RP for On_jennys_terms
Two dead marines and an unidentified male child. The adults were shot point blank but the child's skull had been bashed in with or against something.
This was a tough day. It had turned into a tough evening and a tough night. The field agents went home first, because until the guys downstairs got further there wasn't much they could do. Ducky and Palmer were working with the remains, Clarke wasn't sure if they were still there anymore. Abby was running on CafPow, on auto pilot with the techs like mice scurrying around her, doing as she asked. Clarke had easily formulated a list of possible scenarios that could have explained what happened to the boy but none of them had panned out. He did have to give a progress report to Jen. He didn't have enough energy to have an ulterior motive.
He took the stairs, using any excuse to get his blood following. Cynthia had already left for the evening so he stuck his head in Jen's office.
"Hi."
This was a tough day. It had turned into a tough evening and a tough night. The field agents went home first, because until the guys downstairs got further there wasn't much they could do. Ducky and Palmer were working with the remains, Clarke wasn't sure if they were still there anymore. Abby was running on CafPow, on auto pilot with the techs like mice scurrying around her, doing as she asked. Clarke had easily formulated a list of possible scenarios that could have explained what happened to the boy but none of them had panned out. He did have to give a progress report to Jen. He didn't have enough energy to have an ulterior motive.
He took the stairs, using any excuse to get his blood following. Cynthia had already left for the evening so he stuck his head in Jen's office.
"Hi."