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As the sun sank lazily beneath the horizon, casting bloody shadows of orange and crimson, a lean figure stepped lightly from behind a ramshackle apartment building, it's sides burned by a fire set many years ago by a mad arsonist. The figure was one with the shadows, moving like an umbral liquid through the slums, casting no shadow himself in the fading light. As the last of the burning orb sunk behind the horizon, the figure detached itself from shadows, and leapt gracefully atop the apartment building, using the window sills to gather himself for each leap. landing atop the roof, he sprinted across to the top of another, and continued to do so until he arrived at his destination. The church had long been abandoned, after claims of bizarre murders taking place within it's walls. The figure entered through the great wooden doors, pushing them both aside with his right hand. The church interior was darker than pitch, and a mortal would be unable to make out anything in the sable darkness. But the figure was no mortal, he was something far more, and far less.
"Pontius, I see the years have treated you well." Intoned a willowy man with skeletal, pinched features at the stained altar. "I haven't seen you since that unfortunate business with Gaul. I was beginning to think that one of the humanii had ended you prematurely."
Pontius' mouth twitched into a grin, "Ah, Nero, it has been too long, judging by your face, I take it you have not fed in months," responding in perfect Latin.
"Times have been hard for our kind, some of the cattle begin to suspect, and when they suspect, they begin to doubt the facade of lies and science that we have worked so hard to erect around their minds. You are old enough to remember the purged of that damnable King Charlemange. I sense that it shall happen again, we must act now, weed the reckless from our ranks, those that do not feed in the darkness, but kill without reason to show their superiority over the cattle."
"Times are not as bad as you would believe, old friend. The sire of our race is returning."
Nero looked shocked, "Cain? He returns? After so long? I had thought he would never return, especially after his power-hungry heir, Judas slew most of his ilk. If what you say is true, then we must act in haste, the cattle must learn to fear once again!"
Pontius laughed, a sound like paper being torn in two, "And just a moment ago you were advocating silence and culling our ranks. Very well, as it has always been, those that doubt must be destroyed, inform the Covens at once, a new age is dawning, and all must be prepared."
Nero motioned towards the door, "Then perhaps you should meet with Rasputin, the Sage is being held by the Opriknikki in the farmland of this city, he should shed some light on your quest."
"Thank you old friend, I shall do just that..."
The figure soared into the night, taking the form of a raven, flying towards the rural areas of the city.

Sindri draged a dead body through the outskrits of the city , allowing its blood to pore out to attract his brethen. He throws it against a tree.
"Come out come out werever you are" he chants

An umbral raven detaches itself from the gloom, and transforms into a handsome man with a strong roman nose and pale flesh. In his hand is a gladius, dark sigils from ancient Hyperborea stamped into it's metal. A Garnet ring glints from the same hand, the Mark of Cain emblazoned upon it. He examines the corpse, and scowls.
"It has been centuries since I was last called in the Old Way, not since the reign of Czar Alexander. What do you want, I am pressed for time."

OOC: I've always wanted to do one of these. Can i join?
Player: Perkustiin
Character: Nigel Hawthorne.
Race: Vampire
Physical Description: 5.11, Middle Aged, once atheletic but now slightly overweight, grey hair. Suit.
Equipment: Cellphone, Old fashioned pocket watch,
Briefcase: Cash ($2000 small bills), Finanacial documents and Glock 17 with 30 hollow point bullets (1 full mag, 1 full spare) (bad shot), 12 infusions of catalysed pig plasma.
Backstory: Hawthorne is a liason for the guild of Vampiric Investors, looking to get downtown for a big financial deal. He is 167 years old and has only fed a handful of times, he has been 'clean' for 30 years, survives on infusions of plasma, which do not strengthen him in anyway. He is of noble English ancestry.
Location: Motel on Outskirts.
Vehicle: Black AMG mercedes, is an average driver.
Notes: Weak vampire, does not have any of the supernatural abilities associated. Is however super inelligent/manipulative. Can survive short intervals of sunlight (OOC: if Alright with GM).

