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So I was thinking, with all this digging, right, you're all finding diaries and pendants and shit, but d'you reckon there'd be weirder stuff there as well? I mean, a diary, yeah, that's pretty personal, but who's to say we couldn't find some medieval dildo, like. Or a Victorian blow-up doll.
[Cue leer.]
Or what if there's Aztec treasure and shit? Someone's gotta come from an Aztec world or whatever, that'd be-
Oh Jesus motherfuckin' Christ!
[Nathan turns the camera from his horrified face. The feed is a little like an amateur home movie; lots of shakycam as it pans along the shadowed alley to the cause of Nathan's startlement. it isn't easy to pick out straight away: a garbage skip, a few piles of debris that may have been shifted from the excavation, the brick wall, and then- there! A tiny, pale hand.]
Maybe it's not real. Maybe it's one of those... wax dummies, or... [He zooms in. Or, no, he must have crept closer, because his hand's in the frame, easing up the lid of the dumpster to reveal a young girl, fine-boned and brunette, still just a child. Her dress is sweet, with ruffles, the light coloring it a rusty shade. Her neck is twisted unnaturally.]
Go for a cigarette, stumble upon a fucking murder scene! [his voice is all bravado, but it trembles on one word, cracks on another, and his hands are shaking so badly the video is only a blur.] Pretty sure there's no emergency police call line here, so this'll have to do. I dunno, do you screen for dangerous words? Terrorist, bomb, moon landing was a conspiracy, blah blah blah. I reckon a cop needs to get the hell over here. The paedophilic bastard could still be near!
[Cue leer.]
Or what if there's Aztec treasure and shit? Someone's gotta come from an Aztec world or whatever, that'd be-
Oh Jesus motherfuckin' Christ!
[Nathan turns the camera from his horrified face. The feed is a little like an amateur home movie; lots of shakycam as it pans along the shadowed alley to the cause of Nathan's startlement. it isn't easy to pick out straight away: a garbage skip, a few piles of debris that may have been shifted from the excavation, the brick wall, and then- there! A tiny, pale hand.]
Maybe it's not real. Maybe it's one of those... wax dummies, or... [He zooms in. Or, no, he must have crept closer, because his hand's in the frame, easing up the lid of the dumpster to reveal a young girl, fine-boned and brunette, still just a child. Her dress is sweet, with ruffles, the light coloring it a rusty shade. Her neck is twisted unnaturally.]
Go for a cigarette, stumble upon a fucking murder scene! [his voice is all bravado, but it trembles on one word, cracks on another, and his hands are shaking so badly the video is only a blur.] Pretty sure there's no emergency police call line here, so this'll have to do. I dunno, do you screen for dangerous words? Terrorist, bomb, moon landing was a conspiracy, blah blah blah. I reckon a cop needs to get the hell over here. The paedophilic bastard could still be near!