finally the man sat up, hitting the alarm probably a bit more forcibly than he needed to, propping his back up against his bed rest as he rubbed his face. It was 5 in the morning, March 20th. His first day with the Major Crimes Unit within LSPD. Homicide had been good to him, excluding the dead bodies and horribly grotesque areas he had been forced to go to. At the very least, he could say he wasnât going to be easily surprised by anything anymore. Emmett sat in his bed for a moment, forcing himself to wake up through sheer force of will and failing horribly as his eyelids felt like someone had tied dumbbells to them. He slapped himself a couple times as he threw off the covers and wandered over to his washroom.
A quick shower and freshening up later, Emmett was back in his room sorting through his closet and dresser. His room was a fairly white and sterile looking place lacking a properly lived in look. That was mainly due to the cause of Emmett rarely spending time there other than grabbing supper or sleeping. His job was his life, so much so that not even dust had warranted to settle in the place. There was a dresser off to the side with an interactive mirror which doubled as a infographic monitor. He grabbed a couple vests from the closet and held them up in front of the mirror over top of him. In the upper corner of the mirror sat a real time display of the time, weather, current traffic conditions, and a scrolling report about stock options. Normally he wasnât so concerned about his outward appearance, but the first day on the job was always the most crucial. He wanted to make sure he had a good impression on them, if only so that he would be allowed more slack later on.
In the end, he settled with a black vest and white dress shirt. Just for today, he also donned a red tie which he fastened into place with a clip underneath his vest. It was a bit stuffy, true, but the first impressions rule stood strong. He slipped into a pair of black work pants, not exactly formal but just sophisticated enough to work with his attire and be comfortable in. Once he was fully clothed, he spent a moment in the mirror to make sure that everything looked relatively crisp and clean, save for his somewhat scraggly beard. He had contemplated shaving it off, but it worked well enough. Along with the fact that no one took baby faced detectives seriously.
He walked out of his room into the rest of his apartment. Much like his bedroom, it was a sterile white and once again lacking in the âhomeâ department. Clean, precise, and utterly devoid of personality. A half kitchen was placed against one side of the wall leading into a living room complete with a couple of black leather couches facing a couple of black thin strips on the wall. He made his way to the kitchen, pressing a button on his coffee maker and placing a plastic cup underneath in order to get the much needed caffeine through his veins. He didnât believe in having many dishes, and as such his garbage was already half filled with plastic utensils, cups, and plates. âTV on.â Emmett said, clearing his throat afterwards as the morning grogginess hadnât fully passed.
A light flickered on the wall bridging the two black strips, broadcasting the local news to Emmett as he peered into his fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. Grabbing a frying pan he quickly started cooking himself up some scrambled eggs as his coffee simmered and the news talked about some corporate asshole forcing his way up the legislative chain. Some days he didnât know why he bothered staying in the know, when the know was filled with all sorts of shit.
It didnât take long for his breakfast of champions to be finished and he splayed the eggs across yet another plastic plate. The coffee finished at roughly the same time, and he grabbed them both before heading to the opposite wall and hitting a button with his pinky from his coffee holding hand. A small table split horizontally from the wall, and four of the tiles raised from the floor to form a chair for Emmett to sit down on. He watched the TV with all the interest of a dying man as he munched on his eggs. The story about the corporate business man seemed to be the thing happening today as a fairly attractive blonde haired reporter forced her way through a crowd. âWay too early for you to be that chipper.â Emmett said to no one in particular as she thrust a microphone into his face.
âMr. Leeren! Mr. Leeren! How are you facing the allegations that your company, Tomorrowâs Robotics, is involved in a conspiracy to enforce invasive robotic security measures on subsidiary companies? Do you plan to make this mandatory for any company that Tomorrowâs Robotics absorbs? What happens in the event of a hostile takeover?â
âNo comment.â Mr. Leeren stated quite briskly as he forced his way into a waiting limousine. A couple of robotic security guards stepped in front of the pressing crowd, preventing them further access as the vehicle drove away. Leeren was a brick of a man who looked more at home in a trench fighting a war than in a suit fighting a lawsuit. They had been under fire for some time from pro-humanist lobbying. Several lawsuits had been issued against them, all of them being dropped naturally but they were a leading corporation in the field of advanced robotics. Anything that pushed the boundaries of what was and wasnât acceptable was going to come under some extreme flak. That being said, Emmett couldnât agree with Tomorrowâs Robotics stance on their security. Sure, install scanners and maybe an android or two, but they wanted to implant a chip into each and every employee to ensure company loyalty. Invasive was not a strong enough word.
âTV Off.â Emmett stated as he finished his eggs and dumped the plastic into the garbage. He cleaned up his face and took a moment to enjoy the view from his fifth floor apartment in the middle of downtown Lumaire City. He grimaced as he could see Carolin Road was completely blocked up already. A major arterial street that never seemed to move any quicker than a snail, and yet was still his fastest way to the LSPD headquarters. He walked back to his room for a moment, slipping on his underarm pistol holster and weapon before returning to the door to slip on his jacket and shoes. If he wanted to make it to the briefing in time, he would have to hurry.
