'What do you mean you have a body for me?..'

Dr. Green is an older Coroner. His mourge is small, outdated. He never gets bodies this time of night. They all go to the bigger place across town.

'No, no, ill be right down. The password on the door is five, five, two, four. Ill be down in ten minutes...'

Dr. Green hangs up his phone and rolls out of bed. Grumbling about retirement and bullshit. He will head down to the mourge, but hes stopping for coffee first...

The morgue is in a wonderfully shitty neighborhood. Its in the basement of a brick building marked as 'Coroner' and has a sign for a nuclear bomb shelter rusting and hanging from one nail on the bricks...

Unsure of whether Quinn immediately obfuscated and is tailing him, or if Hyde lost him again, he pauses at the top of the ladder nearest to his destination, wondering how best to go about this before he decides that feeding on peoples paranoia of their government is usually the best option. Drawing on the collective consciousness we refer to as pop-culture, Hyde wills his form to change.

2008-07-27 10:29:26 Hyde rolls 6 dice to Manip+Perform(Mask) (Diff 7, used willpower) 7,8,2,5,9, 7 (5 successes)

His outline seems to shrink down, becoming the height and build of an average white male. The tattered great-coat over his half-rusted armor becoming a black suit and tie with a white dress shirt. His earpiece linking him to Mister Grey remains, though now it is smaller, white and has a cord leading down into his collar. The dark sunglasses are the finishing touch.

Signaling to Grey that he has arrived and will leave the lines of communication open, he peels back the steel curtain between his two worlds and approaches the front door of the morgue.

The 'Front door' of the mourge looks like it leads to a shithole basement. There are a few steps down to a small cesspool of rainwater runoff. The door is rusted steel and a single, bare bulb buzzes overhead and attracts moths.

Next to the door is a keypad that is in about as shit shape as the door. Above the keypad is a single button. Presumably, the doorbell.

Hyde presses the button, wondering if he is going to be able to pull this off. Speaking to Grey he says "We've got a door. Electronic lock. Keypad entry. I've hit the doorbell. Are there any eyes here?"

He doubts this dilapidated wreck has cameras, almost nothing in this neighborhood has cameras, but that paranoia thing works both ways.

Greys voice comes through much clearer above ground than in the tunnels. Its almost like hes stading right there...

'Ive got nothing. But keep your eyes open for closed circuits.'

The buzzer sounds inside. Hyde will hear a voice yell out: 'That was quick Doc, your old ass can move when it needs to.'

The delivery guy comes to the door and buzzes it open, then looks like hes seen a ghost when he sees Agent Hyde in front of him. The cigarette dangling from his lip falls to the puddle before he can even light it.  

Hyde turns his head quickly to his left, the side that his earpeice is on, half expecting Quinn to be standing there impersonating Grey's voice and then wonders briefly if Grey is piggybacking cell-phone signals.

With his finger pressed against the earpiece, listening to Grey, the door swings open just as Hyde says "Affirmative."

Glancing down momentarily at the dropped cigarette before letting his arm return to a neutral position, he looks back at the man who stands before him. "I will assume from your comments that you are not the coroner." Lowering his glasses to make eye-contact, he adds "I am Mister Stone."

2008-07-27 13:43:27 Hyde rolls 7 dice to Manip+Intim(Quell) (Diff 7) 7,6,9,8,4, 6,3 (3 successes)[Quell the Beast. Let me know if he has more than 3 willpower.]

"We have become aware that you are currently in possession of some delicate materials which require a higher level of security than is currently being utilized. If you are not the coroner, you are dismissed. We will be in contact with you very soon for debriefing. Please, do not leave town for a few days."

The kid immediately takes on a very stoner like gaze. His eyes travel up and down "Mister Stone" and he just nods.

'Shit man, i didnt look at anything. Its just a bag.. im outa here..'

He will rub against the slimy side of the building to keep as much distance beetween Hyde and himself as he can, and vacate the scene.

The open door of the morgue before Hyde leads to a small cramped hallway that leads around a corner to the office. Its one small room, cold from the AC and overpoweringly scented to hide any smells...

There is a desk with an outdated computer, a few file cabinets and an exam table. one whole wall is dedicated to just three of the long metal roll out beds found in every last morgue in the country.

The office is empty, save for the humming of the air conditioner it is silent. But you still cant seem to shake the feeling of being watched... and its certainly not cameras.  

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2008-07-27 20:17:26 Hyde rolls 6 dice to Perc+Alert 10,8,10,4,10, 5 (4 successes)

From the moment he crosses the threshold, Hyde begins scanning around the area, relating what he sees to Grey, comically perhaps to Grey because he is staying in character the whole time. "Why did that boy say 'A bag'? There ought to be two... Something isn't right here. I feel like there is someone else here, but I don't see anyone." He looks about once more, wondering if it is Quinn that is unnerving him so, "Mister... Wood?" he calls out, suddenly realizing how silly his made up names are.

"Should we confiscate any records of the subjects being here?" he asks Grey as he starts looking for John Doe on the 'slab' doors.

'Yeah might as well grab everything you can... weirdo.' Greys voice, clear and real again.

John Doe is the only marked door. Right in the middle, The other two have blank tags...

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2008-07-27 20:38:17 Radiation rolls 7 dice to 'Watcher' Stealth 5,10,7,3,8, 3,9 (4 successes)
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Suddenly Hyde can hear something. He is not alone, theres a rustling behind the desk. A coiling and tension in the air...

As Hyde is reaching for the handle on the stainless steel cold-storage, something shifts behind him, and he spins to face where the noise came from.

