Cammie stared down the barrel of Mikayla's gun as Mikayla's death glare stared daggers into Cammie's fearful eyes. Cammie had never felt such a fear before. Her journey to find her love, so far a three day journey, just came to an abrupt halt in mere seconds. Mikayla steadied her gun on Cammie and spoke in a much harsher voice.
"I ask again. Tell my why you are really here and give me all the details." She cocked her gun, notifying Cammie that there were bullets in all six of the chambers. Cammie felt her body completely paralyze, unable to even speak. Cammie gulped and simply stared at Mikayla. Mikayla was clearly getting more more annoyed with every second that passed. "I'm beginning to lose patience Cammie. Now, I want you to tell me the truth. The WHOLE truth. And don't bother lying to me Cammie! I can tell if you are." Cammie saw the determination in Mikayla's eyes to find out the truth. As of right now, she felt a bizarre mix of respect and fear. She felt her throat become parched and stroked her hair again. Mikayla slammed her free hand on the desk and fired a shot, barely missing Cammie's head, hitting the wall behind her. "I said, NOW!" Mikayla's voice was filled with an array of anger and determination. Cammie gulped and finally managed to utter some words.
"I-I....w-w-well..." Cammie stammered as much as she could, attempting to stall for time, but not sure what will happen after a certain amount of time. "W-Well...h-he's...u-uh...."
Mikayla looked sternly at her and quickly reloaded another bullet into a chamber. "Keep going on Cammie. I'm listening and watching." Mikayla took a seat, keeping her gun trained on Cammie. She placed the paperwork down on the desk and looked at Cammie.
"W-Well...u-uh...u-u-ummm.....I-I've known h-h-him for a l-l-long ti-i-ime." Cammie continued to stutter. Her thoughts were flying at a thousand miles an hour and Cammie found herself unable to think clearly, except for one. Out of the entire mess of Cammie's thoughts, there was one clear thought that came through. It was a memory that happened long ago.
Cammie was rushing through the jungle, listening to the rustling of leaves and the sound of movements. She darted left and right as bullets flew at her from all angles. She ducked behind trees and under covers, trying to avoid the rain of metal flying at her. She remembered the smell of the crunching leaves as she landed on them. Leaves flew around her and then floated downward, each with a bullet hole in them. Cammie continued to run from her assailant, not know where he was or where he would be. Her training, all her scientific knowledge, was completely useless as she panicked, fleeing for her life.
She looked back and saw no one, but she could hear someone behind her. Cammie fled for her life, strafing left and right. She turned around and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. Not just any gun, but a custom made gun. It was completely silver coated with a .45 mm barrel. It was about a foot and a half long and had a hand holder on the barrel and one on the handle. Technically, it was more like a rifle. The trigger on the gun was polished with a golden paint and the metal around the trigger was also gold painted. The sight on the rifle was about 2 mm tall and 3 mm thick with a curve out of it of about 1 mm. On the side of the gun was an illegible signature belonging to the owner. The barrel of the rifle on the inside had curved ridges, which caused the bullets that were shot out to spin as they flew.
Cammie quickly slipped and fell to the ground as the rifle shot a bullet, causing Cammie's assailant to fall dead. Cammie looked up at her savior and saw a man. He was about six feet tall and seven inches. He had short brown hair and a green army helmet on. He had a light green shirt on and dark green pants. Strapped around him was two belts of ammo in the form of an X. On his back was another gun, much like the one that he shot. He had a belt on that had two holsters, each containing a six chamber revolver. He looked down at Cammie's fear-induced face and strapped his gun on to his back. He extended his hand and picked Cammie up.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked in a somewhat gruff voice. Cammie nodded and turned around to see the dead body of her assailant. She took a deep breath and looked back at the man. She nodded and the man looked around, making sure that there were no other assailants. He put his hands behind his head and he turned around, with his back facing Cammie. Cammie took much more note to all the details of the guns. The man began to walked off when Cammie extended her arm out and grasped his shoulders.
