{More Atlanteans} Aric, Eli, and Mal

Aric Chase

Malcolm brings Elijah and I up to speed on the short flight to Aberdeen. We head over to the morgue to examine the Breed body, hoping for some further clues.

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  Elijah Breed *The deceased was a young Breed, much too young for their liking. The human doctor that let them into the morgue produced his autopsy chart* Obviously , this Breed died of a point blank gunshot to the head. Nevertheless, I found evidence of severe bruising on his body. *Lifting the sheet that covered the body* Take a look...

  
  
• Malcolm MacBain *Shaking his head at the sight of the youth laid out on the cold steel, He growled in anger at the site of the mutilated body. The doctor had taken medical liberties with the Breed.* You had to cut up the body to determine he died to a gunshot wound to the head? * The medical examiner quickly dropped the sheet and stepped back. Stuttering, it is standard procedure when a body is found.* Well then in your examination can you tell us anything? *Looking down at his tablet he reported that there were multiple contusions and the subject was shot in the back of the head, no birth marks but there was a tattoo on his left deltoid, a scarab. Walking to the left side of the table he looks at the familiar tattoo*

  
  
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  Aric Chase *he watches as Malcolm examines the body. The boy didn't look any more than 18 years old. His glyphs were just a hint darker than his pasty skin, the tattoo a stark contrast. The tips of his fangs were barely visible between his lips. He nudges Elijah, nodding toward the chart.*see if there is anything they aren't telling us. *As Eli reaches for the chart, he pulls the medical examiner aside, asking inane questions to keep him occupied so he doesn't notice.*

  
  
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  Elijah Breed *While Malcolm and Aric distract the examiner, I grab the autopsy chart and start reading. Skimming through the cause of death, I discover that there was no water in his lungs, so he was already dead when he hit the water ... The deceased exhibited some very pronounced defensive wounds. This gives me pause. I look at the corpse again focusing on the tips of his fangs that were visible between the lips. Hmmm... Defensive wounds and visible fangs... This Breed was obviously defending himself again someone. The Breed in general don't feel the need to defend themselves against humans so this meant another Breed...or something else.
  
  I inconspicuously return the chart to its place and listen to the conversation but my mind is somewhere else, recalling the most recent events over at headquarters.*

  
  
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  Malcolm MacBain Aric, snap a picture of the lad, we'll enter it into the data bank and hopefully ID him. *Pointing at the medical examiner* Put his body in deep freeze, And not another incision on the body. *Digging the keys from his pocket he heads towards the door.* Laddies let's head to the docks, we have some fishing to do.

  
  
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  Aric Chase *he snaps a couple of pictures of the body and follows Malcolm with a glare toward the M.E., Elijah close on his heels. As they climb into the vehicle he questions Eli.* Did you get anything from the report bro?

  
  
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  Elijah Breed *I proceed to put Malcolm and Aric up to speed with my findings* I don't like this, y'all... That young Breed was fighting for his life. They found some pretty major defensive wounds on his hands, plus his fangs were elongated... I think we are in for a nasty surprise on the docks.