chapter the first:

Inspector balo looked perspicaciously at the spattering of blood before her. The drapes. The curtains. The windowsill. Speckled in an almost deliberate manner of drops and smears, in a downward motion, down to the carpeting. The scanner in her ear began to hum. "Inspector balo, you're needed at the lab."

"Another specimen, eh?" j peeled the latex gloves from her hands.

"Commissioner Tuttle is growing impatient, inspector."

"I'll be right over." j began to feel a gnawing, a churning in her gut. The deaths had all occurred exactly in the same manner. Random, indiscriminate and explosive. The head almost completely emptied of fluids, muscle, fat, hollowed and perfectly preserved with only the skull and skin, the hair, the teeth left in pristine condition. A hollow head. Eyes missing, plucked perfectly, cleanly it seemed--inexplicably--from within the optic cavity. And no body. Just a light, deliberate spattering of blood.

Inspector balo made her way into the streets. Cold. Empty. She had morning sickness. Her husband, Meeper, would have to wait. On the train, j began to contemplate the bizarre string of deaths....they could not rightly be called 'murders'.....no sign of struggle, no suspect, no motive...more importantly, no conceivable scientific explanation for the state of the remaining body parts or how they might possibly have met such a fate, hollowed out like coconuts, brains and all. It didn't add up. More importantly (perhaps, perhaps not) an unknown strain of bacterium had been found at each scene. Something j, as a doctor, had not encountered in all her travels.....something nearly alien, it would seem. j tapped her ear, calling up the hologram of her son, eesh. "I'll be home late, honey," she said. eesh only nodded, obediently. "Have your dad pick up a pizza".

"But mom," eesh cried, "what about the Meade Skelton show? You promised!"

"I know, honey. I'm sorry....they need me at the lab tonight. I promise we'll see Meade next time."

"Okay..." eesh sulked. "Love you, mom."

"Love you more, honey-darling." eesh smiled. A crooked, impish smile. j's heart warmed, to see that....balanced against the gruesome sight of stray and hollow heads--inexplicable and curious deaths--it was a welcome ray of light in a very dark world. "And tell your sister, Genevieve, to wash the dishes!" eesh smiled again and then flickered out of the projection field of j's holo-phone.

It was 9pm by the time she had reached the precinct. j's assistant, Alias, waited impatiently with a cup of coffee as she climbed the steps to the gate. "You're late".

"I know."

"Commissioner Tuttle is pissed."

"I know," j repeated.

They made their way into the lab, finally, after a seemingly endless corridor of checkpoints and security clearances. "You're on thin ice, jbalo," Commissioner Tuttle snarled, a stubby, burnt-out cigar clenched between his teeth.

"What else is new?" jbalo quipped, pulling on her lab coat and adjusting her goggles.

"What else is new? I'll tell you what else is new...." Tuttle began to pace, deliberately, removing the stub of a cigar from his mouth and pointing eventually to the holding cell behind him. "We have a suspect."

"Which means..." jbalo began...

"That's right," the commissioner snorted..."we have a crime."

"And this was supposed to be my day off..." jbalo shrugged, buttoned her coat, and proceeded through the vault doors. At least now those many body-less heads made a sliver of sense.......even if only a sliver......it was something. "Let's get started, then."

end of chapter the first

TL;DR

lame

assistant?

Faaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp

Alias Wrote:
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> assistant?

coffee-fetching, scrubs-tying, floor-mopping affirmative-action hire.

Better?

even more fantastic than Murder At The SuperBowl.

word on the street is Alias has a much bigger part in the chapters to come....

reviewing reviewer Wrote:
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> word on the street is Alias has a much bigger part
> in the chapters to come....


She's a very angry woman

hello,

this is Simon Shuster of Simon and Shuster Publishing.

I would like to offer you a book deal.

your brilliant.

gadfly Wrote:
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> reviewing reviewer Wrote:
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> > word on the street is Alias has a much bigger
> part
> > in the chapters to come....
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> She's a very angry woman

Woman? Cary said she was Mr. Misery.

So, that would make her a man..... and half-Mexican.... and suicidal.

Jbalo , Tuttle and Alias all irrelevant forum posters therefore your story is fucking boring and no one cares.

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this is REALLY good


I represent Little Brown and I want to publish you

impressive Wrote:
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> this is REALLY good
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> I represent Little Brown and I want to publish you



yes.

exactly. this really is good. it's actually fantastic.