Carpe Diem Et Memento Mori

I Love My Job

An attempt at writing.
It sucks so please be warned.

August 27th, 2XXX

The crowd of humans screamed as a vector covered in blood and holding his severed arm ran through the plaza.
Not far behind a second vector with blood covering his face came running, shouting enough swears and curses to make a sailor blush.
The crowd of humans pressed towards the sides of the plaza and their shock was quickly broken by pure confusion when a human came running after the vectors with his arms filled with a duffel bag and a leather jacket.
Further up the street a woman screamed as the second vector tackled the first to the ground and proceeded to rip into the man's chest.
The man's insides came spilling out, covering the stone pathway in blood and organs that were quickly slurped up by his attacker.
From behind, the human, who's gasping with each breath, drops his cargo onto the ground in surprise and shrieks.
"Really Seven?! Again?! We were suppose to bring him in! I brought the gear and everything!!"
The vector called Seven ignored the human and continued to devour the other vector until all that was left was the severed hand and a large chunk of neck still stitched to his collar. This process took less than five minutes.
The human in the meantime began pacing back and forth mumbling how they'll either be fired or eaten this time for sure.

Seven got up and dusted himself off, his long serpentine tongue licked the remaining blood from around his mouth.
"God, I love my job. Get a workout and a free meal and I get paid to do it!"

"You weren't suppose to eat him!! Do you know how much trouble we'll be in this time! A lot! I don't know about you but I don't want to end up someones dinner!!"
"Oh come on! It'll be fine. They were just going to eat him anyway. I saved them the trouble." Seven gave the human a grin.
He went and grabbed the duffel bag, stuffing the arm and collar inside. He then gently picked up the oddly colored leather jacket and gave it a long sniff.
"Don't you dare eat that evidence too!!" The human swiped the jacket away.
Seven rolled his eyes and sighed in disappointment. "Whatever you say Solly, let's get back and go have dinner."
"You just ate over a hundred pounds! And how many times do I have to tell you don't call me that when we're on duty! Will you take at least some of this-" his rant was cut short when Seven patted his head and silently started walking away.
Solomon huffed and started following after him.

Ten blocks away they finally got back to the van parked in front of an apartment complex, a large dent was in the roof, windshield cracked like a spiderweb, and broken class was everywhere.
Solomon sighed loudly, "why did you have to throw him out the window? And did you just have to jump down here too?"
Seven grinned widely as he replied, "I figured it was the easiest way to get down."
"There's an elevator!"
"Yeah and it's slow." Seven got into the back of the van which immediately locked behind him and he sat on the bench and got buckled up. The five point seat belt automatically locked him in.
Solomon got into the drivers seat, buckled up, and flipped on the small surveillance monitor next to the radio, the screen came to life and showed Seven buckled up and ready to go.
He mumbled to himself about how he doesn't want to end up lunch for the lieutenant as he began to carefully drive back to the station, doing his best to see through the fractured windshield.

Back at the station there were two human guards wearing full body armor, one held what looked like a dog pole on steriods, while the other held a large cattle prod. The one with the cattle prod unlocked the van.
"Hey guys, hope you didn't miss me too much while I was gone." Seven grinned as he jumped out of the van.
The guard with the dog catcher quickly snared Seven and started shoving him toward the back of the building.

Seven wanted to snarl at them but instead his right eye twitched and he grinned.
"Oh come on guys I know the way. No need to get all pushy."

Solomon sighed as he watched the guards take Seven to the stable before grabbing the duffel bag and jacket and going inside.
Minutes felt like hours as he filled out his report. This monotony was quickly shattered when a rookie wheeled over to him.
"Did you actually find The Tailor?"
Solomon blinked in confusion. "Huh?"
  "You know the rogue vector that started turning the skins of his kills into clothes?"
"Oh him. Yeah. Seven took him down. He won't be making any new fashion trends." Solomon smiled at the new guy.
  "Wow. That's so cool! I can't wait to get my own vector! We'd take down bad guys and kill some hyenas." The rookie rolled back to his desk, jumping with excitement in his chair.
Solomon only frowned at that enthusiasm.
"Hopefully your team won't be a screw up like unit 7." Sneered a senior officer.