"H-Hey, wait," spoke Cammie is a soft, meek voice, "Wh-who are you?" The man turned his head and looked at her. He said nothing and continued walking. Cammie grasped his shoulders again. "Please! Who are you?" She asked again, a bit more demanding this time.
The man quickly turned around and pulled a revolver out and aimed it at Cammie's forehead. Cammie panicked and fell to the ground again, scuffing up her lab coat. He said nothing, but his glare was enough of a message, saying that she should leave him alone. Cammie nodded and the man put away his revolver. He turned around and walked away from Cammie when she darted at him. She grabbed one of his rifles and aimed it at him, her arms shaking as she held the gun to her savior.
The man looked at her and quickly swiped her legs, knocking her down and causing Cammie to shoot into the air. He grabbed and knocked the rifle out of Cammie's hands and pinned her down with one arm. Using his free arm, he pulled out one of the revolvers and placed it firmly against Cammie's forehead.
"And here I thought saving you was worth something." The man's icy stare glared at Cammie. "I'm beginning to lose patience. What do you want with me?"
"I wanted...to be......with you.....for protection. Y-Y-You saved me a-a-after all. There had to be a r-r-reason." The man looked at her and there was a pause of silence. Even the birds had stopped moving and were quiet. The gun never left Cammie's forehead as the man thought. Cammie felt her fear rush through her savior held her life in his hands. Finally, the man stood up and put away his revolver. He walked over and grabbed the rifle, placing it on his back. He stretched and began to walk off.
"H-Hey!" Cammie shouted to the man again, but quickly cupped her hands over her mouth, recalling what just happened.
The man looked at her and continued walking. "If you're going to come along, start walking kid." Cammie quickly stood up and followed the man that saved her life. After all, that was the first time Cammie met Snipe.
Anytime she ever thought of that memory, she always felt more confident. The calm and collected way Snipe responded in any situation always gave Cammie confidence. Cammie regained her composure and stared Mikayla in the face. She slammed her hands on the desk as she stared Mikayla in the face.
"Mikayla, this friend of mine, a very important friend, has been with me for years. I've spend many months with him, gone on dozens of journeys, and shared countless memories with him. He is the most important person in my life and I'd do anything for him!" Cammie's voice could have rattled the windows, but instead, rattled Mikayla completely. Mikayla looked at Cammie with wide eyes and smiled.
"Ah, I can see the truth in your eyes, or, rather, your cheeks. You have a dimple that develops whenever you lie." Mikayla pointed to Cammie's right cheek and Cammie quickly blushed." Anyways, please, continue. What is the name of this friend of yours?" With that, Cammie lost her composure again. She had been so confident in her response to Mikayla that she forgot to plan out her responses to Mikayla's potential follow up questions. She sat back down and thought about her response. "Come on Cammie. It's a simple answer." As Cammie was about to answer, the door behind Mikayla opened up. This startled Mikayla and she fired at the stranger. The stranger didn't even blink as the shot was fired and looked around.
The stranger was a man, about 35. He wore a long sleeved denim shirt with a white tee underneath. His left arm was in a dark blue sling at a 90 degree angle at his chest. He stood about six feet tall and nine inches. He had short brown hair and a neatly groomed short beard. He had long blue jeans on that had no evidence of wear or tear. He had a light brown belt that had a large silver emblem on the front. He had a slim build and wore an ascot around his neck.
"Tyler!? Wha- How did you even get in here!? I locked the door!" Mikayla exclaimed, putting her gun back in the holster at her side. She quickly stood up and faced Tyler.
"Have you forgotten already Mikayla? I thought I explained this to you?" Tyler pulled a silver key with a red ribbon tied around the end out of his right hand pocket with his free hand. "I have the Skeleton Key of Swan Valley. I can open any of the locks here in town."
"Oh, right. Sorry Tyler. You explained that to me over the phone while I was on the train and there was static and it was hard to hear and.." Mikayla started to drone on until Tyler held his hand up and silenced her.
"So, this is the new assistant of yours that I'm hearing about, huh?" Tyler asked, glancing at Cammie. Mikayla nodded and handed Tyler the paperwork. Tyler shifted through it skillfully using only one hand. "Impressive. A forensic expert and a chemist. This will be very interesting to have on hand, especially now." Tyler placed the paperwork inside his cast and looked back at Cammie.