NPC
Name: Stelek
Race: Vampire.
Physical description: 6.7, built like a brick gakhouse. Black kevalr carbon weave bodysuit, Enclosed black Bike helmet. Basically the black Stig.
Equipment: Silver-phosphourous micro stake carbine with nightsight and integrated uv projector, loads of Ammo. Excellent shot. Weapon is equally effective against Vampires and werewolves though less so against humans.
Backstory: Raised in the Vampire worshiping tribes of Germanica Stelek has served the guild of Vampiric investors for 700 years in it's various guises. He is currently serving as Hawthornes Bodyguard.
Vehicle: Ducati monster with off-road Mods.
Notes: Mute and incredibly stupid. Nonetheless Absolutely lethal. Is quite fond of Hawthorne. One puncture of his body armour could be lethal. Has to pray to Dagon, without fail, at midnight.

Intro:
Hawthorne awoke, it was just passed 6am. He had to get to the meeting tommorrow, he was stuck in this filithy motel in the meantime. Something was wrong, Stelek had left, gone to feed? No. It was far too late for that, the sun was almost up.

In a panic Hawthorne scrambled to the mini fridge, empty but for a useless collection of snacks and small liquor bottles. Stelek had taken his infusions of plasma. Hawthornes mind worked overtime, he claimed his only positive conclusion from the mess in his brain. Stelek could have easily killed him but chose not to.

His cellphone vibrated on the dirty bedside table, he snatched it up,
'Listen Hawthorne (his name was said with hatred,clearly this was either a hunter, werewolf or more senior Vampire) you've been betrayed, seems you angered the old ones somehow. Meet me under the Taylor Bridge [the middle bridge on map] at Midnight.' The caller hung up before Nigel could ask any questions... 'who are you?' He managed a few seconds later.

He felt a shiver and cold sweat beading on his brow, he had to get to a hospital or (he baulked a the thought) at least, feed.......

"Assistance...with this."
Sindri drops the metel rune covered box onto the ground.
"Then I will help you."

And we have started with a bang

Ghosty, i'm in awe off your rp.

And to the vamps, don't forget its 6 AM, the sun will be up soon. (i even rp'ed the rise of the sun in my first.)

And guys i know this may be you first text based rp. But at least try to write a paragraph of text each time.
Because those 3 sentence rp's annoy me. (Don't know if this is the same with the others.)
And they don't really add to the overarching story. I was even a bit confused about bloodreapers mini rp, that i had to scroll up to see what happened again.
(Nothing against you bloodreaper, but it was the first thing that popped in my mind.)

BIC:.........Burning Dawn part 2................

Sky wandered through the mansion, eating her cereals. "Where is he?" she said to no one in particular. She looked up at a camera hanging on the ceiling. She smiled, she knew where he was. She turned around and walked towards the northern wing. She walked past expensive paintings of modern painters. She didn't like it, but if someone came in it would confirm her wealth. She finaly reached the reinforced metal door. She typed the code in the terminal, the bowl of cereals dangerously waltzing on her left hand. The door opened without a hinch, revealing the stairs going down. She closed the door behind her and went down, eating the last of the crunchy cereals. She wasn't even down when the air became filled with smoke. Downstairs she saw James sitting behind his workbench. The bench littered with weapon parts, tools and ammo. Behind him there was a wall of monitors each one attached to a camera scattered throughout her estate. Nobody could com in unexpected. "Morning Vegas" James said lighting up a new sigaret. She layed her empty bowl on the bench. "Morning Jame....." She saw the threatening gaze of James "I'm sorry ... Colt."
"You'll have to learn to call me Colt, Vegas." "Yeah, I know. I just keep forgetting." James sighed, but knew he couldn't stay mad on her. She was like a daughter to him. "Just don't forget it when we're out on the streets." She pulled a bar stool next to her and sat on it. "Ok, will keep it in mind. So what did you want?" "What do you mean?" said James feigning innocence. "Well i know that i didn't activated my alarm last night." James chuckled, pulling the sigaret out of his mouth. "You got me. But first things first." He pulled out a gossip magazine and threw it on the bench. It was her blonde, light headed alter ego making out with a rockstar. "Nice job." He said. "Just doing what has to be done. …..At least those leeches will leave me alone for some time." James nodded. "But that’s not why you woke me up." "Right..." James turned his laptop around. "I think I’ve got something." He pressed the play button.

