Week 2 - April 13th

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Week 2: Investigation

The Sergeant's deadline is tonight. An offer to get in contact with people you know, yet also a threat. Given how fed up he was, it's unlikely he's joking about the kind of cruelty he's willing to go through for the sake of getting what he wants.

That's why it may not be so surprising that, early in Friday morning, there's this air of tension, despite the bright sun in the sky. It doesn't help that a firetruck and a couple patrolcars race through the streets, passing in front of the motel and going west. The reason why is clear after a single glance:

There's a thick column of black smoke emanating from somewhere inside the Junkyard.

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[doublelammy]

[Sirens.

Again.

She's following the cars this time. To the junkyard.]

[pursuitofdeath]

[Oh. Hmm. That seems fine! What's burning???]

[saladandeggs]

CAN’T A MAN GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE?!

[Frasier Cranium emerges. Tired. Cranky. Stumbling towards the smoke.]

[protectandselfserve]

[Well, that sure smells like trouble. To the junkyard!]

[icariot]

[ at the first sign of trouble, Hawks takes to the air. When he sees the smoke, he's going to head direct to the smoke stack. Is there anything noticeable from the air?]

BODY ANNOUNCEMENT

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[Among the firefighters still astonished at what happened, among the commotion of finding a car on fire in middle of the junkyard...comes the Sergeant. He's sitting on top of a pile of scrap, watching the visitors]

About time this happened. I must say, when I ask for a murder, it seems the killers don't do this half-assed.

[And he likes that. He seems so satisfied about this crime!]

As you can see, Moloch von Zinzer is dead. Your duty now is to uncover his killer. I'd explain to you the procedure, but I suspect a certain trio already took care of that for me. I'll call you to the trial room when it's time.

[And he doesn't stay long to confirm if that's true or not. In a moment, before anyone can do anything, the Sergeant rolls back and vanishes behind the pile of scrap, nowhere to be seen]

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