"Um, Tyler, is something wrong?" Mikayla asked with a slightly worried tone in her voice.
"Yes, we've found a body." Tyler nodded as Mikayla and Cammie both looked at Tyler wide-eyed.
"WHAT!? And you didn't think to mention that before!?" Mikayla yelled. "Well don't just stand there! Let's go! Cammie! Come along! You aren't leaving my sight yet until I have full answers from you." Tyler led the way as Mikayla came after. Cammie sighed and got up and followed Mikayla's pace.
The crime scene was flooded with a crowd of spectators. The area had been roped off with yellow tape. The ground around the area was a mixture of desert sand and rusted dirt. There were sparse desert plants around and a few desert critters scampering around. The sky was light blue with puffy clouds dotting the area. The crime occurred just north of Swan Valley, near the Laggorian Plains. Tyler, Mikayla, and Cammie arrived on the scene within 30 minutes. The smell of rotting corpse had not begun to fill the air, but it was heavily present around the body.
"Ugh...I'll never get used to that smell." Mikayla gagged, covering her nose and mouth with her vest. Cammie pulled out her journal and made a quick sketch of the area while Mikayla and Tyler investigated the body. "Just horrific. A bullet straight through the back of the skull. Horrible and painful way to die." Mikayla remarked, her voice muffled by the vest.
"Huh..odd." Tyler picked up something and put it in a plastic bag, which he promptly placed in his pants pocket. "Cammie, get over here and use your scientific expertise to gather some information."
As Cammie began to walk over, a sudden siren stopped her dead in her tracks. It was a loud siren, not like a fire engine or an ambulance, but just an alarm in general. Cammie turned around to see what caused the sound, as did Tyler. Mikayla, on the other hand, turned and looked in wide-eyed horror. Approaching from the south were a squad of police officers. They quickly held back the crowd of spectators while some of them pulled Tyler, Mikayla, and Cammie from the scene.
"H-Hey! You can't do that!" exclaimed Cammie, struggling against the might of the police officers.
"Actually, I can." claimed a feminine voice. From behind the mass of police officers stood a tall woman, about 34 years old. She wore a light blue police uniform, but it was unbuttoned and wore like a jacket. Underneath, she wore a light pink halter top and a long black skirt. She had shoes that looked like a fusion of high heels and sneakers. Her long, flowing, black hair was tied down in a long ponytail and reached down to her waist. She wore cherry red lipstick and had two diamond earrings. She looked at Cammie with her jade green eyes, her eye shadow making it seem as if her eyes were half closed; some of her make-up made her eyes sink into her skull, almost like a raven, a hawk, or a crow. "By the order of Martin Barquette, this has now become an official, federal case, led by me, Magdalena, Chief of Federal Police." Cammie looked over at Mikayla, who nodded.
"Yep, Martin Barquette, my brother." Mikayla answered Cammie's unasked question. "And this woman here," Mikayla gestured to Magdalena, "is my older sister." Cammie looked back at Madgalena, who simply smirked. "How did you even know there was a murder here?"
"Foolish sister. I have a nose for these sort of things." Magdalena laughed. She gestured for the investigator who was examining the body to come over. The man stumbled a bit and handed Magdalena a report.
"Ma'am Magdalena! The victim was shot in the back of the skull." the man reported.
"Well, yeah. Even I could have told you that sis." Mikayla replied.
"Be quiet Mikayla. Continue."
"Yes Ma'am Magdalena! The victim had his fingerprints burnt off and his face was badly charred. Everything about this man is completely unrecognizable and we are unable to identify him by looks alone. We are sending some DNA to the lab, but no idea if it'll match anyone in our data banks." Magdalena nodded and sent the man away to continue investigating.
"Now then," Magdalenda started, turning back to face Cammie, Tyler, and Mikayla. "I'm not allowed to do anything to you Tyler, so you can be on your way." She gestured and the police man shoved Tyler out of the crime scene. Tyler scoffed and walked back to town. "However, you two, I can punish for being in this crime scene."
