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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]The Weeping[/color][/h1]
[i]Location:The Melting Pot, Paragon City[/i][/center]
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The Weeping had initially not paid too much attention to the rebar in the wall but as he glanced closer, he spotted blood. This was strange. He had left the thug uninjured. Noticing the trail of blood leading away, his focus was drawn to the sound of sirens behind him. As he turned and stayed to the shadows he witnessed the agent. Seeing the badge on his hip he felt a sudden rise of anger.

Why?

Why were they here?

Ignoring the paramedics that were moving the body and even the police officers in the distance. He stood up confidently and walked towards the agent. As he neared the man he spoke.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Who lined your pockets to come here?"[/color][/b]

The Agent turned to face The Weeping hand moving to his holstered sidearm. "I received a call from someone and was ordered to investigate it."

The Weeping snorted in disdain. most likely just a lowly grunt. They would know nothing. Would there even be a point to the anger that burned in his chest.[b][color=ed1c24] "I don't need you or the agents here in my ally ways. I don't know why you have taken this sudden interest."[/color]
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The agent glared at the Weeping. "Well, I don't follow your orders and I do not work for you sir. Unless you have something that will help the case I suggest you leave the scene."

A frown crossed his lips at the man's response, and he moved a bit closer as he spoke a question. 

[b][color=ed1c24]"Hatty Mcall?" [/color][/b]A slight pause as he allowed the name to linger. [b][color=ed1c24]"Russel Stokes?"[/color][/b] His orange eyes never left the agents. [b][color=ed1c24]"Jennifer Love?"[/color][/b] A slight growl escaped his throat. [b][color=ed1c24]"Do you even recognize any of these names?"[/color][/b]

"No, I do not."

A slight smile creeped across The Weeping's face but it did not reach his eyes. [b]"[color=ed1c24]Of course you don't. Why would the department care about those that have gone missing or been killed here unless you've accepted a bribe?"[/color][/b] He shook his head. 

[b][color=ed1c24]"No. Your higher ups sit in their ivory towers away from the common man and are happy to say they are upholding order as long as they really don't have to do any work."[/color][/b]

The agent glared at the Weeping still keeping his hand on his holster. "If you have an issue with my bosses, please bring it up to them, write a complaint, or go setup an appointment and speak to them in person." The agent said. "Now unless you have something you need or can help with the investigation, I suggest you leave."

He chuckled before turning away from the man and vanishing into the shadows. Allowing his final words to hang about in the air long after he had gone. [b][color=ed1c24]"Fine, finish up playing your part, but know those names that none of you people care about? Those people died this month and no one outside of the Melting Pot cared."[/color][/b]

As The Weeping found himself standing in Garrett's shadow. He rubbed his chin before starling the old man.

[b][color=ed1c24]"There is a killer about Garrett. Make sure no one goes anywhere alone if it can be helped." [/color][/b]

The old drunk turned around a few times trying to find The Weeping but when he was unable to locate him. He nodded to the empty air as he took a swig from his brown bottle before stumbling his way towards another bum to begin the chain of relaying The Weeping's message.