"[color=violet]You're right[/color]" Emile said as they continued on towards the crime scene "[color=violet]Cyth was among the best handlers in the entire city[/color]".
Jacoby opened his mouth to make a reply, but was cut off by Emile slamming his fist into a passing brick.
"[color=violet]Whoever did this is gonna pay...[/color]" Emile growled vengefully as Jacoby's gaze lingered briefly on the crack his friend's fist had left behind.
"[color=fff79a]There going to do a lot more than pay if I get my hands on them[/color]" Jacoby replied as the shock of Emile's out burst faded away and thoughts of vengeance against the Blood Angel spread from Emile to Jacoby.
"[color=f26522]We will arrive at the scene shortly[/color]" Bradamante interjected shortly after "[color=f26522]I suggest you prepare yourselves for what you may see[/color]".
"[color=fff79a]We'll do our best[/color]" Jacoby replied, although he had a feeling that the sentinel was making that suggestion more to Emile.

Jacoby knew they had reached their destination when he spotted the investigators. He had thought himself more than ready to face the crime scene. He was wrong. Jacoby felt his heart crack at the sight of Abraham's lifeless husk sprawled on the ground. Bradamante was the only sentinel Jacoby knew better than Abraham, so seeing it in such a state shook him. But not as much as the sight of Cyth's corpse. Like all other victims of the Blood Angel - Barring Abraham - Cyth's head had been cut clean from his shoulders. His body had been pinned to the wall. His back had been flayed. And the skin had been used to fashion a pair of angel wings for Cyth. This time however, there was something new. On the wall above Cyth, his killer had written a message in blood declaring that practice was over and that the real game was about to begin. Was it a sign that the killer was getting cocky or that things were about to get worse? Jacoby silently prayed to the gods that it was the former.

While Emile vomited in a nearby waste container, Jacoby was approached by Vey. "[color=39b54a]Orthog. Bradamante....Emile[/color]" Vey said.
"[color=fff79a]Vey[/color]" Jacoby replied, his voice subconsciously shifting to a more orcish tone, as it usually did when someone addressed with his orc name.
"[color=39b54a]I'll cut to the chase[/color]" Vey continued "[color=39b54a]We have our first goddamn lead on this bastard. A magister from the Academy is on their way here. They should be able to follow the core's trail[/color]".
"[color=fff79a]And possibly lead us to the killer[/color]" Jacoby said with a look on his face that betrayed his eagerness to get his hands on the Blood Angel. It was then that Emile returned from the waste container
"[color=39b54a]If you can't handle your stomach, get out of my crime scene. Peace-keeper[/color]" Vey shot at Emile.
"[color=violet]I'm fine![/color]" Emile fired back "[color=violet]I need to see with my own eyes, Vey! I'm going through[/color]". With that said, Emile moved passed Vey and approached Cyth's corpse.
Jacoby went to follow, but was waylaid by Vey for a moment. "[color=39b54a]You watch him Orthog[/color]" She said sternly before releasing her grip.
Jacoby nodded before approaching the corpse, knowing Vey had said that more in the interest of preserving the crime scene than out of concern for Emile's safety.