the-evil-brotherhood

He looked at the clock on the wall, then at the tarped bodies in the morgue. February had merely asked for a female with dark hair, young around the ages of 18 to twenty five. Why she was so specific was irritating. He lifted up the plastic to inspect each Jane Doe thoroughly. He tucked the coroner's report under his arm and pulled a transportation bag from a large drawer. "Boo!" he called. "Yes, Sir?" the lumbering monster came forward. Hatman expertly tugged off the gloves. "We'll be taking this specimen." Boo nodded, then went to work putting the Jane Doe into the black plastic. They would probably need a coffin with a refrigeration uni