0720 Hours
LSP HeadquartersEmmett wandered into the LSP building, tugging slightly at the sleeves of his black jacket. He was slightly agitated, his commute taking longer than he had anticipated due to a detour about halfway past âtoo late to take a side streetâ. As he looked up from his mind-distracting task of fixing a non-existent problem with his jacket, he saw the numerous secretaries and officers already busy with their jobs. If it werenât for the fact that he didnât have a desk and was to report in for a meeting in ten minutes, he might have assumed he was late. Being back here in the LSPD Headquarters was no big deal for Emmett. When he had been transferred to Homicide, he had spent a fraction of his time reporting to superiors who had offices in place of their guns, and were more concerned with political fallout than the fact that there was yet another murder. Life was cheap, one such detective told him upon his report. A very cynical and horrible mindset for someone who was supposed to protect the general populace. After the Bamako incident however, Emmett couldnât say he blamed them.
He made his way through the building, taking a couple minutes to find the correct briefing room that he was supposed to be in, and ended up taking a seat somewhere in the middle of the room. Not too close, not too far. The perfect place to blend in and observe. Even though he wasnât on a case yet, he still couldnât stop himself from absent-mindedly doing things that had been ingrained into his training. Some people had been there by the time he showed up, and some were still entering the room right up until Captain Paris strode in, her heels clicking as she went.
The briefing started, Emmett learned the names of his immediate superiors and support personnel, and that was essentially it.
Waste of a perfectly good tie. Emmett thought to himself as he stood from the seat, giving a slight roll of the shoulders and stretching. He took a glance around the room at the other detectives that had been brought into the Major Crime Unit like himself, but didnât see anyone he immediately recognized. For the moment, he was partially lost. He didnât have an active assignment, or even a desk...so he thought. As he walked out and peered at the open space containing several desks, he saw his name broadcast from a holographic display on the top of one. He walked over, seeing that it was the standard fare for a low ranking detective. A computer with a touch screen and keyboard, a small filing system for dealing with paperwork, and the drawers were filled with all sorts of amenities ranging from pens and paper to even tissues. Apparently they were already ready for the grieving widows of murder victims.
He sat down, allowing a moment to get used to his sleek black desk and chair thanking the almighty LSP Gods who be that his chair was actually comfortable. It was only a couple short minutes later that his phone gave a quick âdingâ, and he pulled it out from the inside pocket of his jacket. He tapped a button and a small display hovered in front of him. He had his first assignment by the looks of it. Suspicious activity at the corner of Laxmi and Hanover? They really werenât kidding when they said they were going to be put on some kind of beat duty for the first little bit. Granted, after running after murderers for the past several months, it might be nice to kick back on an easy little gig such as this, so long as it didnât last forever. With a flick of his wrist the display disappeared and Emmett was on his way out the door.
0749 Hours
Corner of Laxmi and HanoverAt the very least the drive to the zone in question wasnât nearly as bad as the drive to the precinct from his apartment. The traffic had been relatively light and he had made good time. He parked his car on the street, making sure that there was a barcode in the window in case some tow happy hippy tried to take his car under some false pretense of legal theft. If scanned, it would be recognized as an LSPD vehicle, and any damage intentional or otherwise was punishable by a fine or even jail time. Having his personal vehicle classified as such was one of the things Emmett loved about this job, it was practically a free parking pass to anywhere in the city.
He paused for a moment to look around at the surrounding area that was Laxmi and Hanover. It was average on nearly all accounts. people walked to and fro, street merchants peddled their wares and neon signs hung from buildings waiting for the sun to fall once more in order to shine in the darkness that was Lumaireâs nightlife. Granted, there was more than a few shady individuals. Several people hung around the alleys, a couple buildings looked shut down and condemned, and more than a few others glared at him with all the intent of a killer. He rubbed his face a bit, walking across the street once it was all clear. He was supposed to meet a beat cop here by the name of Officer Isaac Teeson. More specifically, he was supposed to be Emmettâs info dump for the area.
In fact, as Emmett got across the street, he saw an officer walking to meet him with two sandwiches in his hand. Young, early twenties, clean shaven. Baby blue eyes, baby skinned, baby features. He had to be nearly brand new to the force, filled with a youthful enthusiasm that would slowly be sucked from him like a thick milkshake. He was wearing the standard black uniform of the LSPD patrol officers, offering limited protection but made mainly for presence. He gave a slight smile as he finally got within talking distance. âDetective Tigron?â Emmett gave a simple nod. âOfficer Teeson. Hope you like roast beef!â The man thrust forward a sandwich towards Emmett, who took it without hesitation. It seemed like it was too early to be partaking in a rather hearty sandwich, but he wasnât about to turn down the Officerâs obvious gesture to get on his good side. Chances are he was trying to build bridges in order to get himself up through the ranks, and what better way to do that than to have a MCU detective speaking on your behalf.
âAppreciated.â Emmett said flatly as he unwrapped the foil around it and gave a good look at it. He had to admit that it did look pretty damn good.
