You wake to the heat breaking in the morning. It's
actually morning, bright. Sunny. Probably all of you are pleased to have gotten through the night with sleep, or at least with no sudden gunshots and impromptu investigation.
Cherish that brief bliss. Enjoy your morning routine, as long as it's in the motel. Once you
leave the motel, you see, it's obvious something awful's happened again.
Someone has taken the Sergeant's bait.
Because, right outside the very door of the building you sleep in,
there's a broken body to greet you.
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We need to be careful of that. We don't know if it's damaged or liable to explode.
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[As if there’s a worse than how she is, but - it hasn’t sunk in that far yet, even with the way her voice comes out thick and choked.]
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[ once tired of screaming, it seems like oda’s... not exactly okay. he’s deadpan, but not... not like usual. ]