assigned to the task force catching the Wolf, if things are fine in that area then there should be no issues with the rest of the department…………obviously, it would be bad for publicity if a member of the task force was found to be suffering from any mental or personal issues whilst working on the case……once captured, the Wolf may have a difficult conviction if these issues are brought to the surface!’ he admired is ability to blag, resting back into his chair and predicting the outcome of the call, the smile stretched from ear to ear.
‘I agree Doctor Lime, can I suggest that the internal investigation is kept quiet for now……unless, obviously, something may arise…..in which case I advise you contact me in that situation’.
William knew he had the Director wrapped around his finger now, the simple call brought to life several issues the Metropolitan Police would hate to face.
‘Director……you have my word’.
***
The Wolf laid himself down upon the chair, his belly grumbled with satisfaction. The meal was one of the tastiest he had eaten to date, he could still feel the animals life swirling around in his veins. The carcass had been stripped and poached. He ate the meat alone and felt tempted to delve into another. He decided to wait, to allow time to pass. The days were few until his day of abduction; he juggled the idea of an early pick-up and cancelling any more night views. He had five nights remaining, two of which were scheduled for reconnaissance.
There he was, the room was larger than the bedsit and cleaner. His uncle provided for him and the temporary jobs he took paid quite well, a lawn or two mowed once every weekend; window cleaning the next. He saved the payment and aimed to improve his education. He studied English, particularly Shakespeare and read copious amounts of literature, his favourite being the Brothers Grimm. He would still endure the dreams, his new friend speaking to him as he slept. He toyed with the creature that hid within the darkest areas, its eyes only visible. He became accustomed to the freezing temperatures where his naked body would wake, he never felt shame. One dream appeared more satisfying than the previous. He was alone in the wood, him and his invisible guest. The snow fell steadily, as always. The scream was new; he was intrigued by it and ventured towards the source. The woman, mid-twenties, lay naked upon the brilliant white carpet; her body was open to the moon. He approached her from the head first, gradually circling her. He wasn’t used to having a real guest, especially not a woman. He never talked to women or flirted with them, he was still a virgin and pushing twenty years old. She cried to him pitifully for help, she seemed in pain. Russell stood and watched, he starred upon her body….unsure of what to do. He approached her slowly, her arm reaching out. He lowered to one knee and placed a hand upon her chest, her skin began to freeze and her heart beat bellowed in his palm.
The commands were spoken softly from behind him, the words hypnotising him. He turned her head to face him, her neck displayed. He lowered his mouth to her and sunk his teeth into her throat, she kicked as he ripped the soft flesh. He felt the warming liquid slide down his throat, her pale body now coated in a bright red colour. She kept fighting as his teeth tore her jugular, the arterial spray painted the ground around them.
He awoke suddenly, the taste still in his throat. He gathered his bearings and headed for the bathroom, needing a drink of water to remove the taste. The moon was full and its light shone through the window. He gazed at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes appeared darker than usual…..different, as if they weren’t his. The cool water refreshed his face, the taste cleared from his mouth as he gulped it down. He was unsure as to what the dream had meant….unsure as to who the woman was.
***
Nathan pinned the new photos up upon his wall. He found it difficult to find a free space and had to jumble several items to slot them in. He thought about the hotel room he had booked for him, about the first night he arrived and slept there. He hadn’t slept in a bed for several days now and his back began to ache. He tried to picture how he had left the room, what kind of state it was in…..he couldn’t. He soaked in the evidence before him, blocking any previous wandering thoughts. The puzzle in his mind was still missing several vital pieces, he needed to create the picture; he needed to know why.
He left the office to find Jack, he needed specific information and his friend was the man to ask. He spotted him through the glass partition, the phone wedged against his ear. Their eyes met and Jack gave the signal to wait, the call being the priority.
‘Thank you Sir, I’ll get on with the search right away’ the handset placed back in its home.
‘Nathan, the warrant is in…..we have the green light for searching Mr Breen’s place. I need you to help organise the hit…..I want it done today!’ the excitement showed in his voice.
‘I’m with you, tell me what you need done and I’ll do it Jack’
William Lime smiled as the password given to him had worked, the locked personal profiles now filling his screen. He scrolled with the wireless mouse, moving the page up until he located Jack Dawson’s file. The cursor was placed upon it and with a double click, the folder unveiled all of its hidden secrets. The tip of his tongue protruded from his lips as he concentrated. His head was filled with the sound of his humming, followed by the words of his chosen song
‘I’ve got you…hum hum hummmm…under my skin’.
He opened all the individual documents held in the folder. He noticed that the folder was larger than most. He flicked through the information as he searched for the thing he was interested in…..Nathan Crawley.
Jack called the team together and informed them of the news, the warrant being the highlight of the past few days. Nathan was absent from the briefing, he scurried around the building searching for the relevant people that Jack needed on the task. He worked down the list given to him, marking off each name as he spoke to them. Jack prepared the team, informing them of the procedure they will undergo. The briefing room door opened and one by one the people on the list began to enter. Nathan closed the door behind him and found a place to sit.
‘Listen in. I’ll make this brief, time is short. Sargent Logan and myself are the command positions on this search, I don’t want a cluster of voices on the net when it’s going down. Our words of command are gospel, you listen….you do’ he paused for a slight intake of air.
‘The surveillance team are still in position, they will report any changes on the approach. I want a cordon to seal the area for a one hundred metre radius, no one comes in and no one goes out. Cordon control will be task team one, you know who you are. Under your command will be a twenty man patrol unit, use them at the barriers as a block, your team will not be required at the scene’ task team one nodded their confirmation on the instruction.
‘Team two will act as the Quick Reaction Force. You have a small team of five PC’s attached and will be the outer security for the building of interest. We are unsure of the current occupants state, if there are any people in the building they may be armed. Team three, you are assigned to assist Sargent Logan and the Armed Response Unit. We will be first into the building, stay behind Logan’s men whilst they secure the location, once satisfied we will begin the thorough search. You find anything at all that you may deem as evidence, then bag it and tag it for collection. Myself and Nathan will be on scene so no fuck ups. Ladies and gentlemen this is a huge break for the case, we could nail the bastard as long as things go to plan’ he scanned the room, no questions were fired back.
‘Grab your equipment and head to the relevant teams vehicles. Radio channels will be on seven, ensure you check your equipment before leaving this location…..we leave in thirty minutes’ still no questions.
‘Good…..get ready to move’ the class erupted with noise as the teams separated and moved to their assigned locations. Pete Logan met with Jack at the front of the room, Nathan joined them as the last of the teams left.
‘Good luck Jack’
‘Thanks Pete. I’ll ride with you in the truck, once my surveillance team have confirmed the status and we are in position, we’ll hit the place hard and fast. If you can, and there are personnel inside the building, try to keep them
