Walten Files Mortality 소설 & 이야기

I rubbed my slightly sweaty palm on my lab coat before opening the file. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to make sense of what I was looking at. There were reports, I realized as I flipped through the pages. Reports of werewolves that had died. I raised my palm to my mouth, shocked at the number. There were almost twenty of them and they had all died within the last two weeks. I reared my head back in surprise. That was quite a large number for such a small time frame. I frowned when I noticed the most recent death was only a few hours ago. They hadn't caught the killer yet?

Lillian asked, tucking her hands together. "She knows; she has a niece, and she is coming home." I glanced at the body, and I cringed at the smell. "His body is already decomposing fast. We will live here, and it will burn and turn to dust soon. It is how Vanna does her thing, with this kind of witchcraft." I shook my head. "What of the files?" "Alam said it would be in the study when he comes home. They just dropped Aaron off at the funeral home. As soon as we announced it to the pack, we would lay him to rest."

A hidden directory titled 'Project 99% Mother. Kael’s digital pulse stuttered. The file was a stratigraphic map of every woman the Council had ever used as an anchor. It wasn't a list of heroes. It was a ledger of casualties. He swiped through the names, and the horror of it rippled through the city’s grid, causing the Grand Hall’s lights to strobe a sickly, necrotic violet. Unit 1: Brain death at forty percent petrification. Unit 3: Systemic marrow collapse. Unit 8: Neural extraction failed.

Crimson color soaked the carpet. The room smelled awful. Walter Newton lay dead, buried in blood, naked with lacerations on both sides of the abdomen and under his lower left breast. They phoned Bates. After Max and Dale looked over the rest of Walter’s house, nobody else appeared. **** Bates called a third meeting the coming morning. Officers’ gathered in the narrow room again. Twenty of them stunned over Walter Newton’s assassination.

“Yeah, some of them were supernatural, and others were humans who we believe were killed by the creatures. The autopsies we received from the human deaths all showed DNA proving that they were killed by one of the creatures. However, each creature we’ve found was stabbed, which leads me to believe you did it.” Relief courses through me at his words. It feels good to get confirmation that I wasn’t the one killing those people. “Is there anything else in the file?” Rowan scrolls again and clicks on several more icons. Other files with similar code numbers show, but there’s very little information. We read those files but do not find anything new. Rowan copies the files and stores them in the d

The drug, often associated with illegal use as a stimulant, suggested that both women might have suffered the same horrifying experiences before their deaths. He made a note of the dates: Natalie Wayne was murdered exactly five years after Mirriam Strauss's death. He put the documents aside and pulled out another document with a man's name, "Peter Weasley" written on it. He scanned the contents of the records before comparing the records of the three victims.

He just mouthed two words: Help me. I backed away, my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. I stumbled into a small, side room to find it was an office filled with the hum of a computer and stacks of paper. I moved to the desk, my hands shaking as I flipped through a folder. Sales records. Quantities of wolfsbane that could kill an entire pack. Names were crossed out in red ink—people who hadn't made it. Beside one name, a note was scribbled in the margin: Possible viability for the Alpha Prime experiment.

Reluctantly, she backed off, seething. I knelt at the safe, grabbing a handful of aged, yellowing files. They were mostly filled with numbers, signatures, offshore accounts and weapons deals. Basically everything Fernando never wanted to exist in the world of law and order. And then I saw it. A file near the back, the corner marked with faded red ink. I pulled it out, and the name on the first page hit me like a hammer to the chest. Subject: Elise V. Carter – Deceased. My heart stopped.

"Coded directives. Authorizations for 'asset retirement' and 'acquisition.' Remus cracked the encryption. It's all here, Jason. The Caelthorn family, the cleanup crew... even the order to silence the coroner. All of it was sourced from Kairos's private server." Jagua slammed his fist on the table, making the dagger jump. "That son of a bitch. He murdered your whole family and wrote it off as a business expense." “And not only that, after he murdered them, he put them in a plane and made it crash over the ocean so it could look like an accident and their bodies could never be recovered.” Klaus said, reading the files, “It's all here.”

I ask. Miller swallows. “It was a well-kept a death log.” The room goes silent. “A what?” Jess whispers. “A list. Names. Dates. Some are labeled overdoses. Some accidents. Some don’t have anything written beside them. Peter kept track of every fatality at the hands of his creations.” I feel my stomach tighten. “How many names?” I ask. “Over sixty.” “Jesus.” Miller nods grimly. “Pennet started running a few through the system. Every single one came back to a real person. All missing and found dead or medically determined to have died of an overdose.”