[center] [h1] [color=8493ca]Alice Olson[/color] [/h1] [/center]
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[center][color=8493ca][b]Location:[/b][/color]Lumber Mill[/center]
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The female officer stepped into a puddle of some water as she waited byt he door.  Looking down, she realized the wet crimson of blood had stained her boots. Her eyes, now wide, followed a [i]trail[/i] of blood, back into the open passenger door of a white pick up, where more of the horrible substance was to be found. From the angle of her arrival, it looked to be no more than muddied water- but it was clear what it was now.

The gruesome trail was leading into the door.
Her hand found the radio attatched to her waist and she pulled it close to her lips and began speaking into it.

[color=8493ca]"Dispatch, this is Officer Olson, I've got blood down at the lumber mill. Lots of it. 11-41, possible 187. Backup requested, over. [/color] She strapped the radio back onto her belt and rubbed her forehead. Unfortunately, she had contaiminated the crime scene by stepping into the blood.

Her boots left footprints of the red substance behind her as she walked, so she tried to get it off by wiping it on the ground. She'd obviously have to report that to the investigators. Making her way over to the truck, careful not to touch anything more, she leaned inside the open door and looked around. The odor of blood was strong. It was disgusting, though she'd seen more in car accidents. This, however, was probably worse because of the...intentional nature of it. If there wasn't anything interesting immediately visible in the car she'd do a quick once-over of the whole building in case she could see anyone who needed help.