âBilly the Butcher makes some of the best damn sandwiches you have sir.â Teeson said, taking a bite out of his. He had to have been out here since very early this morning.
âDrop the sir.â Emmett stated bluntly as he gave a quick look around the place. âWe got reports of suspicious activity around this area, have you noticed anything out of the ordinary.â Teeson seemed to contemplate the question for a moment before giving a slight shrug.
âCanât say I have. I mean, thereâs a couple people around here always stirring up some sort of trouble, but thatâs normal. Iâd be more concerned if they somehow disappeared from my radar. Aside that, I can only tell you the rumors I happen to hear in passing. Not many people want to talk to the guy in black.â Emmett took a bite out of his sandwich, he had to admit, Teeson wasnât wrong.
âSo...say them.â Emmett said as he started walking down the street like he was on the beat again. Teeson moved in sync with him.
âWell...thereâs talk of a new drug hitting town, more specifically the poorer districts but itâs supposedly making its way up here.â Teeson said as he took another bite. âHavenât been able to discern a name from what people are saying, but if I were to take an educated guess, it would seem itâs some kind of powerful hallucinogenic.â
âLike acid? Or BM20?â BM20, an illegal drug used by many drug addled wannabes wanting to escape reality in a more visceral imaginative landscape. It was capable of making a personâs dreams become so tangible that they might as well have been real...but it worked with nightmares as well. Emmett had never been in narcotics, but even he had heard of several busts made by that department to combat the outbreak of the drug distribution. Mass hallucinations ending in violent episodes was enough to warrant a legitimized task force against it.
âFrom what I can gather, itâs more powerful. Yet people donât seem to know what itâs called, what exactly it does, or who distributes it. It seems like itâs the holy grail of dream drugs.â Teeson said as he devoured his sandwich like it was going to disappear if he blinked. âBut like I said, itâs only a rumor and without any kind of...well anything to be honest, itâs hard to act upon.â Emmett gave a nod.
âWhat else?â
âWell the local crime families have been pretty quiet so far. This little stretch of territory isnât really worth much to them, but theyâre going to expand however they want. The Cavallis and Mortegas are closest, but both seem content to simply snarl at each other across the fence for the time being. They have more important areas to gobble up it seems.â Teeson said, tossing his wrapper into a garbage can like a basketball shot. He was way too comfortable for his posting. He was either a lot smarter with his information than he was letting on, of the âfolly of youthâ rule was applying itself dramatically.
âAside from that, we have the occasional mugging and beating like anywhere else in the city. Thereâs been a couple of disappearances, but nobody of note or worth going after. Dogs have been barking like crazy, old lady Dubar yells at them and people alike, and generally everyone keeps existing.â Emmett slowly finished his sandwich, almost regretting eating it now as he felt slightly bloated.
âSo who called in the suspicious activity report?â Teeson paused once more in thought, a habit he would have to break if he expected to act quickly and on the fly.
âThereâs a few nutjobs around here, could have been anyone of themâŠâ Teeson snapped his fingers lightly. âBut I will bet money that if it was called, it had to do with the old 45th Apartment building.â Emmett looked over at him, luckily he got the hint to continue without Emmett having to ask him.
âIt was condemned a few years ago, unfit for a dog to live there let alone a human being...doesnât stop people from trying though. Thereâs been a work order on hold âforeverâ if you ask the locals about it. No one seems to get the time to properly come by and demolish the old bird, so squatters and the homeless end up shacking up in the abandoned apartments.â Teeson waved to a couple people as he passed by them. âIt would be hell to get them out of there now, thereâs enough nooks and crannies in that place to hide a small army. But, if thereâs suspicious activity anywhere in this area, thatâs where it would be.â
âLetâs take a walk then.â Emmett stated, motioning for Teeson to lead the way.
It was only a short distance to the abandoned apartment complex, but just looking at the building Emmett could understand why they would want to tear it down. First of all, it was ugly even without the decrepit outer structure, failing infrastructure and rust covering nearly every inch of it. It looked lopsided, the horrible color choice of blue and purple, whoever had built this structure was obviously out of their mind when they had done so. The windows were all boarded up, the doors, which had been previously locked by electronic padlock had been broken into and now swung open and shut with the breeze. 7 floors of utter shit, and 7 floors of investigation that Emmett and Teeson would have to conduct in a building that looked ready to fall over at a momentâs notice. âNot the prettiest thing Iâve seenâŠâ Emmett stated as Teeson gave a single sharp âHahâ.
âIâve seen hookers down in the poorest section of the red light district that look better than that.â There was a brief moment of silence before Teeson seemed to realize what he said. âNot...that I go down there.â
âProstitution isn't illegal anymore Teeson, what you do in your spare time is your business.â Emmett flatly stated as he made his way towards the door. Teeson gave a cough as he followed behind him.
âAnyways...I donât really know the people in this building. Iâve found it a...better alternative to let them stay here rather than force them out and into a holding cell somewhere.â Teeson stated as Emmett pushed open the front door. This revealed a hallway crawling with all kinds of insects, dirt, and mold. Emmett held a hand up to his nose, the stench was enough to make anyone gag. How could people live here?
