After the firefight was over, it was White's job to investigate the crime scene. He first began with the bedroom where all the dead missing girls were found, as it intrigued him the most of all the other rooms. After all the bodies were away to the morgue, he noticed strange symbols drawn on the floor beneath the bodies. One of the main symbols he was noticing was a backwards S with dots on both ends of the S. He continued to search the house, not to find anything else of much interest besides the stockpile of ammunition and weapons on the upper floor. He had finally got a count on how many of these guys were up stairs, there were five upstairs, one downstairs, and one whom had surrendered himself to us, he was gonna be the main source of information, as the house wasn't very much help.
Our story continues at the police station, were an interrogation on the captured member of the gunmen at the farmhouse. White was one of the men put in charge of the interrogation, and it was his turn last to try to crack the nut job. He had heard from the others that the guy just wouldn't talk, as there was no way to legally threaten him to scare him enough to talk, and the guy kept repeating the same phrase over and over again. "Praise be Sovankoh" This is the only thing the guy would say when presented with questions, this was gonna be a hard case. "What was your agenda for capturing these girls?" As White spoke, he flashed the guy with a few pictures of the girls. "Praise be Sovankoh" Was the guy mocking him? Does he not feel that White even merits a response? This made White angry. "I'll ask you again, you piece of shit. Why did you take the girls?" The guy responded with that same response. "Praise. Be. Sovankoh." White slammed his hand onto the table and raised his voice. "Fine! Let's switch to another question, what does this symbol mean?" White slid a sketch he had made of the symbol across the table to the nut. "This is the holy symbol of Savankoh, why must you blaspheme by drawing it without permission?" White was done with this guy. He stormed out of the interrogation room and told the Captain he was ready to leave with the nut. They wouldn't care if he arrived at the prison with a few extra bruises would they?
As they loaded the prisoner into the car, he kept muttering something under his breath. "Sovankoh, Sovankoh, Sovankoh, Sovankoh." The drive wasn't a long one, just quiet, as the culprit wouldn't say anything, which is weird because the guy wouldn't shut up before, White shrugged it off, as he was glad the wacko would finally shut up. White looked out of his window and noticed a truck coming directly towards them at full speed. "Watch out there's a-!" Before he could fully get out the sentence, the truck hit them.
White had finally woke up, and couldn't really see anything and seemed to be sitting on his knees in something wet. "Ah yes, Detective White, didn't I tell you to leave this case alone?" The voice was coming from above him, he soon realized that he was tied up, knelt down, and had a bag over his head, which was quickly removed as the voice spoke. What stood before him was a figure of a taller stature, he was wearing a cloak and had a hat and hood on, but what was most interesting was the mask his capturer wore, a plague doctor mask. "Wh-who are you?" White, honest to god, was terrified. "I am the bird, remember? The guy who beat your team to the girl? Don't worry, the girl is fine by the way." White heard something beside him and looked in the general direction of the sound, it was the wacko with the bag over his head. The bird proceeded to yank off the bag off his head and punch him to the ground. "Ya gonna tell me where the rest of the compounds are? Or am I gonna have to use some magic?" The wacko got back up on his knees and spit on The Bird's shoes. "You don't have any magic, you haven't been enlightened by Sovankoh!" The Bird laughed and pulled off one of his gloves, revealing the backwards S burned and scarred into his hand, it began to glow with a purple hue. "Oh? Is that so?" The wacko was stunned and obviously terrified, still saying nothing. The Bird firmly placed his hand on the forehead of the nut, the symbol glowing more. "Fine, have it your way!" He began to slowly chant something, as he gets louder, the symbol growing more bright. "Quaero indica mihi quid dixerit!" The nut immediately began to scream in what white could only assume was pain. "The distillery! The illegal distillery for the mob! The Chairmen payed the mob for protection as we use it!" The Bird slapped the man, yelling. "Which one?" The man, still writhing in pain, finally mustered up the strength to respond. "The one at the docks! Warehouse three!" The Bird let go of his head, drawing out a dagger and slicing open his throat. "Thanks for the info." He then turned to White, who was too busy watching a man bleed to death and scream in pain. The Bird cut off White's bindings, and lifted him to his feet. "Come with me, you're assumed dead, once we get back to my hide out we will work on your new identity and get you loaded out for out assault on the distillery, no time for questions." White followed him to a car out in the swamp. He didn't quite know what to believe after what he had just seen, he just wanted some sleep.
