Why Do You Need A Vertebrae

Death of two larks (Episode 2.5 .7)

Yarn'ys If there was one thing he hated to see in his work were the young people who died a violent death. Worse than that only children. The pathologist
summoned Dietrich, his assistant, a young trainee in pathology by playing with him on stage.
"What I would say this, young man," asked Yarn'ys. It was the first time that the boy attending a visit and maybe it was premature to include it so openly, but Yarn'ys felt that hard times were coming. As the sorry, it was better that the boy did the corn right away.
The boy repeatedly slammed his eyes and turned white, but he did not pass out and not vomit.
"Two victims - said in a voice feeble and uncertain - white male in his twenties. Female white on the fifteen. "His voice trembled so evident in the last words.
Drake interjected. "We believe they are vampires."
"Oh yeah? And what makes you feel? "Objected the pathologist.
"The modus operandi is typical of vampire hunters and then there's the ticket to claim ... "Drake said stubbornly.
Yarn'ys thought about it a bit 'and he nodded. "It's possible. Anyway, a simple laboratory test we will confirm it. "
" I do not think it necessary ... "interjected a young agent of the DCS. Among her long brown hair was a golden lock of hair and his eyes were odd, green grass and a blue sky.
"And who are you?" The pathologist said impatiently.
"Kimaira third year academy trainee of DCS." Replied the boy going to attention.
"And why do you think you can my job better than me? "
" I do not think at all, sir. It's just that it happens that I know who are the victims. "Kimaira said with a smile.
Yarn'ys be embarrassed again. Today was just one of those days when his temper led him to offend everyone around him.
"I'm sorry ... They were friends of yours? "
" No, no. I just went to their concert two weeks ago. - Will screen the guy - I did well, I'd say ... It was the last. "He concluded bitterly.
"Who hell were they?" Urged the Rebeq.
"They were Jasper and Jasmine, Sweet Singers of the Requiem." Affirmed Kimaira safely.
"casserole" said Drake, unable to control.
fanatics had made a killing.
Everyone knew who they were Sweet's Requiem. Like it or not everyone had heard a song sooner or later, they were always in heavy rotation on major radio stations of the Hidden Places. Sweet
The Requiem was the musical phenomenon of the moment, acclaimed by hordes of teenagers, but their sentimental and melancholic songs were not even that bad.
"I did not know you were emo, Kimaira" mocked him Adrian.
"does not sound emo, them. They played gothic metal. "Retorted the boy, piqued.
"There will be crowds of teenage girls hysterical when you will know. "Rebeq said.
"Poor guys ... - Deplored Yarn'ys instead, which seemed to have exhausted its share of aggression - the music sounded irritating but they never hurt anyone. "
" They were 'instigators of the devil' or something ... - Rebeq said bitterly - and someone has 'cleansed'. "
" 'With the cross and the sword', as the good old times ... "Drake concluded dryly.

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common enemy (Episode 2.5.6)

Ines tried to reassure Mark. "It's okay, nothing happened." He whispered, shaking hand in a gesture that would be awkward affection.
Yarn'ys, the coroner of the day shift came with an air of command.
"All right, boy?" He asked. Mark
freed her hand from Ines and nodded. "Enough ..."
"Then why do not you calm down and turn off the damn aura?" Suggested roughly the pathologist.
Yarn'ys was a dark elf who began his career as a necromancer and then enrolled in forensic medicine at Imperial College, London, under the guise of an Eritrean refugee. Dealing with the living was not one of his specialties. A dim light flickered purple
yet to Mark around, but at least it had stopped vibrating objects. The scientist turned to glare at
Yarn'ys but still followed his advice.
closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to regain control. Usually he only had to concentrate and see the walls, like those of a solid castle, which rose slowly to lock the purple light that shone within him, but today was not able to concentrate. His thoughts wandered along paths that knew but hated having to go.
"It's happening all over again ..." he thought, recalling the days when sometimes be different enough to be targets.
The only walls that he could see in his mind were those of the white tiled corridor along which his mother was gone.
He opened his eyes.
"I can not." Admitted, desolate.
"Well, riprovaci boy. You can not not go around like this all day. "Retorted the Yarn'ys abruptly, in a tone as an old uncle.
A spark of anger appeared in the eyes of Mark. "It's not so easy ..." he growled, causing another sharp rise to power. The pathologist, however, did not impress and replied with a look of defiance.
What could go wrong ...
Ines took advantage of the casino to move His astonished colleagues.
Rebeq was perhaps the only sorry but that was not shocked in any room. But
Rebeq knew.

Kitty, the photographer and pushed roughly by the pathologist. "Of course you're just a jerk!" She said, throwing a look of fire.
grabbed Mark's arm and dragged him toward the door. "We're going to get some fresh air will do you good ..." The scientist
a further glimpse into hot Yarn'ys but let himself be led meekly.
Rebeq mentally blessed the presence of mind of the girl and heaved a sigh of relief.
"That boy should learn to control ... - Muttered the pathologist, who was actually just been transferred from England - It's always like this? "
" He had never done before. "Saimir said, somewhat shocked.
"It is strange. - Confirmed Rebeq - Something must have upset enough to make him lose control. "
Ines picked up the envelope with the ticket is claimed and cast a quick glance. "Probably this." Ruled, handing the captain.
Rebeq recent text quickly and swore softly in Flemish.
He handed the envelope to the pathologist and studied carefully the reaction. On the face of ebony dark elf was painted first concern, then anger and disgust.
"It's horrible. Disgusting. How can they think about returning to what it was before Tara? It's madness. "He said, to hold back the anger.
Rebeq nodded gravely. "Many of us have suffered at the time and remember that period as a nightmare." He said, while the envelope with the message passed from hand to hand.
"I was." Confirmed Yarn'ys, thinking about the risks he had run in that time whenever he was released from the ancestral lands of his people.
"Some people have nightmares more vivid than others, sir." Rebeq concluded. He glanced at Drake, who was reading the message at that time. His face was pale distorted into an expression fierce. There was a moment when he thought he Rebeq finding similarity between his agent and a person he had known before, but could not remember exactly who.
Yarn'ys assumed an upset. "What happened to that guy?" He asked, bringing upon himself the attention of Rebeq.
"not for me to disclose it, Doctor. - Said the captain - Let's say, however, Mark has many reasons to be upset. "
" I ... - Yarn'ys stammered, embarrassed - I am very sorry to have further unnerved. "
" I'm sure, Doctor ... Now rimettiamoci to work. "Rebeq nodded.
The dark elf nodded and took the briefcase with the tools of the trade.
had to do a good job.
bastards were stopped.
soon.