17:00 - ZUG ISLAND DOCK

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Before we begin, I'd like everyone to look on Google Maps at the location we'll be. Make sure it's on satellite view and zoom in and out. Take note of the size of cars/trucks to get a sense of scale.

www.google.com/maps/@42.2812837,-83.1100533,553m/data=!3m1!1e3

(Copy the whole thing into your browser)

[Kristi is prescribed skeletons]

((All set.))

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((Thanks! I'll tag y'all when you're ready to move here.))

A fog hangs low over the Detroit River. Or maybe it's just settling smog from

the refineries. Gigantic oil puddles big as lakes ripple with the underground hum.

The smell of iron, crude oil, black tar. It's eye-watering. A charcoal black film coats

everything in sight, anything you touch will leave oily smears on your hands.

Fires from the smelting towers burn high above, reflecting off the haze in a pinky glow.

The ship rests at the dock, rusty and moldering. It's been half torn apart in the previous

searches, leaving the gangway listing to the side and wobbly. Crime scene 2 lies deep

within this corpse of a ship. In order to reach the engine room, one needs to cross the

gangway, walk to the stern and climb down an enclosed stairwell.

Out on the dock, several cop cars wait, flashing red and blue lights that strobe and

dazzle any onlookers. Small crowds stand here and there, huddling under their

umbrellas as the sleet pounds down.

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∆§Indea§∆ -- you can establish yourself here on the dock, not everyone has arrived yet so there is plenty of parking.

[∆§Indea§∆]

I stepped out of my car, my umbrella blooming like a mushroom over my head, it fought hard again the sleet and wind.I looked for familiar faces in the splatter or the signs of the official Mills waiting party. I drag heavily on my inhaler and put my jacket over my nose before giving up moments later . We were going to be here a while. There was no escaping it.

Your heart was pounding-- fear? Damn, no... too much Albuterol will do that. It wasn't going to kill you, but the palpitations thudded in your chest uncomfortably.

The prisoner transport wasn't here yet, thankfully neither was the lawyer. There were some clusters of cars and you thought you made out Colt and Butcher.

[∆§Indea§∆]

I had to resist taking another puff to calm myself. It wasn’t going to work. Damn. I made a move for the familiarity of Butcher and Colt. Man, that sounded like a 70’s cop show. There was no questions on who was the good cop. I smiled broadly through the sleet at them.

Edmund-

”This place is some kinda mechanical warren. I hope no one gets lost. How was the drive?”

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Colt-
"Gettin' lost shouldn't be a problem. We're just goin' to the boat, out that way."

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Detective Butcher-
"Oh it was somethin' else alright. Better than the
last time, amirite? Ha.... Hoo."

[∆§Indea§∆]

Edmund-

”Oh... Of course. Must be much better. Just remember you have the control now, Joe. Mills can barely scratch his nose. We’ll all the there with you. The real monster here is Brandeis-White, hahaha.”

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Colt-
"He might be a ghoul. Don't think I don't got my eye out for goblins too."

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Detective Butcher-
"Hey doc, got any advice for the whole 'facing your traumas' thing?
Besides telling me I shoulda stayed in the doughnut shop?"

[∆§Indea§∆]

Edmund-

”Well, there’s no goblins around here. Damn that was it. No. Just remember that you need to go at your own pace. No one will judge if you get upset or need some space. Don’t be afraid to lean on Colt here.”

I was distracted slightly by the beating on my chest. I put my hand on my chest, feeling the thuds. This was going to be fun.

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Colt-
"Club Nouveau or Bill Withers?"

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Detective Butcher-
"Huh? That like some kinda whiskey?"

[∆§Indea§∆]

Edmund-

”Withers definitely. No, not scotch but it would certainly help right now.”