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He wore a hooded crimson jacket, that was a bit large on him despite clearly being carefully tailored, even in the dim light it was apparent with the unique design. It was modeled after an Ulster coat, cape included, though it extended just far enough to cover his pelvis. Thin black leather gloves hugged his hands tightly, thick black pants lay loosely on his legs, hemmed up by hand. The dark obscured his face under the crimson hood, and around his neck he had a bright red bandana. He held a few sheets of paper in his hand and was turning them over and over. Cardstock, folded up so that the writing was not visible.
He heard the bus stop above and pulled the bandana up over his mouth, putting the paper away, and began walking up the path, the trees on the path obscuring what little light there was from the shipping yard across the way. He listened carefully for voices, and there they were, two of them. A pair, he listened to them talking, a supervisor and a loader, working for the UPS shipping facility just past the navy facility down the hill. They spoke of their upcoming shift, complaining of boredom and soreness from their respective jobs. When they met on the path he walked past them, nodding at them. Once they continued walking he pulled his knife out of his pocket and turned on his heel, flicking the blade open.
He stabbed the younger one first, in the neck. A liquid gurgle came out of his mouth in place of a scream as the man used the crook of his foot to hook the supervisor's leg, pulling back and causing the man to fall down. As the supervisor fell he pulled his knife out of the young one's throat, and he turned to see the man's dark colored complexion before falling himself. The man with the knife then turned his blade on the older supervisor, going down on one knee and grabbing the man's head and smacking it against the concrete before stabbing him in the neck as well. The man's groan was cut off by a bloody gurgle before he even knew what was going on.
His two victims now silenced, he set to finishing the job, rolling over the younger man so his front was on the ground. He grabbed the man by the hair and slit his throat, soon doing the same to the older compatriot, allowing their blood to spill over on the ground. He lifted their jackets and stabbed under them a few times for good measure, never allowing his sleeve to be in the path of any blood spatter. Some of it got on his gloves but he wiped it off on their clothes before wiping the knife off on them as well.
He went through their pockets and pulled out their wallets and phones. He pulled the money out of their wallets and pocketed it. He paused for a moment, it was a windy night and he left a big mess for the note to get ruined in. He thought of it and pulled the note out of his pocket, seperating the individual pages before folding them back up and putting some of the sheets in each wallet. He took the hand of the younger one and forced his index finger to extend, swiping on both phones and calling 911 on each of them before setting their phones on the respective corpses. He stood up and began to jog carefully back down the path, going along the tracks of the railroad once at the bottom.
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Samuel sat at his desk at home, making puttering noises with his lips and playing with his fidget spinner. He had worked late that night and was trying to puzzle out what he wanted to eat now that he was home. He wore a blue button up short sleeve shirt, his badge strapped to his arm, and khakis with tan doc martens, blue laces. He spun in his chair repeatedly until his cell rang on his desk. He planted his feet and picked up the phone, the contact number said "PD27" and he sighed, picking up the phone, expecting them to be asking about his paperwork.
"Umm... Sir... Did I wake you?" He asked.
"No, no you did not, I got home just a few minutes ago, what's up?" He asked, relieved at the tone in the man's voice, indicating that there wasn't any paperwork that they needed to do.
"We uhhh... We got two bodies here..."
"Well, get forensics there, why are you bugging me about it?" Samuel asked, deciding he wanted a bloody steak.
The man gulped nervously on the other end, "I'm here with forensics and well... We found a note..."
Samuel sighed and looked at the time on his phone, "It's 11 at night, is this really the time to be calling me for a murder-suicide? They'll still be dead tomorrow. Do you really need a detective now?"
"The note was left by the killer... At the top is Two-Seven-Four-Four-"
"Wait, two thousand seven hundred forty-four? Is there a comma indicating it's two thousand?" Samuel interupted.
"Yes sir." The man replied shakily.
"I'm on my way, where is this?" He said, the steak could wait, he would grab a burger somewhere on the way.
"Swan Island, Waud Bluff Trail." The man said softly.
"Call my partner, I'll be there in 20 minutes." He said hanging up. He grinned widely and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and headed out.
He heard the bus stop above and pulled the bandana up over his mouth, putting the paper away, and began walking up the path, the trees on the path obscuring what little light there was from the shipping yard across the way. He listened carefully for voices, and there they were, two of them. A pair, he listened to them talking, a supervisor and a loader, working for the UPS shipping facility just past the navy facility down the hill. They spoke of their upcoming shift, complaining of boredom and soreness from their respective jobs. When they met on the path he walked past them, nodding at them. Once they continued walking he pulled his knife out of his pocket and turned on his heel, flicking the blade open.
He stabbed the younger one first, in the neck. A liquid gurgle came out of his mouth in place of a scream as the man used the crook of his foot to hook the supervisor's leg, pulling back and causing the man to fall down. As the supervisor fell he pulled his knife out of the young one's throat, and he turned to see the man's dark colored complexion before falling himself. The man with the knife then turned his blade on the older supervisor, going down on one knee and grabbing the man's head and smacking it against the concrete before stabbing him in the neck as well. The man's groan was cut off by a bloody gurgle before he even knew what was going on.
His two victims now silenced, he set to finishing the job, rolling over the younger man so his front was on the ground. He grabbed the man by the hair and slit his throat, soon doing the same to the older compatriot, allowing their blood to spill over on the ground. He lifted their jackets and stabbed under them a few times for good measure, never allowing his sleeve to be in the path of any blood spatter. Some of it got on his gloves but he wiped it off on their clothes before wiping the knife off on them as well.
He went through their pockets and pulled out their wallets and phones. He pulled the money out of their wallets and pocketed it. He paused for a moment, it was a windy night and he left a big mess for the note to get ruined in. He thought of it and pulled the note out of his pocket, seperating the individual pages before folding them back up and putting some of the sheets in each wallet. He took the hand of the younger one and forced his index finger to extend, swiping on both phones and calling 911 on each of them before setting their phones on the respective corpses. He stood up and began to jog carefully back down the path, going along the tracks of the railroad once at the bottom.
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Samuel sat at his desk at home, making puttering noises with his lips and playing with his fidget spinner. He had worked late that night and was trying to puzzle out what he wanted to eat now that he was home. He wore a blue button up short sleeve shirt, his badge strapped to his arm, and khakis with tan doc martens, blue laces. He spun in his chair repeatedly until his cell rang on his desk. He planted his feet and picked up the phone, the contact number said "PD27" and he sighed, picking up the phone, expecting them to be asking about his paperwork.
"Umm... Sir... Did I wake you?" He asked.
"No, no you did not, I got home just a few minutes ago, what's up?" He asked, relieved at the tone in the man's voice, indicating that there wasn't any paperwork that they needed to do.
"We uhhh... We got two bodies here..."
"Well, get forensics there, why are you bugging me about it?" Samuel asked, deciding he wanted a bloody steak.
The man gulped nervously on the other end, "I'm here with forensics and well... We found a note..."
Samuel sighed and looked at the time on his phone, "It's 11 at night, is this really the time to be calling me for a murder-suicide? They'll still be dead tomorrow. Do you really need a detective now?"
"The note was left by the killer... At the top is Two-Seven-Four-Four-"
"Wait, two thousand seven hundred forty-four? Is there a comma indicating it's two thousand?" Samuel interupted.
"Yes sir." The man replied shakily.
"I'm on my way, where is this?" He said, the steak could wait, he would grab a burger somewhere on the way.
"Swan Island, Waud Bluff Trail." The man said softly.
"Call my partner, I'll be there in 20 minutes." He said hanging up. He grinned widely and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and headed out.