.... reporting live from Downtown Memorial Park where earlier this morning police were called to the scene of a grisly discovery.
The mutilated body of 23 year old Kristen Hood was discovered at approximately 4:00 A.M. this morning by city sanitation workers who then notified police of their find. Details are sketchy at the moment..but one eyewitness told this reporter that Ms. Hood appeared to have been ..quote "Ripped to pieces" Unquote. Authorities have declined to comment if there is any connection between this apparent murder and a similar,as of yet unsolved killing which took place last month. Police also refuse to speculate if these two incidents are connected to the disappearance of Kelly Murphy...who has been missing for over a week now,Ms.Murphy you may recall was last seen leaving Spiders bar on Rampart Street late on the night of October 3..the search for the young woman continues. Once again..A Ghastly scene at Memorial Park,23 year old Kristen Hood the victim of an apparent homicide.....

Sky took a heavy breath after watching the vid. "Definitely something there...... I don't trust it." "Same here.” James agreed. “This one is very aggressive and sloppy or .... its a trap." They looked at each other for a few moments, a smile growing on their faces. "Seems we're going to walk right into it, like two rookie hunters." "Yup, but I bet they won't expect this." James pulled out a sawed off double barreled shotgun. "Nice!" She said admiring the handiwork. "I even build in a flash." he said pointing at the little black stripe underneath the muzzle. "This'll annoy some vampires. But be careful its one use only." Sky stretched her hands out and James laid the sawed off in her hands. She pulled the gun towards her. It felt like a extension to her arms. "You got some mad skills Colt.” James smiled as he pulled out a new cigarette, dumping the remains of the first on a big pile of ashes. Sky opened the loaders checking everything on the gun. It really was a beauty. James pulled out a carton full of shells. “Silver?” She asked looking at the freshly made shells. “Ripped in pieces ….. Sounds wolfy doesn’t it?” “yep, wolfy indeed. But how long did this took?” James stretched out. “Don’t know … how late is it?”
Sky sighed, sometimes the job was more important than himself. “At least get some breakfast before we leave. Can’t go hunting on a empty stomach.” James grumbled, but he knew she was to stubborn to let this go. “Fine.” he muttered. “But I’ll be mad if the trail grows cold.” “Don’t worry old man.” She said pushing him towards the kitchen. “I promise you’ll get to see every wolf in Empire City.”

OOC: To avoid confusion, Colt and Vegas are their codenames. So if you guys talk to her you’ll think she’s Vegas and not Sky Henderson. This is to protect herself from unwanted attention.

Longinus climbed out of the sewers in a back alley, the sun was going to rise soon and he was hungry.
In front of him was three hobos huddling around a tin can fire.
The first never saw it coming. tHe first sweep cut through his ribs severing his torso in half.
"Come with me if you want to live.
One of the hobos fell to his knees in prayer ther other began to back away; The last thing that hobo saw was a spear of light fly towards his chest as Longinus threw one of his swords at him. It slammed into his chest knocking to the ground killing him instantly.
They chose death and they found it, if you want to live follow me. You have faith, it shall be rewarded.
Longinus sheathed his weapons and dragged the remants of the two hobos back to the sewers with the other one following close behind. Thats two more trophies for the trophy rack.

