Who would have thought that fairies were candy fiends? Atheara sat next to Kevin in the squad car, happily enjoying her crunchy chocolate bars, as the vehicle drove them to their next murder site.
… All twelve chocolate bars.
The worst part was the munching. Munch, munch, crunch. Crackle, crumple, tear. Munch, munch …
She was insatiable! It was like she hadn’t eaten in months.
Atheara swallowed as the PC on her wrist went off. She was glowing purple that day and a flood of pink, glowing particles scattered off of her as she tapped the personal computer.
As a holographic report appeared in front of her she said, “So I got to thinking about our dwarf. Dwarves don’t get allergic reactions, so I had the gore-bots run another toxicology report.”
Gore-bots was the affectionate name for the robots that scanned murder sites. They had to record all of the gore for the detectives, thus the name Gore-bots.
Kevin rolled his eyes, “But if he was infected with lycanthropy, he would react to silver.”
Pointing at the report, she nodded, “Yep, but according to the curse scan … no lycanthropy AND … look at this.”
Pointing at some bone scans she smiled, “His middle fingers were cut short and then healed. There’s the scar tissue.”
Kevin leaned in, “Hmm … good work. I was wrong. So we’re looking at a mage killer?”
Looking closely at the report, he saw that Dwaldin Vtharth was a jeweler from Times Square. Before he could read any more, the front wall to the bank they were passing exploded.
Something huge slammed into the squad car, throwing it sideways and causing the safety foam to erupt inside.
“Holy fuck!” Kevin barked as the car came to a stop on its roof.
Wet and frazzled, he staggered out of the damaged vehicle to find that his fairy partner was sitting on one of the tires on top of the overturned car. Dang fairies. Dragging himself to the front of the car, he saw what had hit them. A massive ogre was picking itself up off the asphalt. Broad and powerful with green skin and a bald head, the beast roared, focusing back on something at the bank.
Turning his head to the building, Kevin watched a huge troll burst through the hole in the wall and return the roar. Dressed in a rent-a-cop uniform, the monster’s grey skin glinted in the sunlight. Easily as broad as the ogre, the troll’s arms hung to his knees and were as big around as his waist. He had huge tusks and his hair was shaved on the sides and braided in the back.
Impacting each other like angry buffalo, the giant-kin rained punches into each other. The detective could almost feel the impact from the blows. Both beasts were insanely powerful and their kinds were known for being dangerously short-fused.
Looking at the holographic map of the city from her PC, Atheara commented, “Getting in the middle of that would be hazardous to our health. We’ve got containment on the way. And it seems someone is running out of the Museum of Natural History with something.”
The ogre ducked under a punch from the troll and picked it up. It turned and drove the troll through the bottom of the squad car sending metal pieces flying and a dazed detective rolling to the ground.
Looking up Kevin noticed that the fairy had popped up next to him, still studying her PC, “That was close. Boy those guys are strong,” she noted distractedly.
While the troll tore into the car, bending the metal out of the way so it could get up, the ogre rushed to a street sign and ripped it out of the ground. Just as the first beast freed itself, the green behemoth charged it, brandishing its new weapon. Like a linebacker tackling a running back, the troll put his shoulder into the ogre’s gut, stopping the assailant in mid stride. He lifted the monster into the air and slammed it into the street with such force that the ground shook under Kevin and the asphalt fractured around the ogre.
“Our troll friend there is Fraaphknot and I I.D.’d our ogre as Grolf Skullsmasher,” the fairy continued. “Grolf has a pretty long rap sheet, mostly assault charges.”
“And Fraaphknot there is a former Marine, Force Recon,” Kevin noted, standing up and dusting himself off as the troll staggered back a few steps.
“How did you know!?” Atheara gasped, pulling up the troll’s records. “You don’t even …”
“Look at the tattoo on his neck,” Kevin pointed, “That’s the Force Reconnaissance emblem.”
“Oh,” the fairy sighed, closing her holographic pad. “Here come the people in the bank.”
A flood swarmed around the big troll as he straightened his uniform amid the calls of the containment squad vehicles arriving. With claps on his broad back and cheers and thanks, the monster lumbered back to his post, seemingly unconcerned with the previous events.
“Let the containment squad handle the clean up,” Kevin offered, tapping his own PC to get a ride back to the station, “We’re gonna be late getting to the power plant.”
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Leaving the Brooklyn West Family Center with a can of beans, Fraaphknot tucked his uniform into a plastic bag. He would need to get it cleaned. Damn ogre. That meant another few weeks living under the Brooklyn Bridge until he could afford an apartment. Stopping next to a man who sat with his back against the wall of an alley, the troll took a moment to look at the can of beans in his hand. Handing it to the man, he continued toward the bridge.
Rats again for dinner.