Tasi Morgan
and
William Reed
slipped away from the Great Hall, leaving the artifacts alone in their cases. Their footsteps echo gently over the polished marble floors, the statues and paintings in the museum watching impassively as they moved towards where the sound of death had echoed.
The anticipation built as they moved through the museum, with not another soul in sight, just the two of them, and their heartbeats, and a host of imagined nightmares as they neared the sight of another person's death.
When they rounded the corner, they found they'd entered the Egyptian wing of the museum, a host of sarcophagi, canopic jars, and ancient deities staring down at them as they came upon the devastation. It took a moment for their brains to process what they were actually seeing, though slowly, they began to put the pieces together.
An arm here, torn off, yet still wrapped in blood soaked black cloth with the hint of shattered humerus peeking out.
Hips trailing a segment of spine, with only one leg left attached.
The upper torso that had been torn off, the rips splintered and pried open, a mess of organs and partially gnawed sweetmeats lying inside.
A sig sauer still clutched in a hand.
Drag marks through the splatters and sprays of blood.
And all of it sitting in front of a display case that looked as though it had exploded out from the inside, fragments of plexiglass and ancient pottery laying all around...
I will gladly accept int+investigation or int+medicine. Additionally, the sig sauer will use the following stats: Pistol, Light 2L 20/40/80 17+1 2 1 •••