âSo you decide that having them live in a death trap is better than putting them in a safe cell for a night?â Emmett asked, his voice raising unseen questions as to the officerâs integrity. Teeson seemed to pick up on it.
âIf I go in there and pull them out, first I would have to do it one by one since dispatch wonât send anyone else out to help. Second, they would only be in the cell for a night, maybe two at best. Three, once they get out theyâre going to go straight back in. It was a waste of effort and time.â Emmett got what he wanted out of that subtle jab he had put forth. Teeson had indeed tried to evict the tenants of the 45th Apartment building but nothing he tried had ever worked. Aside from demolishing this building, which it so desperately needed to happen, nothing was going to keep these people out.
âAnything you can tell me about what to expect in there?â Emmett asked, proceeding down the hall and doing his best not to touch the walls or...anything really.
âNothing that you canât already guess.â Teeson said, holding an arm up to his nose as well. âBunch of squatters on a rickety pile of metal and wood. Incredibly low tech, no power.â Emmett nodded as he found his way to the stairs, which surprisingly were in even worse shape than the hallway. Several dead rats were displayed across the steps as insects devoured their carcasses. There was even remnants of blood sprayed across the wallpaper like a half-assed paintjob. Emmett was very forcibly reminded why he got out of beat duty in the first place. Emmett gave a sigh as he looked up at the stairs, afraid that his foot was going to go through them at any second.
âDear Diary, today as my first job with MCU I proceeded to question hobos in a death trap.â Emmett whispered to himself.
âWhat was that Detective?â
âI said letâs get started.â
3 floorsâŠ
3 floors of nothing but incomprehensible speech, angry shouting, paranoid delusions, and more than enough shit, piss, blood and disease to make even Emmett question his job decision. How the hell were these people even surviving? How had they not died from the plague already? His initial appraisal of the neighborhood had dropped drastically once he realized this building was part of it. Maybe it was the sickly child of the block no one like to associate with, but it was still there and you simply couldnât ignore it. Some of the stench was so bad it caused Teesonâs and Emmettâs eyes to water, yet they pushed on. Emmett was nothing if not dedicated to his job. He couldnât leave until he confirmed that there was no suspicious activity in the area.
âFourth floorâŠâ Teeson said, immediately coughing a bit more. âAnd somehow the stench is worse up here! What are they eating that makes them smell like that!â
âRats, paneling, rotten food from dumpsters, dead people.â Emmett responded.
âDead people?!â Teeson exclaimed.
âRelax, I was just kidding.â Emmett stated.
I hope. As they finished climbing the stairs they set about continuing their routine. This time it was slightly different. Emmett tapped his hand on the door to the apartment immediately on his left. âLSPD, I need to ask you a few qu-â The door gently slid open from the force of his touch. Not unusual, but Emmett saw that someone was slumped against the wall on the far side. He gave a low whistle to Teeson, grabbing his pistol from its holster and pushing the door open. He gave a quick sweep, and found that the rest of the room was empty...save for the forever permeating stench. His clothes were going to be ruined...the one day he decided to wear a tie.
Teeson came in close behind Emmett, his pistol also in his hands as he saw what Emmett had called him over for. Emmett holstered his pistol once he deemed it safe as Teeson slowly did the same. âSeems like a druggie to me.â He stated, Emmett gave a nod but wandered closer and knelt down next to him. âHeâs probably hopped up so hard right now he canât even register our presence.â
âMaybeâŠâ Emmett stated, snapping a couple fingers in front of the manâs face before gently lifting the manâs chin up. The man was limp, but a quick pulse check revealed that he was indeed alive. There was still something off with him. Aside from BM20, he didnât know about any drug that would make someone react this way, to the point of practically being catatonic. âSearch the room, see if thereâs anything out of the ordinary.â Teeson gave a nod, although Emmett could tell he was wondering what Emmett expected to find. Emmett took out an electronic notepad from another one of his breast pockets, giving it a moment to connect to the server back at LSPD. Once done, he started writing down notes.
Location: 45th Apartment Building, Corner of Laxmi and Hanover, floor 4, apartment 41.
Time: 0811
Notes of value:
+Male, mid 30âs, roughly 5â11, 140-160 lbs.
+Brown eyes, Brown hair, stained clothing ripped in several areas. Ungroomed, unkept, desperately needing a shower.
+No Id, no identifying items, no scars or birthmarks visible from initial inspection.
+Person of Interest is alive, although pulse is weak and unsteady.
+POI appears to be in some sort of paralytic catatonic state, unable or unwilling to acknowledge any other presence in the room.
+No obvious puncture wounds or coating around the nose, mouth, ears or eyes to suggest drug ingestion.
Emmett paused in his notes long enough to take a closer look at the man. HIs eyes were closed, and slowly forced them open. He gave a frown as the eyes were lacking completely in an iris. The entirety of it was white, which was more than a little disturbing for the detective as he returned to his notes.