"H-Hey! We were investigating this scene first! This means that you intruded on our investigation!" Cammie exclaimed, but Mikayla quickly shot Cammie a glance to be quiet, clearly showing a bit of fear.
"Excuse me!? Who do you think you are?" snapped Magdalena. Cammie's thoughts raced as she pondered an answer to get out of the situation.
"I am the scientist working on this case. Why else would I be wearing this lab coat?" Cammie replied. Magdalena looked at Cammie puzzled.
"What? I don't recall my brother sending any scientist." Magdalena responded with an inquisitive tone in her voice.
"Well, he did. And if you don't let me and Mikayla go, I'll report you to Martin for interfering." Cammie did one final struggle against the might of the police man, but no avail.
"Sister, is this true?" Magdalena asked Mikayla. Mikayla looked at Cammie, then nodded at Magdalena. "Alright, release them." At her command, Mikayla and Cammie were released from the grip. "Continue investigating. Let me know if you find anything unusual." With that, Magdalena walked off to talk with other members of the investigation.
"Well played Cammie." Mikayla said under her breath. Cammie looked around and walked over to the body, but as she was about to look, she was interrupted again; but when she saw what interrupted her, she was sent into an intense state of panic. "What's wrong Cammie?" Mikayla asked. Cammie stood, frozen in fear, her legs ready to run.
A man rushed to Magdalena and showed her something. They talked for a little while until the man displayed what he had. The man handed her a gun. Not just any gun, but a custom made gun. It was completely silver coated with a .45 mm barrel. It was about a foot and a half long and had a hand holder on the barrel and one on the handle. Technically, it was more like a rifle. The trigger on the gun was polished with a golden paint and the metal around the trigger was also gold painted. The sight on the rifle was about 2 mm tall and 3 mm thick with a curve out of it of about 1 mm. On the side of the gun was an illegible signature belonging to the owner. The barrel of the rifle on the inside had curved ridges, which caused the bullets that were shot out to spin as they flew.
Cammie, the moment she saw that, knew in a heartbeat. The victim, the dead body that lie behind her, the mound of rotting flesh and flies, was none other than her sweet love.
It was Snipe.
"I ask again. Tell my why you are really here and give me all the details." She cocked her gun, notifying Cammie that there were bullets in all six of the chambers. Cammie felt her body completely paralyze, unable to even speak. Cammie gulped and simply stared at Mikayla. Mikayla was clearly getting more more annoyed with every second that passed. "I'm beginning to lose patience Cammie. Now, I want you to tell me the truth. The WHOLE truth. And don't bother lying to me Cammie! I can tell if you are." Cammie saw the determination in Mikayla's eyes to find out the truth. As of right now, she felt a bizarre mix of respect and fear. She felt her throat become parched and stroked her hair again. Mikayla slammed her free hand on the desk and fired a shot, barely missing Cammie's head, hitting the wall behind her. "I said, NOW!" Mikayla's voice was filled with an array of anger and determination. Cammie gulped and finally managed to utter some words.
"I-I....w-w-well..." Cammie stammered as much as she could, attempting to stall for time, but not sure what will happen after a certain amount of time. "W-Well...h-he's...u-uh...."
Mikayla looked sternly at her and quickly reloaded another bullet into a chamber. "Keep going on Cammie. I'm listening and watching." Mikayla took a seat, keeping her gun trained on Cammie. She placed the paperwork down on the desk and looked at Cammie.
"W-Well...u-uh...u-u-ummm.....I-I've known h-h-him for a l-l-long ti-i-ime." Cammie continued to stutter. Her thoughts were flying at a thousand miles an hour and Cammie found herself unable to think clearly, except for one. Out of the entire mess of Cammie's thoughts, there was one clear thought that came through. It was a memory that happened long ago.
Cammie was rushing through the jungle, listening to the rustling of leaves and the sound of movements. She darted left and right as bullets flew at her from all angles. She ducked behind trees and under covers, trying to avoid the rain of metal flying at her. She remembered the smell of the crunching leaves as she landed on them. Leaves flew around her and then floated downward, each with a bullet hole in them. Cammie continued to run from her assailant, not know where he was or where he would be. Her training, all her scientific knowledge, was completely useless as she panicked, fleeing for her life.
