Hollow Point Happiness

Case 2: Blue Balled

Chris walked onto the scene, it was scorchingly hot out, he squinted at the club.

"A rather odd place to kill someone."

He entered the building and walked to a group of officers, pushing through them to see what they were all crowded around. In a booth sat a grayish body, its veins were all bulging out very prominently and looked to be purplish-red color.

"That's not normal is it?" Chris asked another officer as he pointed at the veins.
"No sir, normally it would be either a dull red or blue if there was blood left in the veins."
"Do we know what caused it?"
Another officer looked up from a tablet, "Yes sir. It was an extremely potent dose of some type of neuro-poison based on a Venus-side plant. In the video surveillance, he appears to have had seizures for about 15 minutes before his heart ruptured, killing him."
"Mhm, probably Zinco fruit extract. Anyway, you said we have video? Can I see it?"
The officer handed him a tablet, Chris watched the video through then posed his questions,
"I have a few questions but the main one is this... is anyone else confused as to how she injected him? She can't exactly hide a syringe of poison in her panties."
"Well sir, the thing is it wasn't injected, it was applied topically we found it primarily on his lips."
Chris was lost, "What?"
"We strongly believe she, the girl in the video, kissed him with it laced on her lips."

"What?" Chris made a dumbfounded face, "Ok... so you're telling me, we have another girl that as far as we know also doesn't exist. And now you're telling me she is immune to literally the most lethal poisons ever discovered."

A couple of the officers nodded, he started to speak again but his phone started to ring, he answered as he handed off the tablet.

"I'm glad you called Chuck, I've got some questions I want to ask you."
"Like what?"
"Why am I on Mars?"
"Because it's your case?"
"Really now? Is it? I just watched a video here and it shows a completely different girl than last time. Different colored hair and eyes, she was shorter, had longer arms, and a smaller torso. Oh-oh! And before I forget, she is apparently also immune to the only poison in the entire fucking galaxy with a 100% lethality rate."
"What?"
"Ya, you heard me."
"That can't be, right? But are you sure it isn't that same girl? Could have been, I don't know, surgical cosmetic changes or something similar. Plus, the 'Mystic' account was the one that got pinged early this morning, it was another massive transfer, from Simon's this time, not SCI."
"Ya, I guess, But what if it isn't? We might have a group of assassins running around not just one."
"Speculation does us no good. Based on what we have we don't know if its a group or a single person. Let's work on figuring that out first."
Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Whatever, sure. Regardless, this isn't good," Chuck started to speak but Chris cut him off, "We have a, maybe,  group of assassins that can travel interplanetary, that WE CAN'T FUCKING TRACK CHUCK that are hitting BIG targets. If this keeps happening the other Corpos will see this as an opening and are going to start taking potshots as well. We to get this sorted quickly."
"I think that's a bit extreme Chris."
"Really Chuck, because the way I see it 2 of the most powerful people from one of the 5 most powerful companies in the known universe just dead within a week of each other by 2 different people that don't fucking exist and all I see the Police doing is handing out fucking tax cuts to their competitors. Goodbye Chuck, I'll call you later."
Chris ended the phone call and looked back at the body.
Chris spoke above the general din, "Are we going to move this?"

The room was silent for a while before one of the officers stepped forward,

"We... can't."
"Why the hell not?"
"The poisons still potent enough that it would still be lethal even through gloves so we have to wait until some tools arrive so we move it."
"That's just amazing," Chris started to leave but caught himself, "One last thing."
"Yes, Agent Cartwin?"
"Did we get any DNA or fingerprints?"
"Yes, sir." The officer tapped a tablet and handed it to Chris. "Here have a looked."
Chris grabbed the tablet and looked at it before yelling and slamming it to the floor.
"Agent Cartwin?" The officer reached out to touch his shoulder.
Calming himself and pulling in a deep breath, "God, I need to call Chuck again. The DNA and fingerprints don't match which means it is more than one assassin. Sorry... about the tablet."
Chris walked out of the building and down the street and got into his car, "AVA, take me home. Without gates."
"Yes, Agent Cartwin."

The world flew by him as he looked out the window of the car. He mulled over his thoughts and watched all of the videos that they had. All of the ideas he was able to come up with as to where the 2 assassins possibly could have come from made no sense to him:

"They can't of been from outside the galaxy, all of the outer-galaxy exploration ships went dark decades again and both the girls were no more than 30 at most. They also can't be cryo-tuber, all of the nutjobs that had joined that experiment either died or had severe brain-damage when reawoken, though I guess I do have to admit that they never did get the tracking nanites which means that the handful that are still alive aren't being tracked. The only other thing I can think of is that somehow their parents managed to get all of the nanites out of their bodies, and kept all the nanites out of their body during the pregnancy which is so unlikely I didn't even want to think about how small the numbers involved are."

He was silent for a while before speaking again, "AVA how much longer till we get home."
"8.76 hours Agent Cartwin."
"Uhhhh... I hate space travel."