+Eyes completely white, cause unknown.
âDetective.â Teeson stated. Emmett looked back at him to see Teeson kneeling down and handing him something. It was a small cylinder type object, about the size of his pinky. One end was flat, and on one side there was glass siding to see inside the object. Emmett took it in his hand, turning it around and inspecting it. There was no longer a need for gloves of sorts when handling evidence anymore. Their machines could easily find and eliminate Emmetâs fingerprints and DNA in mere seconds.
âAny ideas?â Emmett asked. He had his own, but he wanted to hear what the Officer said first before stating any of them. Grab all the facts and knowledge you could before making a decision or saying something.
âIf I had to take a guess, I would assume some sort of drug delivery capsule. Itâs the only one Iâve found though, and the dose would have to be pretty concentrated to do something like that to someone.â Teeson stated, motioning towards the man.
âI agree.â Emmett stated, spinning it around and feeling along the sides. He heard something click, and three tiny needles slid out the flat end of the cylinder. Definitely a drug delivery system, but unusually high grade for a vagrant to be using. They were used to dirty needles, or inhalation. âWhat types of drugs use a needle injection?â Teeson shook his head.
âNone that I know of that give those symptoms. I mean, BM20 could possibly do that but the dose would have to be much larger than this. He would have to practically drink a jug of the stuff, and even then he would more than likely be bouncing off the walls either fighting off monsters or thinking he was going to the prom with Stephanie Scopez.â
âStephanie Scopez?â Emmett asked. Teeson looked at him as if he had grown a third arm.
âYou donât know who Stephanie Scopez is? The Lingerie model whoâs been topping the charts for overall sexiness for the past couple of years now? Really?â Emmett shrugged.
âGuess Iâve never really paid attention to that stuffâ. Emmett said rather flatly. Teeson gave a scoff.
âMan, you need to look her up once you get off duty sheâs...well sheâs just...damn.â Emmett gave a glance over at the man, who coughed slightly. âAnyways, yeah, I donât think BM20 could have done this and thatâs the closest one I can think of. Youâre probably better off asking someone in narcotics.â Emmett gave a nod, tapping his earpiece. An automated voice came through.
âLSPD Dispatch. Please state your name and badge number.â
âDetective Tigron. Badge number 4653.â There was a brief pause.
âWhat is your inquiry?â
âPatch me through to Tia St. Cloud.â Emmett said, taking his phone out of his pocket and saving her number so he could call her directly next time.
âSt. Cloud. What can I do for you Detective?â
âIâm investigating the suspicious activity report on the corner of Laxmi and Hanover. Iâve found a drug delivery system of some kind that neither I nor Officer Teeson has seen before. Iâm sending you a picture now.â Emmett took his phone and snapped a picture of the small tube. Within moments it would be on Tiaâs computer.
âAlright, letâs seeâŠâ There was a pause...one that was a lot longer than he expected. âWhere did you say you found this?â
âA condemned apartment building, it looks like a squatter may have overdosed on whatever was inside.â
âWell, sorry to burst your bubble detective but I donât have anything in the database regarding this particular injection model. Is there any of the substance still left in the tube?â Emmett moved around, hoping to see something but finding nothing.
âNo. Not even a drop or particle of whatever could have been in here.â
âHighly efficientâŠâ Tia stated. âNot something you usually see among the lower class. Could be commercial grade, Iâll try scouring through hospital and medical research records to see if I can find something relating to this injector.â
âAppreciate it St. Cloud.â Emmett ended the call with a little bit of deflation. If this kept going the way it was, they were looking at yet another new drug hitting the streets. By the looks of it it was going to be a dangerous one. This straggler in front of them was most likely a test subject, used as a way to gauge the side effects before mass production could take place. If Tia didnât have anything on the injection device, that meant he had managed to stumble upon it during its preliminary phase...which was dangerous for everyone involved. If whoever was making this drug spent this much money and time on a highly efficient delivery system, you could only imagine the money and work put into the actual drug itself.
âWhat do we do with him?â Emmett stood up from his crouched position.
âCall it in, get him to a hospital have a drug test prioritized before any other work is done on him. We need a sample of whatever it was he was dosed with above all else.â
âEven his life?â Emmett looked over at Teeson with a confused stare.
âHeâs alive and stable at the moment Officer Teeson, and unless some act of God decides to come out of nowhere and smite him, I donât see that changing anytime soon.â Emmett shrugged. âAnd even if he were in danger of dying, my order would remain the same. We canât protect other people if we have no idea what weâre fighting.â Teeson gave a sigh.
âAlright Detective, point taken.â Emmett walked back out into the hallway as Teeson called for an ambulance through his radio. He stretched slightly, trying to get the numb feeling out of his legs from kneeling for so long when a door down the hall opened. Two people stepped out of an apartment, talking to each other in hushed whispers. Emmett stared at them for a moment, before realizing that they were both masked and obviously better clothed and geared than anyone else here. He reached for his pistol.
