Morgan rolled the page in between her fingers, chin leaning heavily into her other hand. It was another small notebook filled to the brim with scribbles about partially solved cases, ranging from all sorts of dates. The one currently swimming in front of her eyes was a double murder that had taken place just outside Onyxport a few years before she'd joined the Enforcers. It had gone unsolved due to the bodies being found months after death, and no one had been charged with anything. The Enforcers had tried to look into it, but no evidence was found.<i>Stab wounds, but no weapon was recovered, </i>she read, though her eyes were drifting closed with each passing scribble. She'd been assigned to organize the archives, and while they had an<i>actual </i>archivist for that duty, Morgan knew the man was off sleeping in a corner.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, the woman stood up, tossing the notebook back into a wooden crate labeled "Unsolved." She'd already read through half the loose pages and other books, but she couldn't bothered to be sitting around for much longer. She'd been here for five hours now, judging from what little she could see outside. A potential storm roiled over Onyxport, and the chances of her walking home in the rain were growing with each passing second she was stuck in here. "Lukann," she said, turning her head side to side to look for the archivist. When she didn't get a response, she put the lid back on the crate and placed it on its appropriate shelf. At least she had organized one entire line of crates.<br/><br/>"Lukann!" Morgan wandered down another long aisle, but she didn't see the man.<i>"Lukann!"</i><br/><br/>"Gods above, woman, screech louder and maybe you'll attract some banshees!" a grumbling voice answered, and a man of about thirty wandered out from the far end of the room. "What are you going on about now?"<br/><br/>"I organized the middle shelf," she said before she jerked her head toward the window. "And it might get rainy so I'm going home."<br/><br/>"Alright, alright, I suppose you've done enough for the time being. I expect the Commander to put you back down here by the end of tomorrow as well," Lukann relented, stretching straight up and placing a hand on his back. Morgan swore he was really just an old man in a young body. All he seemed to do was sleep and crack his joints.<br/><br/>"I'm sure he will. He seems intent on keeping me--"<br/><br/>"Rainlan, you down here?" Morgan turned to see one of her fellow Enforcers, Elias Vikander, walk down the stairs. "Oh, you are still here. You're needed on the streets."<br/><br/>"Why, what's happened?" Morgan was immediately moving for the door, all thoughts of unsolved cases pushed aside for something more real.<br/><br/>"They found a body down in the Night Quarter. Can't tell what's been done to it, but it looks pretty bad. They asked for you to go with me to check it out. Could be just another kid wandering the streets at a bad time, but who knows," explained Elias as Morgan threw on her Enforcer coat. It was a deep red and fell down to her ankles with its long ends. It wasn't so different from a normal trench coat, though it had metal shoulder plates melded onto it for extra protection. It was made from a heavy fabric that helped dull any close combat blows, and all Enforcers wore thick leather underneath to protect against bullets.<br/><br/>"Alright, let's go then." Lukann waved them off, and the two Enforcers climbed back up to the main floor of the headquarters. Morgan didn't spare her workplace a second glance before she and Elias were out the door. She thought about asking him for more details, but it didn't seem like he knew more than anyone else. "When was the body found?"<br/><br/>"Half hour ago. It's still pretty fresh as far as I was told, but I haven't seen it yet," he said, voice curt if only for the sake of keeping his breath to himself. Morgan fell silent, and their footsteps rattled the cobblestone and echoed off the tall buildings around them. As they grew closer to the Night Quarter, the dilapidation became a little more obvious. Not everyone in the Night Quarter was poor, but it wasn't considered a very good place to live in Onyxport at any rate.<br/><br/>"This way. Just down the alley." Elias took a sharp right and Morgan skid on one heel to catch up to him. Stone turned to damp dirt under their feet, and it only grew worse as the sky finally opened and started to rain on top of them.<br/><br/>"Just our damn luck," Morgan muttered, wrapping her coat tighter around herself. "Are we close?"<br/><br/>Just as she asked, they turned another corner and found what they were looking for. A pale form was lying twisted in the dirt, half naked and bloodied. Morgan stepped forward, crouching near the face of the corpse. She pulled her gloves off her belt and slipped them over her fingers, flexing her extremities before she tipped the face up. "Female... doesn't look too old. My age, I'd guess. No facial wounds...." She trailed off as her steely eyes searched along the dead woman's frame. There didn't appear to be any wounds at all, but that didn't explain the blood. Morgan shifted the corpse's shoulder, causing some of the hair to fall off her neck.<br/><br/>"...Bite marks. This was done by a vampire." It really was just their damn luck.