"We've got movement." he says to Grey and shoves his hand into the inside of his suit-jacket as if he is going to pull a piece. "Halt!" he yells "This area is off limits." Isn't that what they always say in the movies?  

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The culprit quickly reveals himself.

A fat, orange, kind of scruffy looking cat walks out from under the desk and just looks at Hyde like hes an idiot before letting out a shrill meow.

Greys voice on the earpiece is tense:

'Who was it? Hyde, were you followed? Shit!'  

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Hyde does one of those things we all do when you have just tripped over your own foot and faceplanted, and you know that no one was around to see you do it, but you take a good long look around, just to be sure.

"Uh.. false alarm. Uh... situation normal." Hyde stammers over the comm-link. Nothing to see here. Keep moving.

He returns to the cooler, pops the door, and flings the zipper open, wondering which of the two made it here, and why the other one did not.

The fat cat hops up on the desk and will watch Hyde.

The zipper of the bag peels back to reveal the decaying form of Tayshawn Kearns. He reeks as if hes been rotting for weeks. The stupid gold tooth in his mouth showing as he hangs open and limp faced.

"No." is all he can manage for the moment. He rushes over to the desk, surely whatever paperwork the driver brought is still sitting out for the coroner. He begins shuffling through the pages, already knowing that he is not here. The driver said he only brought one.

His anger wells up, the audacity of that voice on the other end of the phone, telling him it would get done, ringing in his ear, over and over.

2008-07-27 21:45:44 Hyde rolls 4 dice to Instinct (Diff 4) 2,1,7,5 (1 success)

Once your Humanity is truly gone, you no longer make futile attempts to reign in the Beast, you know better, instead you let the Damn thing out at the drop of a hat in the hopes of being able to train it. To control it, to ride it. Yelling through clinched teeth, "Where. Is. He." his palms on the desk, Hyde suddenly turns his head to face the fat feline still eying him. "WHAT"RE YOU GAWKIN' AT!?" he scrams at the Garfield doppleganger while throwing a vicious backhand at it.

2008-07-27 23:24:06 Hyde rolls 8 dice to Dex+Brawl 5,3,7,6,5, 7,9,3 (4 successes)  

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2008-07-28 10:29:55 Radiation rolls 6 dice to 'Watcher' Dodge 3,8,7,3,10, 7 (4 successes)
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The Fat Cat Hissed as Hyde Yelled at it, and when he swung. It jumped, like an orange flyinbg meatball it richochets from desk, to Hydes face, to Floor and takes off like a rocket towards the door.

2008-07-28 10:46:21 Hyde rolls 4 dice to Instinct (Diff 4) 10,4,1,7 (2 successes)

While the things claws do no permanent damage, there several new pinholes in Hydes face beneath the illusory skin of the agent that will remain until such time as Hyde takes enough notice of them to make them go away. Continuing to ride the Beast, Hyde makes the furball the subject of his rage. Snatching up some gaudy brass paperweight from the desk, Hyde hurls it after the cat in one last attempt to wipe the furry smirk off of its face.

2008-07-28 11:00:18 Hyde rolls 5 dice to Dex+Athletics 7,8,8,6,2 (4 successes)

2008-07-28 11:03:13 Radiation rolls 6 dice to 'Watcher' Dodge 5,6,10,2,8, 6 (4 successes)
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The Spry little meatball just barely manages to dodge the projectile Buddha Brass paperweight; which buries itself into the wall with a crunch of plaster.

The cat will pause for one last look at Hyde,Narrowing its eyes as if to say: This isnt over... Before it dissapears out the open door into the alleyway.  

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"RRRrrrAaAAGGGhhhH!!" he says, succinctly articulating his frustrations. He then reaches for the whole desk, surmising that he might be able to throw it through the wall and still hit the annoying little scamp...

2008-07-28 11:11:12 Hyde rolls 4 dice to Instinct (Diff 4) 8,4,1,10 (2 successes)

Suddenly, Grey's voice bursts into Hyde's ear, snapping him out of his rampage 'Uh... Hyde?' He realizes how all of this must have sounded on the other end of the line and can't help but burst into laughter, if only briefly, before becoming serious once more and remembering his guise.

"Our primary target is not on the premises. Secondary target only. Have you isolated the computer records? I have the hardcopies."

He moves back to the cooler-wall and takes down Teyshawn's body-bag, resealing it, closing the drawer, door and removing the  'John Doe' tag from the door.

"The coroner is also absent, perhaps he has information. Please advise."

2008-07-29 10:25:53 Radiation rolls 7 dice to Mr.Grey acc morgue comp (Diff 7) 7,6,3,10,3, 4,9 (3 successes)
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Down in the Hovel, Grey is looking from screen to screen. The old coroners office was using a pathetic little 12 gig drive with barely encrypted databases. The encryption wasnt even the issue, Grey just copied them encrypted and can crack it or delete at his leisure.

'Ive got it all. Could you be so kind as to render the computer there inoperable?...'

Grey batters a few keys in frustration. Theres nothing in the news about where either body are being taken. And no follow up reports on the incident yet...

'Maybe you should wait for the Coroner and have him make some calls. We need a lead on Roach...'

The stress in Greys voice is already returning. Having the operator flip his lid wouldnt help anyone...

Hyde grins wide at Grey's request, "Consider it done." he replies.

He lays Teyshawn out on the floor next to the desk and begins popping all of the connections out of the back of the computer, not even bothering to shut the system down. making one last check for a closed-circuit camera-system and walking over to shut the door to be sure that what he is about to do is not seen, Hyde will sandwich the computer tower between his palms and crush the whole thing into a pocket-sized ball as if it were a used piece of tinfoil, tucking it away to be disposed of later.

And he waits, considering his options for convincing the coroner to be... compliant.