OOC:
Thats my first NPC and two kills(no hunger pangs for a while)
Player; Hlaine Larkin mk2
Character; Isaac Moon
Race; Human
Physical Description; 5'7'', 35ish, Unshaven, has been living in th street for 8 years.
Equipment; Half a bottle of buckie,
Backstory; was an accountant and was happily married until his wife was 'taken' by one of 'them'. Not long after that the firm he worked for closed down. Unable to keep up with morgage payments he got kicked into the gutter where he climbed into a bottle and ahs looked back since.

I just want to take a moment and welcome all the new PCs and congratulate everyone on some amazing RP work so far.
A quick note to the Vampires...please keep in mind that the RP time began at 6:00 A.M...Your RPs are fine,but they are taking place after 6:00 P.M. Game time (obviously)...NO interaction with any PCs during Daylight hours unless it's in some "Dark Lair"...


As for current Game Time..It is now 12:00 Noon...


@ Nachos...Caught that little "Pinkerton" reference did you ...

EDIT:...As always everyone feel free to PM me with any and all questions.
I'll be introducing a few more "Key" NPCs later tonight...each one will have relevance to PC Races in some way.

I'm going to also be compiling a PC list tonight...just to keep things organized,as well as going over all RPs and thinking up various "Events" (Both Minor and Major) that will be comming soon.

(Whoops, forgot about the time thing, since me and reaper are in the middle of an interaction, can we say this was the night before?)

Pontius points his gladius at the box with contempt.
"Where did you get that?"

Mordoskul wrote:(Whoops, forgot about the time thing, since me and reaper are in the middle of an interaction, can we say this was the night before?)

Pontius points his gladius at the box with contempt.
"Where did you get that?"

No Problem Mordoskul...The interaction between Reaper and Yourself can be taking place anytime after nightfall ( Which will occur at 6: 00 P.M. Game time for future reference).

(Whew! I'll take better account of the time of day next time.)

OOC:

Someone mentioned events, reveal PC race related NPC (... this sentence confuses me.)

Can't wait...

ooc: Edited my RP with the new time, sorry though it said 6pm.

Hawthorne grabbed a tourist map from the table by the room door, he took note that the Taylor bridge was within walking distance of the motel, he could take a shortcut through the sewer works he had noticed on the way and through the eastern slums (Or the eastern 'villages' as the tourist map called them). He thought it best to avoid the roads. He turned on the television, the local news; maybe one of stelek's victims had washed up giving a clue for where to avoid.

To his horror the news footage showed a helicopter view of the nearby sewerworks, two vagrants had apparently been ripped to shreds and left at the sewer entrances. Reporters were calling it an animal attack. The detective commenting on the story looked haggard, according to the rolling news these were the second and third victims found today.

Hawthorne switched it off, the fever would lessen if he slept a little longer. He resolved to take the shortcut regardless of the police presence, he knew they werent Stelek's victims, so it was his safest bet. Anyway he could talk his way through the police cordons easily. At this he remembered the numerous times his quick wit and charms had saved his skin; he had even on one occasion fooled a werewolve into believing that he too was a lycanthrope (who had recently fed on a vampire). Hawthorne lay back and set the alarm for 6.30pm.

silly boy wrote:OOC:

Someone mentioned events, reveal PC race related NPC (... this sentence confuses me.)

Can't wait...

Certain NPCs I introduce will be very relevant to the overall RP,for example...obviously Detective Pinkerton will be relevant to the Hunter Pcs for his gathered info,but he'd also be relevant to other Vamp and Wolf PCs as a potential thorn in their side.

Other PCs I introduce will be relevant to other situations...for example,I may introduce a Farmer with some " Mental instabilities" who allows Wolves to "Feed" on some of his livestock in exchange for protection...Get it?

Ah, i get it. Points to drive the story forwards and make us interact when the hunters are going to kill that farmer.

Sounds like a plan doesn't it, Halonachos.

silly boy wrote:Ah, i get it. Points to drive the story forwards and make us interact when the hunters are going to kill that farmer.

Sounds like a plan doesn't it, Halonachos.