She looked back and saw no one, but she could hear someone behind her. Cammie fled for her life, strafing left and right. She turned around and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. Not just any gun, but a custom made gun. It was completely silver coated with a .45 mm barrel. It was about a foot and a half long and had a hand holder on the barrel and one on the handle. Technically, it was more like a rifle. The trigger on the gun was polished with a golden paint and the metal around the trigger was also gold painted. The sight on the rifle was about 2 mm tall and 3 mm thick with a curve out of it of about 1 mm. On the side of the gun was an illegible signature belonging to the owner. The barrel of the rifle on the inside had curved ridges, which caused the bullets that were shot out to spin as they flew.
Cammie quickly slipped and fell to the ground as the rifle shot a bullet, causing Cammie's assailant to fall dead. Cammie looked up at her savior and saw a man. He was about six feet tall and seven inches. He had short brown hair and a green army helmet on. He had a light green shirt on and dark green pants. Strapped around him was two belts of ammo in the form of an X. On his back was another gun, much like the one that he shot. He had a belt on that had two holsters, each containing a six chamber revolver. He looked down at Cammie's fear-induced face and strapped his gun on to his back. He extended his hand and picked Cammie up.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked in a somewhat gruff voice. Cammie nodded and turned around to see the dead body of her assailant. She took a deep breath and looked back at the man. She nodded and the man looked around, making sure that there were no other assailants. He put his hands behind his head and he turned around, with his back facing Cammie. Cammie took much more note to all the details of the guns. The man began to walked off when Cammie extended her arm out and grasped his shoulders.
"H-Hey, wait," spoke Cammie is a soft, meek voice, "Wh-who are you?" The man turned his head and looked at her. He said nothing and continued walking. Cammie grasped his shoulders again. "Please! Who are you?" She asked again, a bit more demanding this time.
The man quickly turned around and pulled a revolver out and aimed it at Cammie's forehead. Cammie panicked and fell to the ground again, scuffing up her lab coat. He said nothing, but his glare was enough of a message, saying that she should leave him alone. Cammie nodded and the man put away his revolver. He turned around and walked away from Cammie when she darted at him. She grabbed one of his rifles and aimed it at him, her arms shaking as she held the gun to her savior.
The man looked at her and quickly swiped her legs, knocking her down and causing Cammie to shoot into the air. He grabbed and knocked the rifle out of Cammie's hands and pinned her down with one arm. Using his free arm, he pulled out one of the revolvers and placed it firmly against Cammie's forehead.
"And here I thought saving you was worth something." The man's icy stare glared at Cammie. "I'm beginning to lose patience. What do you want with me?"
"I wanted...to be......with you.....for protection. Y-Y-You saved me a-a-after all. There had to be a r-r-reason." The man looked at her and there was a pause of silence. Even the birds had stopped moving and were quiet. The gun never left Cammie's forehead as the man thought. Cammie felt her fear rush through her savior held her life in his hands. Finally, the man stood up and put away his revolver. He walked over and grabbed the rifle, placing it on his back. He stretched and began to walk off.
"H-Hey!" Cammie shouted to the man again, but quickly cupped her hands over her mouth, recalling what just happened.
The man looked at her and continued walking. "If you're going to come along, start walking kid." Cammie quickly stood up and followed the man that saved her life. After all, that was the first time Cammie met Snipe.
Anytime she ever thought of that memory, she always felt more confident. The calm and collected way Snipe responded in any situation always gave Cammie confidence. Cammie regained her composure and stared Mikayla in the face. She slammed her hands on the desk as she stared Mikayla in the face.
"Mikayla, this friend of mine, a very important friend, has been with me for years. I've spend many months with him, gone on dozens of journeys, and shared countless memories with him. He is the most important person in my life and I'd do anything for him!" Cammie's voice could have rattled the windows, but instead, rattled Mikayla completely. Mikayla looked at Cammie with wide eyes and smiled.
