[b]November 1,2017[/b]-Serpents Lair-[b]1:12pm[/b]

[b]Ay,fuck off Vito,the hell you doing around here anyway you heap of stinking shit"[/b]. Now there was somebody he missed,who knew Sloth came around these parts? Actually Vito did but yet again,did he care? Nope. Sloth was about halfway through whatever the fuck he was talkin about when Vito's pager went off. *buzz* *buzz*,the detective dug around in his jacket and(eventually,lots a shit in there) found his pager.[b][color=9e0b0f]911- M.DOCKS[/color][/b]. 911 was his badge number,ironic right? The M stood for [i]Murder[/i] and DOCKS was where it had happened. The only part of Sloth's rant he caught was-[b]Mind blowing piece of ass that Mayor Jess.[/b]. "Mmhm yeah, no one wants to hear ya damn wild ass fantasies Sloth,just stay outta the way so I finish up here and move on to this damn Docks murder". Vito dropped his cigarette to the hardwood floor and stomped it out with his heel. He walked over to the now dead Benril Magnus and began his 'investigation' but not before putting on some gloves,dead bodies are dirty as hell. Obviously,there was blood and a metric shit ton of it.[i][color=f6989d]Musta been poisoned[/color][/i].[i]Thanks Johnny,not as useless as I thought[/i]. Vito collected some blood and bagged it,shoving the bag somewhere in his jacket. He'd drop it off to one of the C.S.I's at the dock,so they can do a tox-screen on it. Instead of his jacket,his notepad always resided in his front pocket.

[b][i]Name: Benril Magnus
Age: Who fuckin knows
D.O.D: Nov 1,2017
Body Condition:[as of 1:05pm]: Laid beside a table on a pool of blood. A fallen chair beside him. Hands covered with his own blood. Right hand appeared to be grabbing on his neck, as blood was still flowing out of his throat. Left hand laid by his side. "There's less blood on his left palm, seemed to have grabbed on something before he died." His eyes were wide-opened and full of fear, as if he had seen something very scary. Mouth slightly opened and flooded with blood. "Death drowning in his own blood." He seemed to have sweated a bit too much. "Maybe on drug?"

P.O.I:Nobody,yet
Suspects:Again,Nobody.[/i][/b]


"Well I'm out ya degenerates,stay safe or don't,I really don't give half a fuck". Vito tipped his hat to Mabel and made sure to give a shit-eatin grin to Sloth."Ay,just a little btw,that whisky you sold me was a complete rip-off,shit didn't even hit hard". Vito put his [color=fff200]notepad[/color] away and proceed out the door,making his way to a warehouse in the docks.

[b]November 1,2017[/b]-Warehouse,Docks District-[b]1:22pm[/b]

Detective Tony was currently puking his guts out in a ditch when Vito arrived."That bad?". The young detective looked up to Vito and nodded.[color=6ecff6]Well half his damn head is busted wide open,so yeah"[/color]. Vito shook his head and went inside the derelict building. A C.S.I was taking pictures of the 'body' if you could even call it that. The detective removed the bagged q-tip from his jacket and tossed it to the C.S.I."Tox-screen,run in at the station". The C.S.I nodded and went about his business. Time to start another 'investigation'.

[b]Name: Who fuckin knows
Age: Read above sentence.
Body Condition:{As of 1:22pm} Propped up against a pillar with a large pool of blood around him. Victim has a cloth tied around his eyes,wet with the own bastards tears. Several broken ribs along with a fractured skull,which seems to be the cause of death.A broken and bloody pipe was found in close vicinty to the victim,with his blood and brain matter on it. Disgusting. Only group I know to be this vicious are the Sujo Natives. And I just so happen to know one.

P.O.I: Sloth the Dealer.
Suspects: I gotta feelin sloth is behind this in some way. But for now...nobody.[/b]

Vito put his notepad away and went back outside. He half expected Sol to be here,the crack-pot junkie detective. Despite being high nearly all the time,he did good work as a detective,so Vito had some minor respect for the guy. Hell, this one time Vito saw him blow a perp in half with the damn cannon on his hip. Those were the good ol' days,and remembering such brought a grin to Vito's face.[b][color=ed1c24]"Detective Vito!!"[/color][/b].[i]Shit..the Sarge[/i]. Vito already knew from his tone of voice that he was [b]not[/b] happy...