The air filled with the metallic scent of fresh blood mixing with the alley's earlier stench of garbage, while faint steam rose from the warm remains in the cool shade.
[Come in; this is Kurt.] [Kurt]
[Agent Kurt, what is the situation?]
[The small time gang members have nothing to do with the Monster cult. They probably used their emblem and terms for fun.] [Kurt]
[Roger that… And about their state of being?]
[Naturally, I killed them.] [Kurt]
[Good. Report back to base then.]
The mental call ended with a faint, almost imperceptible click in Kurt's mind, leaving behind a sudden, heavy silence in the narrow alley.
He stood motionless for a long moment among the scattered, cleanly severed remains, the metallic tang of fresh blood thick in the cool, shadowed air.
Broken glass from distant storefronts and the faint hum of traffic on the main road beyond the brick walls felt distant and irrelevant now.