âLSPD! Put your hands on your head!â The two men whipped their heads towards him, revealing that the masks were made to resemble the face of a tarantula. One of the men stepped in front, raising his arm as the other one reached for a weapon. Emmett fired two shots and watched as a shimmering blue force appeared before them, stopping the bullets dead in their tracks as they crumpled to the ground. The other one pulled out a pistol and fired several rounds, obviously not hampered by the shield. Emmett ducked back into the cover of the doorway as the metal ricochet sound echoed in his ears. He tapped the comm. on his ear.
âDispatch, this is Detective Tigron! I have two armed individuals at the corner of Laxmi and Hanover. Requesting armed support! Be warned that they seem to have a directional kinetic barrier!â
âAffirmative Detective, officers have been rerouted to your position.â Teeson stood behind Emmett, smart enough to not ask questions as the bullets were flying. Suddenly the rounds stopped, and Emmett peeking around the corner. The one with the gun was heading towards the window. They were on the fourth floor, a drop like would at the very least cripple him, if not kill him outright. Regardless, he dropped without a second thought. The second one backpedalled to mimic his compatriot as both Emmett and Teeson rounded the corner and unloaded round after round into the shield.
The shield flickered with each impact, losing energy at the onslaught but it wasnât enough as he fell backwards out the window. Emmett sprinted to the window and saw the criminal enveloped in a blue sphere. More kinetic technology, used to slow oneâs descent. These guys were highly equipped. The first one came speeding around the corner on a hover bike to which the second one quickly hopped on. Without hesitation they quickly sped off. âDispatch, Officer Tigron! Two targets heading northbound on...onâŠâ Emmett looked back to Teeson, snapping his fingers.
âMorow!â
âMorow street!â Emmett finished. âBlack hover bike, unknown make or model, no license plate. Individuals are wearing masks which resemble spiders. Also be aware, they are utilizing more kinetic technology in the way of inertia dampening devices.â
âAffirmative Detective, rerouting detachment.â Emmett ended the call and let his hands fall to his side. He doubted they would catch them, but he had to try anyways. He rubbed a hand against his stubble as he turned back to Teeson.
âCheck the other rooms, they may have left something behind.â Teeson gave a nod, running off to one of the other rooms and not wasting any time as he forcibly kicked it open. Emmett meanwhile went into the room that he saw the two armed men exit. There was a woman sprawled on the floor this time, equally as trashy looking as the others were. The difference with her though, was a hole in the middle of her forehead. Emmett wandered over to her, finding another vial next to her that was the same as before. Picking it up, he was starting to wonder if it was more a calling card. They were highly equipped and possibly even trained with the way they didnât hesitate when they saw him. He palmed the injection device and checked the womanâs eyes. Like the man, they were milky white.
âDetective!â Emmett perked up immediately, running around the corner and quickly getting to Teeson who was standing over another body. This one had the same symptoms. Dazed, confused, unresponsive with milk white eyes. Granted, he was also dead. Foam sprouted from his mouth as rivulets of blood ran freely from his eyes, ears, and nose.. They didnât shoot him, he died from an overdose of the drug...which meantâŠ
Emmett turned around, sprinting through the hall to the first doorway. When he entered he saw the man convulsing rapidly with foam coming out of his mouth. âWhereâs that fucking ambulance!â Emmett yelled at Teeson as he rounded the corner. He got back onto his radio, calling dispatch and yelling at the automated voice that returned his call. Emmett ripped off his tie, scrunched it into a ball and shoved it in the manâs mouth. He held down his arms as best he could, but he didnât know what to do. There was nothing he could do as the convulsions slowed, and eventually stopped. Blood ran from his eyes, ears, and nose. Teeson wandered back in.
âTheyâll be here in just a cou-â He stopped short as he realized it was too late. Emmett rubbed his face for a moment before standing up from his position on top of the man.
âI actually liked that tie.â Emmett stated, looking down at it but making no attempt to retrieve it. Teeson simply looked at the body with regret and guilt. Emmett stared at the kid but didnât say anything. âBetter get used to the sight Officer Teeson...this class of people tend not to live very long, youâll be seeing a lot more of this before your time is done.â
âIs that supposed to make it better?â Teeson said with a slight amount of aggravation in his voice.
âNo, itâs supposed to prepare you.â Emmett stated as he walked by him back out into the hallway. âPlace a call to dispatch, tell them to send the coroner instead. Once youâre done with that...we still have the rest of the building to check out.â
1200 Hours
LSPD HeadquartersThe rest of the cleanup at the 45th Apartment complex and the surrounding area had taken up the rest of Emmettâs morning. Searching the remaining floors of the apartment building revealed more of the same. Every other apartment, exactly one dead occupant, exact same symptoms. Total death count was 12. 12 Squatters practically mass murdered with no discernable reason as to how but Emmett had his guesses as to why. Teeson had been shocked from the ordeal, his green blood not yet used to the sight of a dead body, let alone several. To his defense, he handled himself admirably in Emmettâs eyes, and should he ever feel the inclination to try and make the jump to detective, Emmett would do what he could to help him.
