The Night Cries
Posted on Sat Apr 11th, 2015 @ 9:15pm by Captain Elsa Gunning
Mission:
The Night Cries
Location: Garrioch Hotel, Walker Street, Pike City, Cestus III
Timeline: 2278.45: 2330hrs. [Immediately after Room Service]
The driving rain beat hard against the window as the sound of a heavy object crumpling to the floor dissipated into the night.
Captain Elsa Gunning lay motionless on the plush carpeted floor of the hotel room to which she had just checked in, part of her cheek lay like debris a short distance away and her blood marked a vibrant pattern on the white-washed wall.
The blood was everywhere. It sank into her white uniform- it was Tuesday, a white uniform day- it stuck fast with a squelch under the boot that moved around her body. Her uniform slowly turned maroon as it seeped down from the nape of her neck, a delicate round wound oozed.
Her eye flickered. She felt... nothing. She tried to think, to have her life flash before her eyes but her eyes saw nothing but the boots.
The boots moved across the room, leaving vibrant imprints in the honey coloured carpet. There was the scratching of a sound suppressor being removed from a pistol. The pistol which had made the delicate hole. The pistol with the round which had exploded out of the front of her head and lodged itself in the wall where the owner of the boots slowly, methodically pulled it from its new home and placed it into a small plastic bag.
A case opened with a dull click and something was placed on the floor next to her. It whirred and chirruped and bathed the room in an unnatural purplish hue. As quickly as they came, the physical traces of the boots' owner being there were gone save for the bullet hole and the prints in the blood.
Two buckles clinking and the boots were no longer a problem, they were placed neatly by the side of the bed. Close by the pistol was gently placed. Every sound was amplified hundreds of times and every tiny impact was deafening.
It was cold. She was prepared for the cold which slithered down her body from the wound like an icy tendril. There was a moment of searing agony before an empty thud and two more clicks before the case was lifted off the bed by a gloved hand.
The rattling of the trolley returned before a door heaved closed somewhere behind her.
The agony subsided into nothing but the terror lingered for just one second.
Captain Elsa Gunning
Commanding Officer
USS Farragut
