Reaper's Betrayal 3: The Cthulhu Sniper.

Chapter 02: Reaper In A Cage.

Meanwhile at the Saint Paul Police Department, Detective Trent was reading a newspaper in his office, while Wes was in a cell cage squeezing a yellow stress ball, and watching television on the flat screen, while sitting on a bench.

Detective Trent's assistant police Officer Frances came in just as she was carrying a folder, that had the label for the Saint Paul Central High School. The same school that Wes went to when he was still alive. Officer Frances placed the folder on Detective Trent's desk, as he lowered the newspaper in his hands, and noticed that she placed it there.

"What is this?" Trent asked. "Wes's G.E.D results," Frances answered. "With this, he's officially a retired student of Saint Paul Central High. What is he doing now?" Detective Trent looked at Wes in his cell, as he was watching something on television, while squeezing a stress ball. "Just squeezing his ball, while watching something on the screen," Trent explained. "Don't touch his weapons though. They make a weird effect when you touch them, like catching on fire."

"Yikes," Frances commented. "Well at least we have the extinguisher for it." "Yeah, but still," Trent said. "Kind of feel bad for leaving him in that cage." "He's a murderer," Frances reminded. "I know, but the only people he killed were criminals, and the mafia cartel," Trent explained. "It made your job a whole lot easier. Besides, on the plus side we haven't gotten a call from the bank in months." "That's because the entire town knows that he'll get back to killing if they do start," Frances added.

"Well you clearly weren't at the intervention we had for him," Trent explained. "The point I'm trying to make is, that he needs to get out of the cell, and experience freedom like the others who did illegal stuff. You know, in case he needs to do some community service." "Are you listening to yourself?" Frances asked. "He's a zombie. It's not like anyone is going to like someone like him walking in the streets, and picking up trash." "Well he's not that zombified," Trent answered. "I saw him eat a hot dog with mustard, and relish on it, that wasn't even rotten, and didn't have any cockroaches in the bun."

"Well are you sure about him out of that cell?" Frances asked. "Well seeing how it's been 8 months since he murdered anyone, I say it's good for him to step out of the cell, and into the fresh air," Trent answered. "Just don't give his weapons back. His scythe, guns, and cards remain in the evidence locker at all times." "That's where you're keeping them?" Frances asked. "Relax," Trent answered. "Only I know which locker they are kept in, and have the key to it. Also, even though he's the only remaining criminal in town, we haven't seen him escape once. Speaking of which, it's your turn to feed him." "No problem," Frances commented. "I'll head to the morgue, and get him a nice brain." "Regular food," Trent explained. "No organs. What did I say about the hot dog?"

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