The Man for the Job

"Doc" Ratte showed up at the lock-up. "Hey Ratty. How's it goin'? Seein' any pink elephants lately." Chided the desk sergeant. "The e is silent..." said Ratte matter-of-factly. "Have it your way. They're waiting for you in lock-up." Doc said nothing and moved on.

"Hey, Ratte. Glad you're here." chimed the chief. "We've got a pretty bad one here...with some unusual company..." the chief emphasized unusual..."Joe will brief you up." Ramoos told Ratte about the case and the findings. "That's pretty fucking unbelievable..." just where the hell are these zombies?" "I'll take you to them." When they got to the holding cell, Doc stared for about 5 minutes and said, "Are you fucking kidding? The one guy is blind. You say they're alive?" "Well...technically no, the EMT's couldn't find any signs of life, except they are very animated when you contact them." "They seem pretty subdued right now." "Yeah." "Chief, what should we do with them?" Doc said, "Maybe we should let them go and follow them." "Are you out of your mind?!" the chief stated.

"Do they have id?" "No, none..." trailed off Ramoos. "Did you question them?" "Can't even get near them without a major struggle." "Hey, you assholes want to talk?" They just remained silent. "Can't get anything out of them," said Ramoos. Doc leaned over to Ramoos and whispered something. "What are you talking about?", asked the chief. "We don't have any leads, no id, and several ugly murders - not to mention extortion, resisting arrest. We have to get to the people that sent them. Lets take the one that talks in a vehicle - manacled, if necessary - and see if he can lead us somewhere. Maybe somebody will show up for them."

"Before we do that, let's talk to narcotics and see if they have any matches to their evidence. Let's see if that leads us somewhere. If not, we'll try it the hard way. Oh, and no rough stuff, Doc."