"Ah, I can see the truth in your eyes, or, rather, your cheeks. You have a dimple that develops whenever you lie." Mikayla pointed to Cammie's right cheek and Cammie quickly blushed." Anyways, please, continue. What is the name of this friend of yours?" With that, Cammie lost her composure again. She had been so confident in her response to Mikayla that she forgot to plan out her responses to Mikayla's potential follow up questions. She sat back down and thought about her response. "Come on Cammie. It's a simple answer." As Cammie was about to answer, the door behind Mikayla opened up. This startled Mikayla and she fired at the stranger. The stranger didn't even blink as the shot was fired and looked around.
The stranger was a man, about 35. He wore a long sleeved denim shirt with a white tee underneath. His left arm was in a dark blue sling at a 90 degree angle at his chest. He stood about six feet tall and nine inches. He had short brown hair and a neatly groomed short beard. He had long blue jeans on that had no evidence of wear or tear. He had a light brown belt that had a large silver emblem on the front. He had a slim build and wore an ascot around his neck.
"Tyler!? Wha- How did you even get in here!? I locked the door!" Mikayla exclaimed, putting her gun back in the holster at her side. She quickly stood up and faced Tyler.
"Have you forgotten already Mikayla? I thought I explained this to you?" Tyler pulled a silver key with a red ribbon tied around the end out of his right hand pocket with his free hand. "I have the Skeleton Key of Swan Valley. I can open any of the locks here in town."
"Oh, right. Sorry Tyler. You explained that to me over the phone while I was on the train and there was static and it was hard to hear and.." Mikayla started to drone on until Tyler held his hand up and silenced her.
"So, this is the new assistant of yours that I'm hearing about, huh?" Tyler asked, glancing at Cammie. Mikayla nodded and handed Tyler the paperwork. Tyler shifted through it skillfully using only one hand. "Impressive. A forensic expert and a chemist. This will be very interesting to have on hand, especially now." Tyler placed the paperwork inside his cast and looked back at Cammie.
"Um, Tyler, is something wrong?" Mikayla asked with a slightly worried tone in her voice.
"Yes, we've found a body." Tyler nodded as Mikayla and Cammie both looked at Tyler wide-eyed.
"WHAT!? And you didn't think to mention that before!?" Mikayla yelled. "Well don't just stand there! Let's go! Cammie! Come along! You aren't leaving my sight yet until I have full answers from you." Tyler led the way as Mikayla came after. Cammie sighed and got up and followed Mikayla's pace.
The crime scene was flooded with a crowd of spectators. The area had been roped off with yellow tape. The ground around the area was a mixture of desert sand and rusted dirt. There were sparse desert plants around and a few desert critters scampering around. The sky was light blue with puffy clouds dotting the area. The crime occurred just north of Swan Valley, near the Laggorian Plains. Tyler, Mikayla, and Cammie arrived on the scene within 30 minutes. The smell of rotting corpse had not begun to fill the air, but it was heavily present around the body.
"Ugh...I'll never get used to that smell." Mikayla gagged, covering her nose and mouth with her vest. Cammie pulled out her journal and made a quick sketch of the area while Mikayla and Tyler investigated the body. "Just horrific. A bullet straight through the back of the skull. Horrible and painful way to die." Mikayla remarked, her voice muffled by the vest.
"Huh..odd." Tyler picked up something and put it in a plastic bag, which he promptly placed in his pants pocket. "Cammie, get over here and use your scientific expertise to gather some information."
As Cammie began to walk over, a sudden siren stopped her dead in her tracks. It was a loud siren, not like a fire engine or an ambulance, but just an alarm in general. Cammie turned around to see what caused the sound, as did Tyler. Mikayla, on the other hand, turned and looked in wide-eyed horror. Approaching from the south were a squad of police officers. They quickly held back the crowd of spectators while some of them pulled Tyler, Mikayla, and Cammie from the scene.
"H-Hey! You can't do that!" exclaimed Cammie, struggling against the might of the police officers.
