UNIT Me A Case (Ashley Sloan X Capt. Jack Harkness)
Oct 14, 2013 20:47:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2013 20:47:10 GMT -5
Ashley closes her latest file and smiles in satisfaction. "Another crisis averted and another species analyzed." She pats the case and gets up to leave as she is about to go off duty. Suddenly the phone on her desk rings and she sighs in frustration. She snatches the phone up and answers it. "Lieutenant Ashley Sloan."
"Lieutenant a case just came in and we need you on it right away. A man was murdered by a rampaging alien that is not on our registered alien list. We need you to apprehend the specimen and bring it here for analysis." The voice of her commanding officer is sharp and implies a no argument attitude she came to associate with him.
"Right away sir. Should I be prepared for an interference from Torchwood?" She picks up her coat and gets her bag with her weapons in it.
"No they shouldn't give you any trouble. Our sources say that we are the first to hear of this case besides the local police. You just need to get in there and then get out."
She sighs and gives her affermative before hanging up the phone and heading out the door to her UNIT provided car. She throws her bag in the passenger seat as she slides into her leather seat then shoots off onto the path specified for her to go. She sighs as she drives down the familiar path. She mentally prepares herself for the gruesome scene awaiting her. Then she arrives at the scene of the crime and she regrets taking the job on immediately. The scene was horrifying yes but she recognizes the scratch marks immediately as that of a Weevil. However something else struck her. The attack pattern didn't quite match up.
"An attack on a civilian, but by something trying to frame a Weevil?" She shakes her head and looks at the corpse. She puts a pair of gloves on and begins to inspect the wounds. She begins to think out loud. "Long claws, sharp teeth, went for the chest first but the death blow was the last blow to the gut. They never went for the throat, not consistent with a Weevil attack, but they made certain to curve their claws to mimic a Weevil claw. Why pay so close attention to detail then make such a striking mistake?" She shakes herself as she is absorbed into her work. She lays her gun on the ground next to her as she makes a few measurements of the wounds. "Hmm these scratches are to short to be Weevil scratches too. Also that fatal wound looks sloppy almost rushed. Maybe the alien was caught or startled away at the last second." She looks around once and then stands and dusts her uniform off.
"Lieutenant a case just came in and we need you on it right away. A man was murdered by a rampaging alien that is not on our registered alien list. We need you to apprehend the specimen and bring it here for analysis." The voice of her commanding officer is sharp and implies a no argument attitude she came to associate with him.
"Right away sir. Should I be prepared for an interference from Torchwood?" She picks up her coat and gets her bag with her weapons in it.
"No they shouldn't give you any trouble. Our sources say that we are the first to hear of this case besides the local police. You just need to get in there and then get out."
She sighs and gives her affermative before hanging up the phone and heading out the door to her UNIT provided car. She throws her bag in the passenger seat as she slides into her leather seat then shoots off onto the path specified for her to go. She sighs as she drives down the familiar path. She mentally prepares herself for the gruesome scene awaiting her. Then she arrives at the scene of the crime and she regrets taking the job on immediately. The scene was horrifying yes but she recognizes the scratch marks immediately as that of a Weevil. However something else struck her. The attack pattern didn't quite match up.
"An attack on a civilian, but by something trying to frame a Weevil?" She shakes her head and looks at the corpse. She puts a pair of gloves on and begins to inspect the wounds. She begins to think out loud. "Long claws, sharp teeth, went for the chest first but the death blow was the last blow to the gut. They never went for the throat, not consistent with a Weevil attack, but they made certain to curve their claws to mimic a Weevil claw. Why pay so close attention to detail then make such a striking mistake?" She shakes herself as she is absorbed into her work. She lays her gun on the ground next to her as she makes a few measurements of the wounds. "Hmm these scratches are to short to be Weevil scratches too. Also that fatal wound looks sloppy almost rushed. Maybe the alien was caught or startled away at the last second." She looks around once and then stands and dusts her uniform off.