Exactly...remember...certian NPCs/events are going to be put into play that will affect the course of the RP...how the PCs react/interact in these situations and with the NPCs will definitely have bearings on the RP and the PCs.

I can't stress enough that every PC needs to pay attention to details and look for "Clues" that will benefit them,and to fully understand that their actions could always lead to random consequences.

Not to mention how aimlessly murdering people is going to create consequences.

ghosty wrote:Not to mention how aimlessly murdering people is going to create consequences.

...Yup,while it's clear that our "Night Prowlers" have to feed,being sloppy about it will definitely draw the scrutiny of the Police force and the Hunters.

sillyboy wrote:Ah, i get it. Points to drive the story forwards and make us interact when the hunters are going to kill that farmer.

Sounds like a plan doesn't it, Halonachos.

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o.
And on this farm he had some livestock, e-i-e-i-o.
with neck bites here
and neck bites there,
here a bite, there a bite, everywhere a neck bite
old McDonald was filled with holes, e-i-e-i-o.


BIC:

Andy was woken by the bumps of the road, it appears that the truck lacked any suspension at all and that his spine may well end up in his own skull. The farm pulled into view, gates and tall flood lights surrounded the fields. The house in the middle of the fields looked to be three stories tall with what could easily be nine or so rooms inside. The only way to the farm was a private road which, unknown to Andy at the time, was constantly watched from a barn on the property. The barn itself was more of a guardhouse than an actual barn and contained two heavily fortified rooms for weapons and whoever was on guard duty. The Tahoe pulled into a six car garage attached to the house and the garage doors shut behind them, it was a pretty impressive bit of security they had out in the middle of nowhere.

Andy got out of the passenger seat and stretched, his back cracked as he twisted his torso slowly. The light in the garage was bright enough to make even the smallest bit of dirt stand out on the trucks inside. Kara opened the garage door and led Andy into the kitchen area of the house, an irish man walked up to greet them.

"Ah, Kara my girl," the man said while giving her a hug, "what brings you from the big ol' city?"

"New transfer," Kara pointed her thumb back at Andy who was just coming into the kitchen from the garage, "we need to get him settled here before we can take him into the city to get the lay of the land so to speak."

"Ah, name's Danny." Danny said as he grabbed Andy's hand tightly and shook it.

"Andy." Andy grabbed his hand and rubbed it.

"Sorry 'bout that, don't know my own strength I guess." Danny walked over to the counter and grabbed the can of soda he was drinking before.

"Danny's the assumed leader of this group." Kara closed the door behind Andy.

"Why's that?" Andy asked while setting his suitcase on the floor.

"Because he..." Kara was cut off by the irishman.

"I get to tell the stories about myself around here Kara." Danny said while smiling, "That way you guys can't screw it up."

"He sodomized a vampire." Kara blurted out.

"What?" Andy stared at Danny in shock and took a step back.

"It's not like that..." Danny took out a cigarette and lit it, "you see one night we cornered this vamp in the alley. He was cocky as hell, like most vamps are, and was laughing his ass off as we tried to get at him. It ticked me the feth off and I was tired of the vamp's jeers and taunts and overall being a vamp so I thought of a way that I could do damage to him while embarassing the hell outta him. I took the stake, lined up my charge, and drove the thing so far up the vamp's gak shoot that he probably had splinters in the roof of his mouth. Now you're supposed to put it through the heart to paralyze a vamp, but this had the same effect I'll tell you."

"That really doesn't change the fact that ou violated a vampire with a stake." Andy said still trying to grasp why a man would stake a vampire in the ass.

Danny shrugged, "Don't matter, it was fething hilarious and shut him the feth up so we could dry him in the sun."

"All right Danny, I'm going to go get him settled in." Kara said still smiling from the story.

Kara and Andy were in the second floor hall before Andy broke the silence.

"He really didn't do that did he?" he said quietly.

