SATe [✔]

[9] druxy

She must have been scorning herself; an injury to the shoulder forbidding her from moving on her own. I had resorted to carrying her, trusting that the creature that we had blindly followed in here had been alone and I was free from worrying about an attack from behind. Cavendish didn't object to being picked up and set to work on clearing up the mess we had created.

"C29 Cavendish. We have a C3, C28, and C38. I'm requesting both a C27 and C37, with an immediate C30."

The meaning behind her words had passed over my head; I would have to ask Franklin for a decoding guide; I had only heard a few in my brief encounters with the team, but I couldn't help but wonder how on earth they remembered so many. I could try to common-sense some answers just out of what had occurred and how she phrased herself; but even then, that left too many questions.

By the time I had struggled to find a staircase that led us upstairs, the team had already gathered outside, swarming around a grimacing Franklin. As a group of masked men walked past us and into the building his eyes fell on Cavendish and I and I was filled with a sense of dread. I had overlooked how impeding Franklin was; he was standing tall amongst the rest of the team, stoic with glazed-over eyes that had developed into a glare as Cavendish and I had come into his view.

"You're always getting yourself into trouble, Cavendish." He muttered, stepping forward to take her from my arms, an exchange I was happy to conform to. She'd gladly accepted the transfer, her face burying into his chest as his arms wrapped around her legs and back.

"I'd hardly think this to be my fault," I heard her mutter as he walked off with her in his arms. Before I know it, I'm taken hold of by Darwin and Smith, who lead me back into the building, much to my dismay. It was a decision I didn't understand since as soon as we walked back in, I was left to linger on my own at the edge of the scene; watching as the masked men from earlier swarmed the three bodies we left down here.

"Where do you suppose the rest are, Darwin?" Priestley had asked, her gloved hands inspecting the mouth of one of the nurse victims. I couldn't help but wonder what she meant; surely this was enough of a victim pool; I could see evidence of at least three victims in the scene, and The Locality had only reported three missing people.

The team had busied themselves; they'd briefly inspected the scene and instructed the men who had entered first to bring some lighting sources down to ease the process. Each of them had then left to grab some metal boxes that I soon found out to be full of medical supplies and investigation tools; magnifying glasses, tapes, scalpels, gloves, prongs; anything I could possibly expect of only a television drama, seemed to be in at least one person's supplies.

Smith had snuck her way onto the scene after a few minutes and immediately pulled out a large camera from a bag and began to take a variety of pictures; the scene as a whole, the faces and bodies of the two victims, and the pink fluid that had been spilt across the room. I didn't want to consider why it seemed to cover several walls and trailed around the floor.