Agent Porter Abigail looks down at the body hung up like a puppet in the alleyway. A caucasian woman, mid forties, long wavy brown hair, green eyes, dressed in a white t-shirt, pink cardigan, skinny light wash jeans, and sensible grey shoes. This is the fourth mother in two months. They all were found the same way, a large cross mounted up in a semi public place with them strung up on thin but strong industrial wire. The only cause of death they have found is a mix of chemicals they have yet to identify. There is something they're missing. He knows he'll have to find a consultant
'I'm gonna need a serious expert for this one. They're dropping too quickly' He thinks as he leaves the alleyway to smoke a cigarette, the 6'0 man looks up at the sky as he inhales deeply, feeling the deadly chemicals in his cigarette fuel his lungs and slowly kill him a little more. The 32 year old scowls bitterly with his thin lips and the corners of his grey eyes wrinkle "so tired of dealing with these crazy bastards sometimes" he mumbles under his breath as he makes his way to his government issued black SUV
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