Local police had been tipped off that the house was being used to store and sell illegal drugs some weeks ago and they’d been watching it ever since. It did indeed seem to be some sort of distribution hub for criminals but they’d seen no evidence of drugs just a lot of money exchanging hands. They showed their recordings to the local judge who’d had no problems with writing them a search and seize warrant. Everyone was keen to prove they were doing their bit to clean up the streets and so just hours later they were smashing the front and rear doors in.
Only two shots were fired, the first shot was at the lead police officer and the second from the lead officer who killed the suspect straight off, after that exchange every one else seemed keen to place their weapons and themselves on the floor. It was one of the first few SWAT officers who discovered the hidden and locked door, he’d been looking for hidden suspects when his foot had caught something, when he’d looked down to see what it was, he realised the wood he’d caught was hiding another door. Two of them had cleared the area and tried the door, it was locked, he’d radioed his team leader who had arrived shortly afterwards and bought another two officers with him.
They’d had a short discussion, they’d listened and had heard nothing. They’d come to the decision that this is where the scumbags were hiding everything and they’d proceeded to smash it in. They quickly realised it was a basement and they descended carefully with every step convinced they were about to get shot at but nothing happened. They rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and the first SWAT officer gagged at the scene that greeted him. The second man had been a police officer for much longer and tried to remain calm as he tried to sum up what he was seeing to those still descending the stair case.
The woman was sitting in a metal chair, blood was pooling around her feet and it wasn’t until the closest officer heard a strange gurgle that he realised she was even alive.
It wasn’t long before the house was a hive of activity both inside and out. Police tape seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see and it wasn’t long before Myles, who was still travelling back to his headquarters from down south received an urgent call, one he’d hoped he wouldn’t get.
“Is this Detective Myles?”
He confirmed quickly that it was.
“This is Commander Bedford, we’ve just raided a house we suspected of storing and shipping drugs and money. In the basement we found a woman beaten to within an inch of her life who has the name Charon Death printed on the inside of one of her boots.”
Myles didn’t know how he should respond but again he thought back to the medical files.
“Does she have a pentagram scar on her back?”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone.
“I’m sorry we can’t check medical’s yet, the paramedics are busy trying to stabilise her. They aren’t sure whether she’ll survive the trip to the hospital and the air ambulance is on route right now. Someone decided to break every bone in her body with a hammer.”
Myles sucked his breath through his teeth.
“Can you please keep me informed? We should be arriving on scene within the hour.”
He could hear talking and panicked instructions being barked out in the background before the Commander answered him.
“I’ll do my best, this whole scene is a mess and we’re still trying to figure out what was going on here.”
Myles snapped the phone shut and immediately phoned Death manor, Kizmat picked the phone up on the first ring.
“Is that Kizmat?”
Kizmat growled at him that it was.
Twenty minutes later Kizmat arrived at the hospital.
