One Dead Reaper

The room was silent as the team worked on its lunch. Not even royal seemed to make a sound as he attacked a rather unfortunate peanut butter and fluff sandwich. All seemed to be working the way it was supposed to until Tibias’s Greek salad wrap fell to his desk with a soft thud. The Englishman’s upraised head was stiffly set in one place as he stared up at the crease where wall met ceiling on the side of the room that opposed his work area. His breath faltered slightly as he watched the unfortunate scene that was projecting it’s self to him.

Sherah, having had the misfortune of a desk against the wall where the man currently ogled, could feel his gaze and lifted her head from her head away from her B.L.T. Looking to the her other colleagues, the dragoness observed that no one else had taken notice of their co workers current condition. Reaching across her desk she swiftly picked up a notebook and tore a sheet paper from it. As she balled it in her fist she chose her target carefully. She didn't really have to think on it much. It would be Royal because he seemed to be the most oblivious and the least threatening. Weighing the ball carefully in her clawed hand she made a quick judgment of cross breezes and target movement before hucking it across the room. The crumpled projectile found a home somewhere between his temple and his ear.

She sat back satisfied as he turned and leered at he reproachfully. Her simple response was to point at the still staring but now quivering Tibias.

“ You interrupted my lunch for that?” He fumed.

“ Please. I know you’ll eat on the job later.” She snarked.

“ Well yeah, but how am I gonna have energy to get to the Pizza place if I don’t eat this sandwich now?”

She growled in annoyance. He grinned in the usual eat shit way before going back to his sandwich. The quiet returned after that. The dragoness quickly made short work of the rest of her sandwich. She had a feeling she was going to have to deal with something. She didn’t know what, but what ever it was it would suck to have to do it hungry.

A sharp sigh echoed across the room. Tibias had finished his vision and now pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off a migraine.

“Our demon friend was just at the bank on Marks street.” His voice was flat. “ I want only Kole and Sherah to go investigate the scene. I highly doubt the beast is still around.”

The fellow reaper stood and, with a wave of his hand, beckoned her to follow him. Sighing she stood, stretching, before she followed him out of the room.

“ What do you think about this one?” she questioned having a bit of difficulty keeping up with the taller being’s brisk walking pace.

“ I think,” He responded dryly. “ That whatever state the bank or the demon are in, someone has died.”

She shrugged.“ I suppose your right.”

The man reached the buildings weathered front entrance before she could.

“ Suppose?” he questioned as he pulled the door towards him self sending a flurry of peeled paint to the ground. “ Dear girl, I’m not paid to suppose and neither are you. There is a corpse waiting for us at the bank. Otherwise our friend Tibias would never have known there was a conflict there.”

“ So we’re sifting for evidence then?”

He grinned coldly at her realization. “ Exactly.”

The walk to the bank was short as it was only a few blocks from the office. Though it always seemed that no matter where they went the promise of seeing death cut the trip in half. The two enforcers walked through throngs of people. While those who noticed them wisely sidestepped; there were no prolonged stares or overtly frightened people. The reapers, just like traffic and the smell of exhaust, had become part of the city’s daily rhythm.

“Hmmmm,” the dragoness commented sarcastically as they rounded a street corner to see the half destroyed building. “ I wonder where we’re going.”

“ Well it appears he’s learned how to make a withdrawal.” Kole chuckled.

They continued forward.

“ I don’t see how that’s funny.”

He smirked at her. “ You wouldn’t.” that being said he shadow-ported to the wreckage before she could respond.

He did not have to search long to find what he was looking for. Amongst the crumbled tan rock and support structure was the rather large, nude, corps of Matao. The demon had stripped the body of it’s usual covering. The abnormally large man usually wore a suit of gold armor. Kole smiled. He’d always seen the extravagant waste of metal as impractical and archaic. He continued to assess the body as Sherah came to stand next to him. The cadaver only bore two physical injuries. One was a clearly bruised and possibly even broken neck. The other, Kole suspected, was postmortem.

“ I believe cause of death was strangulation. The neck may also have been broken but it’s hard to tell.” He remarked to his scaled companion. “ What do you make of the other injury?”

The scene took Sherah aback. The dead man before her had trained her for combat when she was a child. Seeing him not only beaten, but naked, was quite a shock.

“ I can see why he would kill him. But what would Mammon want with Matow’s ……man hood.”

“ Perhaps it’s some kind of trophy.” He smirked. “ Any one who’s met this bastard has wanted to castrate him at least.

“ That’s true. “ the dragon remarked. “ But why would anyone ever want to keep it?”

“ To each his own.” The male reaper responded watching his purple comrade gag.

“ So what do we do with him?”

Kole turned to her.

“ I thought dragons loved ham? It would be a shame to let the parts the demon didn’t want to go to waste.”

She ignored him. “ I say we let the cops take care of it. Don’t they have to fill out paperwork that says he’s dead?”

He nodded. “ You’re sure you don’t even want a takeaway box?”

She rolled her eyes. “ I’ll see you back at the office. I'm sure that if this guy's dead we have problems."