The scene was set up in the husk of a building. Walls loomed on three sides, but there was no roof remaining. The floor was uneven, composed of layers of broken boards, shattered drywall and chunks of concrete.
This city is such a mess right now.
Yet there’s no way of knowing whether or not this building was like this before.
“There’s two more crime scenes like this?” Clockblocker asked, eyes wide. He craned his neck upward to look above them.
…alright, sounds like that was an even newer development than I thought it might be.
“Yeah,” Weld spoke.
“It’s the middle of the day,” Kid Win spoke, “Broad daylight.”
Huh. Someone destroying buildings… stealthily?
Clockblocker looked at the overcast sky above. Not quite daylight. And people weren’t around. It was still ballsy, and more than a little scary.
On each of the three interior walls of the older building was a body, twenty feet above the ground.
Oh.
Yikes.
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