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Oh, 'e did; it's the wrong one I've got 'elping. Still weren't 'im.

[The smallest shrug; she's still letting him help and he's actually being helpful.]

Slevin says a grown man, strong but not a professional; took 'im down from be'ind and dug 'is eyes out before 'e saw the face. Might be the only reason 'e's going for the eyes. Tied 'em up; there were rope marks on Alpha. 'Old on, the Captain sent a picture.

[She forwards a video clip from her own comm: Captain Bush's transmission from the pub.]

Slevin didn't know 'im. This is someone that's been 'iding in plain sight, but I can't believe 'e's been 'ere that long. I thought I'd start with a quiet chat with all the grown men that've arrived most recently. 'Ow'd you feel about working with Dent? One good cop, one bad one, one watching on a sneaky comm transmisson, per'aps?

[No, she's not specifying who should do which.]

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[He watches, frowning, rewinding and rewatching some parts.]

...Sorry, darlin', but I don't want to get my head blown off for stepping on his shoe laces. I'm pretty happy to do damn near anything else, but I've never done the partner thing well, and he's a rabid dog.

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Aye. I know. 'E followed me home while you were asleep; please can I keep 'im?

[She's mostly joking.]

...Not like that. I'm not quite sure what it is like. Still. All right. Ryan, Arkin, Stark, Hobbs, Nathan... am I missing anyone? Pick one and we'll check 'im out.

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Lordy, what'll you bring home next?

[He doesn't really recognize any of the names, so he picks one at random--or not so random, since he goes alphabetically.]

I'll take Arkin. Anything I should know about him first?

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[She grins, a little shamefacedly.]

I'll walk 'im regular and keep 'im off your trousers. Arkin's Elena's warden and... my gut says no but I can't rule 'im out. 'E's definitely a hardarse and 'e's one of them iceberg types. You know. Not much showing.

Oh, and Morgana says Nathan's turned up missing. Not a good sign.

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Let's see what new kid's missing, then. Time to start searching.

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...Dean, when you get round to this, d'you know of any spooky reasons to be collecting human offal? Sweetbreads and kidneys don't seem very symbolic of owt. I'm guessing the eyes is just to stop 'em seeing what's what.

You, watch your back. Go armed. Slevin and Alpha might've been off their guard but they weren't soft touches, either of 'em.

[She knows he has guns. She never asked for them back after Port Clusterfuck.]

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Some untrained git playing Surgery's not the worst I've been against. He touches me he's losing more than his eyes.

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Good.

[Also fucking sexy. Iris there is something wrong with you.]

...cut summat off 'im for me, Slevin's a mate of mine. I'm on me way to check Nathan's room and if 'e's not there we're searching top to bottom.

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Keep me up to date, soon as you can.

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emperor missing, zane going berserk

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Find out if Emperor went home

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trouble is there's no way to be sure. we were working on a dead drop messaging system but we never got it off the ground yet. i know his room's still there. so is nathan's but no sign of either.

...and now zane and harvey are fighting. ilu for beng able to keep your head in a bloody crisis.

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[Ohoho, you are going to have questions later, Iris. But right now he's in work mode, and just smiles to himself and lets her little phrase slide.]

Want me to tell 'em to knock it off?

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[Dean hasn't taken back anything he's ever handed Cain or been aware of him having, either, except his personal Glock. He says nothing about that, instead jumping in right where he's been namechecked.]

Spooky reasons, huh? Not unless they're feeding zombies, which I might add Arthas has been raising in the CES, or an extremely high level voodoo priest or priestess I don't know about.

But most the spells I know that call for animal organs are meant to be helpful, so I doubt it.

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Aye, I saw the bear. 'E's like a kid with a new toy. A really gross new toy.

There's a sort of ...ritual feeling to the way the bodies were left. It might be a thing, or it might've just been someone's idea of a laugh.

Alpha's ears in the drinks makes me think it were more like a joke, though.

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I could take a look at it if you've got any leftover video or if it's not cleaned up yet, but I'm late to the party, and civilians always tromp all the evidence.

...Hell, I think I showed up just in time to play cleanup crew anyway. Like no one else around here knows how to get blood out of grout.

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You know, the ears might just be the punchline. I mean so far he's taken all organs...organs make a meal, ears garnishing a drink to top it off. Course I think we'd notice someone barbecuing a set of kidneys in the kitchen, Riddick's on top of that shit.

Dean, I'm not all that sharp with investigations, you got any tips you want to give me, should I stumble on another vic?

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Get video on it, call me or Iris, whoever responds first, and for the love of god don't touch anything or get near anything, even if you don't think it's important. If it is something in my wheelhouse, it's always the details that set it apart and civvies just don't recognize that shit. Use your ears and nose, too, not just your eyes; I doubt we'll find any sulfur around here, but there's other things that leave behind a distinctive smell.

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Got it. [The lovely thing about elite assassins is they can follow such directions to the letter.] I'll keep people off it, too, till you or a cop gets around to it. Who do we trust to process a crime scene?

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No. No cops. Not if we're looking at ritual sacrifice or my kinda business - they're as bad as anyone else about that crap.

Mal will know what to check for, if she shows up. Once we've had a go at it, whoever Iris has working on it is fine by me.

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Just the Alpha video, sorry love. Megamind and the new lad found Slevin, they both did their nuts and rushed 'im right to the infirmary.

[Iris is rolling her eyes slightly.]

I find the next one, no bugger's getting close till you've 'ad a look, I promise. No promises about Zane if it's the Emperor, mind.

I really 'ope it's not.

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