HERMAPHRODITE

▪️▪️▪️CH. 53▪️▪️▪️

Sejin sprinted across the forecourt of the Glasshouse, the medic panting behind him. Running from other directions he could see the police and a couple of MNS agents he'd had stationed around the building. Converging on the point of impact, Sejin pulled up short and took a shuddering breath before turning away and trying to hang onto the contents of his stomach.

"Sweet Jesus," said the medic as he pushed past the Commander and approached the body on the ground. "What a mess."

The police and MNS agents also arrived and immediately surrounded the area.

"Commander, are you all right?" asked a voice to Sejin's left.

He turned around to face one of the police officers and nodded.

"I'll be fine," he replied, swallowing down the bile in his throat and forcing his body to obey. He glanced around and noticed with wry amusement that both his agents were busy throwing up into one of the garden beds. It made him feel a little better. Pulling himself together he addressed the police officer, figuring that his agents weren't going to be of much use at the moment. "Officer, would you mind having some of your men stationed around to prevent anyone other than authorized personnel from coming close?"

"Yes, sir." The officer rounded up his men and positioned them as requested.

Sejin approached his agents and told them to return to their former positions, once they'd cleaned themselves up, then he took a deep breath and walked over to the medic and what remained of Lee.

It wasn't a pretty sight. Lee had hit the ground with quite a force, but that was to be expected when you fell twelve floors. Sejin was no medic but he had seen enough to have some idea of injuries and judging by his brief glance at Lee, the man had suffered several when he'd been brought to an abrupt halt by the concrete. Limbs lay at twisted angles, the force of the impact had also partially split the man's abdomen open and Sejin could see the glistening of intestines. There was also a large pooling of blood around what remained of Lee's head.

"Well?" he demanded, looking at the medic who was completing his examination.

"Dead," replied the medic.

"No shit, Sherlock. I can see that," Sejin replied sarcastically.

The medic sighed, took one look at Sejin's face and decided to quit with any further humor attempts.

"Multiple abrasions, knife wound to the upper abdomen with the knife still there. Several fractures, arms, legs, pelvis, back and skull; actually it would be more appropriate to say that the skull is completely crushed."

The medic took a look at Sejin's face and quickly continued.

"Most likely internal damage as well as major blood loss from connecting with the concrete. I'd say death was instant."

"Too good for him if you ask me," muttered Sejin under his breath.

The medic wisely kept silent.

"Okay. Once you have finished your examination we will let the police finish off their side of the job then have the body removed to the MNS morgue. I want our team to do the autopsy, we will send the police a copy of that report for their files."

"Right. I'll call for the meat wagon then; ah, the ambulance I mean," the medic was quick to change his words when he saw the look on the Commander's face.

"You do that. I'll inform the police." Sejin turned on his heel and approached the officer to give permission for the police to do their part of the job once the MNS medic was finished.