Amezar had only just gotten into his office when one of his officers came in with the news: old Joe was found floating lifeless under the docks by one of the dock hands this morning. With a groan he dispatched an investigation team and told them he would join them soon.
He was an older mudokon in his early thirties. Skin was green with two pale green ‘rings’ around his arms and legs; remments of his native days that he never bothered to have ‘removed’. His feathers were long and red and orange in color; eyes the normal white.
Its most likely a result of the civil tension that has been going on. he thought as he set his stuff down on his desk, Why do the fishing families have to be so stubborn? Can’t they see the only way to resolve this is to adapt to the industrial ways?
Amezar was the head of the security office here in Little Ampton, but was also a major political figurehead for the industrial side of the town and in the center of the dispute between the industrials, who want to convert more of the town to industrial methods and the natives, who are steadfastly refusing to cooperate, siting their right to tradition. While the casual visitor wouldn’t notice…the tension between the two parties was high, and recently started to result in violence.
The old ways were fine and dandy years ago…but this is today…not several decades ago. Amezar thought as he put on his light brown trench coat, grabbed his mini tool kit and a couple of cigars. He started to reach for his notepad…but stopped himself; he never needed to use one before…not with his excellent memory. After making sure he had everything, he headed out.
The dock where the body was found was full of the usual gawkers and curious individuals, much to Amezar’s annoyance.
“Alright break it up!” he shouted, “Unless you are a relative or close friend of the victim you need to leave the area!”
There were a few grumbles and hated filled glances in his direction, but the crowd dispersed with out incident. With a sigh, Amezar went up to his team and asked what the preliminary cause of death was.
“Looks like he fell off the dock and drowned sir.” One of them said, “but according to his relatives…he knew how to swim.”
“Could he have smashed his head on the way down?” Amezar asked.
“Could be…but there is no evidence of such a blow that we can see. There is something we did find though.”
The medic then pointed to a couple of puncture wounds on the inner thigh of the body. They were large; almost the same size as the diameter of your pinky finger and there was a smaller set on the opposite side. The wounds looked very familiar to Amezar and his expression contorted to one of deep thought.
“Have the security team ask around to see if there was any suspicious characters wandering about last night and let me know what you find out with the autopsy.” He said finally, “Especially if you find that he has no blood in his body. I have a hutch as to what caused his death.”
One that could prove useful… Amezar thought.
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