Each body was accompanied with the new type of syringe that, despite Tiaâs best efforts even with the assistance of some off the books inspections through some of the higher class medical research companies due to Eliz, there was nothing. No comparisons, no model number, not even a brand name. It was a ghost. This âsuspicious activityâ gig had turned out to be larger than Emmett would have liked for his first day, and on something that was only partially in his field. He had turned to his Narcotic contacts for any information on it, but they told him practically the same thing as Teeson. Something new was coming down the pipe, but thatâs all they knew. Whoever these people were, the ones in the masks, they were playing it quite tight to the chest. If he hadnât responded to that suspicious activity request, and had Teesonâs intuition been off even slightly they never would have even got a glimpse of them.
The elevator dinged, opening to reveal a white corridor wiped completely clean and sterile. If Emmett didnât know better, he would have thought he was back home. He stepped out of the box, walking down the hallway until he came to a pair of sliding glass doors. The parted to reveal several bodies covered with blankets laying on metal slabs. A man stood over top of one of them, who was completely naked and currently trying to convey all itâs secrets to the man. âHave a little humility Hub, itâs his first time.â Emmett stated, causing the man to glance up. A blue little mask covered the bottom half of his face while a transparent shielding attached to his skull offered protection from blood spray. His grey eyes inspected Emmett before squinting back at the corpse.
âWell they say you always remember your first, I just want it to be as memorable as it can be.â Hubert Sarenal stated, finishing up what he was doing before leaving the body and placing his gloves in a box to be evaporated later. He removed his mask and helmet, revealing a man in his late 40âs. Thick hair greying at the temples with noticeable wrinkle lines on his face. A small grey goatee adorned his chin, complimenting his leathery skin. In short, he looked more like a war veteran rather than a medical examiner. Not overly built, but still in great shape. âI assume youâre here for the 45th overdoses?â
âAre they actual overdoses?â Emmett asked as he wandered over to the body in progress. His internal organs were displayed for the world to see, looking at his skull showed suture lines where Hub had already examined.
âAs far as I can tell...well, I want to say yes but at the same time no.â Emmett looked up at the man with a raised eyebrow. Hub walked over to his desk, picking up a tablet and bringing it over. âPer your suggestion, I started with the head and got into several cadavers before stopping to actually finish one autopsy.â Hub handed the tablet over to Emmett who stared at it for a second.
âIt says I should have gone to med school.â Hub grunted and grabbed the tablet back.
âAn aneurysm of the primary visual cortex leading to acute cranial hemorrhaging, the cause of death.â
âThat sounds...oddly specific for a drug.â Emmett said said as he looked at the body. Hub shrugged.
âThe primary visual cortex is a prime target for hallucinogens, itâs how everyone claims theyâre seeing mutant from mars, or the very tiny heart of my ex wife.â Hub said with a slight huff.
âDoes that explain the white eyes? I donât remember hallucinogens doing that.â Emmett stated, and Hub snapped his fingers quickly.
âI donât have a solid answer for you, whatever was in their system managed to flush itself before I got a hold of anything, but I do have a theory.â Emmett shrugged and waved him on. âWell, this drug, whatever it is seems to be creating its images by attacking or...or...or...syncing up with the optic nerve, for lack of a better term. From there, it influences what the person in question can and cannot see, effectively âshutting offâ the lens of the eyeball and instead sending images directly to the personâs brain.â Emmett furrowed his brow slightly.
âWait, are you saying this drug doesnât just make you see things...it controls what you see as well?â Hub nodded his head with excitement. âIs that even possible?â
âI have no idea, like I said itâs a theory, but imagine the ramifications. People doped up on this drug wouldnât need to go anywhere at all in order to explore the literal world. They could sit there for days on end believing their on a magical journeyâŠâ
âDonât hallucinogens do that to some degree anyways?â
âSure, but not to the extent Iâm talking about. Regardless of how much youâve ingested of the other common drugs out there...like Acid, Ecstasy, Illium, or even Tristy, your mind always manages to somehow base itself in some sort of reality. Thereâs always a tangible thread that it will pull on until it gets out...this drug would eliminate that threadâŠâ
âIf what youâre saying is trueâŠâ
âItâs a potential full blown insanity drug Emmitt. Youâre lucky that these people were more or less unresponsive when you found them, thereâs no telling what they might have done in that state.â Emmett rubbed his face again, wondering just how he was going to break the habit of wanting to feel his beard when he was thinking. An insanity drug...if this got out into the general populace the repercussions could be catastrophic. âThereâs only one thing I canât seem to place.â Hub said, tapping a finger on the skull. âThe Jane Doe over there, the one they shot...why waste a bullet if the drug was going to kill her anyways?â
âMost likely because they had just dosed her, didnât want the drug being detected in her system and analyzed would be my guess.â Emmett stated as he looked at the woman on another slab. Hub gave a smile.
âThat tells me two things.â Hub stated. âOne...the drug has an incubation period. It kills after a specific time period. Whether or not this is what they wanted or if it was accidental, I couldnât tell you.â
âAny guesses on time.â Hub gave a shrug, opened and closed his mouth once before giving a frown.
