No. If there was something to be found, it wouldn’t be here. She headed to the edge of the scene, where the police cars had all stopped. There were still spots and spatters of blood here and there, and bloody footprints, but not much. She walked around the police and the cars to check each set out. In every case, it seemed, the bloodied victims had either fallen where they lay or disappeared. Ambulances?
Or perhaps Siberian. See any power armor nearby?
Having checked the area, she moved further down the street to see the next closed-off alleyway. The same thing. A few more bloody footprints, but nothing beyond that.
Seems like we’ve got some sort of trail, at least?
The third blockade offered something. There was a spot where the blood was thicker, which didn’t match up with the other spaces.
Ahh – a little newer, maybe?
The trail extended further than it did elsewhere.
Yeah, here we go, trail acquired.
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