Detroit Police Department
Meanwhile, John had followed through with the two plans—one, the suggestion to cover more ground, and his own to investigate the police station for leads. He approached the police station from a road with multiple exits and long sight-lines, to make sure he wouldn't get ambushed too hard as he parked and eyed the building.
Keeper of the Cookies
Corktown
Liese would feel an oppressive sense of sickening, foul negative energy as she tried to sense out the place. And it continued, down the street and it seemed to twist and turn, like someone had sent it long range...Todd looked at Weird and sighed. "Don't you know anything about a Warden's Sword?"
Detroit Police Department
"Good evening, officer." said a voice with a thick European accent. If John turned around, he'd see a man dressed in a black pea coat, black pork-pie-hat, and a thin, almost slightly skeletal face approaching him with an affable grin. "This is a rather odd hour to be on patrol, is it not?" asked the man.
Police Department
"It would be, if I was on patrol." John shrugged, drew his gun, and headed to the door, opening it with his gun ahead of him, ready to snap off a round of lightning at the slightest hint of danger.
Just a harmless giant from a foreign land.
Liese slowly pointed into the direction of the 'stench'
"Whoever did it worked the actual ritual raising the dead from afar. Somewhere in that direction. I'd advise we go and check it out."
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Weird nodded, "Let's go check this shit out." He mentioned, putting his hand on his pistol's grip.
Good to be back
Just a harmless giant from a foreign land.
Liese led on, quietly hoping no cop noticed how the Hunter was groping his gun.
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Jacques followed along quietly, one hand resting just atop the sports bag.
Still not embarrassing enough to stan billionaires or tech companies.
Weird attached a large iron and silver bowie knife to his belt, "Still, it at least can give you some offense." He commented, clipping a kukri knife sheath to his belt, and pulling out a sawed off shotgun. "Well, at least a range,"
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