âWithout any information as to the time of dosage no, not a clue. The aneurysm was sudden, no blood pooling to indicate there was a problem so I canât even go off of ToD.â Emmett sighed.
âAlright, and point two?â
âThe drug evaporates or is absorbed into the body the moment the host dies.â Hub stated, and Emmett simply squinted at him. âListen, why else shoot her? They were leaving the vials so itâs not like evidence was a big factor for them. They left the other people alive who all then roughly died at the same time, but they shot her. At the very least, without the blood flowing, there should have been traces of whatever it was, but it was gone. When the host dies, so does the drug.â Emmett gave a nod.
âIt makes sense from a crazy point of view, even if we canât really prove it. In fact, we canât really prove anything aside from a cause of death that may or may not have been made by a drug overdose, an injection cylinder no one has ever seen before, two men in spider masks with enough gear to take on a small army, and no leads.â Emmett reached into his pocket, his hand finding that silver little cross, and rubbing it between his fingers.
âI wish I had more for you Tiger, I really doâŠâ Emmett shook his head.
âAt the very least youâve given me your medically induced ideas as to what could have happened, and thatâs more than some of the M.Dâs out there. I appreciate it.â Hub nodded.
âIf I find anything else, youâll be the first to know.â He stated as he wandered over and put his gear back on. Emmett exited the room, still holding the cross in his pocket as he got to the elevator and entered. A mystery drug that left 12 people dead and who knows how many more considering this was the first time they had found them. It was going to be a long night.
0530 Hours
LSPD HeadquartersEmmett climbed out of his car with a bag of food in each hand and one in his mouth. It was getting late and yet he felt like he simply couldnât leave. He had been bashing his head against wall after wall, trying to find something to go off of, anything. He had even driven back to the scene of the crime and scoured every last inch of the building, although he did bring a gas mask that time. The place was so filthy and grungy that even if there was something to find he wouldnât be able to discern it from the rest of the trash. The two targets, which he had simply nicknamed âThe Spidersâ in his report left no traces aside from what they wanted to leave. That bloody fucking injector. It wasnât anything overly fancy about it, it didnât shoot lasers or spawn unicorns from rainbows, but it was highly efficient and worst of all...untraceable. Emmett wandered into the building, stopping off at Tiaâs desk and dropping a bag for her.
âWhatâs this?â She asked as she opened it up.
âItâs a burger from the Fry Guy just down the street. I wouldnât recommend the salad, but they can cook up a pretty mean patty.â Emmett stated as she pulled the carton out.
âThanks! But what is this for?â Emmett shrugged.
âI know we didnât catch a break, but I know you and Eliz spent several hours trying to help me today. This is me saying thank you.â Tia took a bite of the hamburger and nodded, holding out her hand for one of the other bags.
âIn that case, Iâll take two thank yous!â Emmett gave a smile before pulling them away from her.
âOther people have to eat too.â Emmett said, dropping one off at Elizâs desk as well. âAnd no, you canât be jealous of each other, I got you the same thing.â Eliz seemed to pout, like she was hoping she would be able to hold something over Tia.
âThanks Emmett.â Eliz stated as he walked away to his own desk, sitting down and enjoying his own dinner. Several tablets lay sprawled across his desk displaying differing information regarding drug overdose victims of the past two years, along with any and all hallucinogenic drugs he could find. Several also held searches for anything and everything regarding âspidersâ in hopes that someone or anything could lead him to the men he was looking for. Even more had images of different types of syringes on them, a couple with kinetic technology brochures and memos to remind himself to get records for any and all sales of kinetic technology. A daunting task considering how many companies manufactured different brands of it, not to mention he had no name to cross reference to even if he could get it. Add on top of that all the victims. The ones that had been identified had no tangible connection to each other aside from vagrancy. Their families were either non-existent or might as well have been. Regardless, Emmett wasnât getting any information from them.
Every fiber in his being wanted him to faceplant his head into the desk. First day, first job, first failure. Without any leads, without any evidence aside from the painfully unuseful, and without any kind of possible guess as to where theyâll strike next this could quite easily become an open case for quite some time. Chances are they wouldnât be able to narrow anything down until their attacks became more widespread and the Spiders became more well known. Hell, without even a formal name they couldnât even start spreading word on the street to be careful for the drug.
Despite this, he stayed a couple hours longer, realizing at one point he had actually been dozing for several minutes. Deciding there was nothing more to be done, at least until there was another lead to go off of, he finished writing his report with a recommendation to keep scouring the streets for overdose victims suffering from internal cranial hemorrhaging as the CoD and for mentions of âSpidersâ. With nothing left to do, he submitted it to Sergeant Yoon for review.
First day down, lets hope my luck doesnât remain like this. Emmett thought to himself as he grabbed his jacket and shut off his station. With a bit of hope and luck, the Spiders would show up sooner rather than later. From there he would be able to continue his investigation. With a last look at his station he wandered out of the building and back to his car, looking up at the streets above him as he went.
Lumaire was about to get a lot deadlier.