"He did, gets the spirits up whenever we talk about it." Kara said happily, she even snickered as she thought about it, "He also choked out a werewolf once, it broke his ribs but he held on until it passed out."

"If those are the qualifications to be the leader of this group, I'm fine where I am." Andy replied still thinking about Danny's motives.

Kara stopped at a door and opened it up, "This will be your room, right now you're in here alone because the other guy is stationed in the city. Bathrooms are down the hall and they are gender separated just like the rooms. We catch you in a girls room you lose your balls."

"Okay then, I think I can manage. I'm married after all you know." Andy wiggled his ring finger in the air.

"Good," Kara looked out the window, "we have one bit of advice for anyone who comes through here; no matter what find something funny."

"Is that why the sodomy story is big around here?" Andy asked.

"Yep," Kara looked down at the floor, "we go through a lot you know, killing things that aren't supposed to die, but we do it somehow. We find anything that could be possibly entertaining and have a laugh, helps us get through rough times."

"I understand that." Andy had never thought about his work affecting his mind before, it seemed like it never did but after thinking a bit he could see where it did, "What time are we going out into the city?"

"We might go out tonight, for one reason you can hit the ground running in terms of hunting here and two you need to see what the city looks like at night." Kara looked at the clock, "Get ready to go out at about nine, we'll have some weapons ready for you but we're going to be staying out of the sewers and slums."

"They're feasting on hobos already?" Andy feigned shock.

"They've been eating hobos for awhile, the slums are their hunting grounds." Kara replied.

"Oh," Andy shook his head, "with such a poor diet they shouldn't be too hard to kill."

"You sound like you won't have any trouble then." Kara said, "If you've got the guts we could venture into the sewers tonight."

"Oh, I've got the guts alright." Andy replied.

"Good," Kara smiled, "they like guts."

"You're sick, but I'll be ready by nine, gotta shower first." Andy said while smiling.

Excellent! Low lives getting eaten by sudo-prostitutes and her 500 year old mexican child friend won't be noticed at all!

But here's my question: Can the Werewolves age?

Chowderhead wrote:Excellent! Low lives getting eaten by sudo-prostitutes and her 500 year old mexican child friend won't be noticed at all!

But here's my question: Can the Werewolves age?

Nope...just like Vamps they stay the same physical age they were when they "Changed."

EDIT:...After reading ghostys RP and a bit of consideration on my part,I'll have to change my previous answer to this...

A child who is attacked by a Werewolf may or may not grow any older (Due to random effects of the Lycan Virus on the pituitary glands...BS I know but go with it..) in general an infected child will grow to young adulthood..(18-mid twenties) before the Lycan Virus arest all further ageing process.
Adults who are attacked remain at the same age as when they change...there sorted.

FITZZ wrote: I can't stress enough that every PC needs to pay attention to details and look for "Clues" that will benefit them,and to fully understand that their actions could always lead to random consequences.

Is it safe to say that Pinkerton is a cowboy?

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I can't stress enough that every PC needs to pay attention to details and look for "Clues" that will benefit them,and to fully understand that their actions could always lead to random consequences.

Is it safe to say that Pinkerton is a cowboy?

If by cowboy you mean a bit of a "rouge cop" who doesn't always go by the book...then yes,if by cowboy you means he participates in rodeos and wears a funny hat and a big belt buckle then no.

BTW Nachos..Loved your RP,but keep in mind...Hunters only get one Major NPC,so..as interesting as Danny is He'll have to remain a minor NPC...unless you plan to kill Kara off...or have another bit of "Fun in mind.
...I know I do..

Also...I'll suppose your.."Hunters House" will be open to other Hunter PCs...seeing as how it will require man power .

What defines minor and major NPC's?

The amount of posts they are allowed to be in, or whether they are killable?

Chowderhead wrote:What defines minor and major NPCs?

The amount of posts they are allowed to be in, or whether they are killable?