"Actually, I can." claimed a feminine voice. From behind the mass of police officers stood a tall woman, about 34 years old. She wore a light blue police uniform, but it was unbuttoned and wore like a jacket. Underneath, she wore a light pink halter top and a long black skirt. She had shoes that looked like a fusion of high heels and sneakers. Her long, flowing, black hair was tied down in a long ponytail and reached down to her waist. She wore cherry red lipstick and had two diamond earrings. She looked at Cammie with her jade green eyes, her eye shadow making it seem as if her eyes were half closed; some of her make-up made her eyes sink into her skull, almost like a raven, a hawk, or a crow. "By the order of Martin Barquette, this has now become an official, federal case, led by me, Magdalena, Chief of Federal Police." Cammie looked over at Mikayla, who nodded.
"Yep, Martin Barquette, my brother." Mikayla answered Cammie's unasked question. "And this woman here," Mikayla gestured to Magdalena, "is my older sister." Cammie looked back at Madgalena, who simply smirked. "How did you even know there was a murder here?"
"Foolish sister. I have a nose for these sort of things." Magdalena laughed. She gestured for the investigator who was examining the body to come over. The man stumbled a bit and handed Magdalena a report.
"Ma'am Magdalena! The victim was shot in the back of the skull." the man reported.
"Well, yeah. Even I could have told you that sis." Mikayla replied.
"Be quiet Mikayla. Continue."
"Yes Ma'am Magdalena! The victim had his fingerprints burnt off and his face was badly charred. Everything about this man is completely unrecognizable and we are unable to identify him by looks alone. We are sending some DNA to the lab, but no idea if it'll match anyone in our data banks." Magdalena nodded and sent the man away to continue investigating.
"Now then," Magdalenda started, turning back to face Cammie, Tyler, and Mikayla. "I'm not allowed to do anything to you Tyler, so you can be on your way." She gestured and the police man shoved Tyler out of the crime scene. Tyler scoffed and walked back to town. "However, you two, I can punish for being in this crime scene."
"H-Hey! We were investigating this scene first! This means that you intruded on our investigation!" Cammie exclaimed, but Mikayla quickly shot Cammie a glance to be quiet, clearly showing a bit of fear.
"Excuse me!? Who do you think you are?" snapped Magdalena. Cammie's thoughts raced as she pondered an answer to get out of the situation.
"I am the scientist working on this case. Why else would I be wearing this lab coat?" Cammie replied. Magdalena looked at Cammie puzzled.
"What? I don't recall my brother sending any scientist." Magdalena responded with an inquisitive tone in her voice.
"Well, he did. And if you don't let me and Mikayla go, I'll report you to Martin for interfering." Cammie did one final struggle against the might of the police man, but no avail.
"Sister, is this true?" Magdalena asked Mikayla. Mikayla looked at Cammie, then nodded at Magdalena. "Alright, release them." At her command, Mikayla and Cammie were released from the grip. "Continue investigating. Let me know if you find anything unusual." With that, Magdalena walked off to talk with other members of the investigation.
"Well played Cammie." Mikayla said under her breath. Cammie looked around and walked over to the body, but as she was about to look, she was interrupted again; but when she saw what interrupted her, she was sent into an intense state of panic. "What's wrong Cammie?" Mikayla asked. Cammie stood, frozen in fear, her legs ready to run.
A man rushed to Magdalena and showed her something. They talked for a little while until the man displayed what he had. The man handed her a gun. Not just any gun, but a custom made gun. It was completely silver coated with a .45 mm barrel. It was about a foot and a half long and had a hand holder on the barrel and one on the handle. Technically, it was more like a rifle. The trigger on the gun was polished with a golden paint and the metal around the trigger was also gold painted. The sight on the rifle was about 2 mm tall and 3 mm thick with a curve out of it of about 1 mm. On the side of the gun was an illegible signature belonging to the owner. The barrel of the rifle on the inside had curved ridges, which caused the bullets that were shot out to spin as they flew.
Cammie, the moment she saw that, knew in a heartbeat. The victim, the dead body that lie behind her, the mound of rotting flesh and flies, was none other than her sweet love.
It was Snipe.