Post by // One on Jan 13, 2015 20:29:01 GMT -7
A light tap at the door forced a squeal from the hinges, the door swung part way open to the dark house. The tall figure pushed harder to expand the opening, cautious steps carried him forward. The figure's eyes searched the darkness for any sign of Ichiro and came to rest on a body. He approached and knelt, his hand dropped to the neck and searched for a pulse. Nothing.
He called through on the radio, reporting the body. He turned it over and looked down at the face, blank expression and dark hair. He recognized it immediately as Ichiro.
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