Everyone is killable..
My ideas concerning Major and Minor NPCs was basically put in place to avoid an avalanche of NPCs being brought into the RP (which unfortunately tends to happen from time to time).
Basically Major NPCs would be able to accompany PCs into combat/be side kicks/meat shields/love interest/etc.
Minor NPCs would be secondary characters who more than likely won't live through a combat situation.

FITZZ wrote: BTW Nachos..Loved your RP,but keep in mind...Hunters only get one Major NPC,so..as interesting as Danny is He'll have to remain a minor NPC...unless you plan to kill Kara off...or have another bit of "Fun in mind.
...I know I do..

Also...I'll suppose your.."Hunters House" will be open to other Hunter PCs...seeing as how it will require man power .

Danny was originally going to be my major NPC, but I thought that a guy like him would be too much to walk around with so he will remain a minor character.

The hunter house is always open to fellow hunters.

Good deal Nachos...

Ok guys I have a complete list of all PCs and their NPCs up in the introduction.
From the way it looks Vampires are definitely the dominant power in the city.

The door flutters open sending a gust of cool night air into the room, sending character sheets fluttering around several players sitting around a table as they moved there vampire and werewolf miniatures across the remains of a derelict city.

The dark outline of a man is seen silhouetted by the pale moon in the doorway.

"I have returned." he says with a crooked grin and pulls out a miniature and tosses it into the air.

It pewter fig cartwheels around several times before landing on the battlefield with a small metallic thud and stood perfectly on end.

The man smiled.

"Now" he said as he shifty eyed the room "Where are the cheetos?"

Fitzz looked at the man from behind the table.

"They are right next to you." he replied.

"And the Mt Dew?"

"In the fridge....duh!"

The man turned and disappeared into the kitchen.

(kudos if you get the reference)

Detective Pinkerton sat staring at the glowing computer monitor on his desk...his head ached and he was tired but ...he continued to mull over the homicides that had occurred.
The Hood woman this morning,then the two vagrants...who NCIC were still trying to identify..the MO were slightly different..but the killings had been savage in all cases...this had to be the work of one guy.
Pinkerton shuddered at the thought of more than one person who was capable of doing this sort of thing.
The Detectives fingers flashed over his keyboard,pulling up the file on a similar homicide that had occurred last month,Brianna James,29, an exotic dancer who had last been seen alive leaving her place of work an establishment called the "Pink Pony" at 4.00 am on Sept,21st,she'd been found early the following morning.." Ripped to pieces" Pinkerton muttered.." Just like the Hood woman".
The Detective sighed and pulled up the missing persons files... 7 cases..the Murphy girl the most recent,in the last three months.
" Jesus" Pinky sighed " What the hell is going on?"

Miles across the city.....

Sandi Ferris walked nervously to her car,her $100,000 dollar car,she quickly climbed into the Ferrari and placed the container on the passenger seat Jumping as her cell phone rang..." Yes" Sandi said trembling slightly at the voice on the other end " I have it"...she paused for a long moment " I'll drop it at the useful spot"...she frowned at the phone as the other party hung up.
Sandi shook her head...and a tear slipped down her face...what the hell had she gotten herself into...she had to get out of this before it got to deep...but...how,she had grown up with nothing...in a family of drunks and drug addicts...she'd turned to dancing as soon as she was old enough...just to get away...but now...she knew what she was doing had to illegal...how could it not be with all the money her mysterious benefactor was giving her just to deliver packages...she stared at the one on her seat now...and thought about opening it...just to see what it was she was carrying..." Has to be drugs." She thought...: " Has to be".
She stared at the in dash clock...8:00PM...she had to hurry..though she'd never met the man who called her...and left her packages filled with money...and this car...she knew better than to keep him waiting...something about him...terrorfied her...
She turned the key and the powerful engine roared to life...Sandi wiped the tear from her eye..." This is the last time" she whispered and tore off into the night.

Ok...Sandi is obviously carrying an important package...and has done so before...but...for whom...and...whats she been carrying?...stay tuned Night Prowlers...stay tuned.