Annie Luis<br/>It wasn't long before a pair of vehicles arrived on the scene. One was a common utility van, that one might see belonging to any sort of company, the other a battered old truck, filled with construction materials. They were both emblazoned with the Tar Removal logo. A bit of a private joke from Taryn. She always used that logo when working on government contracts and nowhere else. Same with the plate, which could be traced to her specifically. Of course, anyone who knew anything would know what was going on, but they would also know not to mess with her while on a government job. Out of the back of the delivery van, a woman stepped out, Annie, possibly, dressed in full protective gear, including a gas mask. Ostensibly to protect against paint fumes, but mostly so that she wouldn't leave any traces on the scene. A man was sitting at the driver's seat. Another man, presumably Luis, left the truck. From the various items in the back, he pulled out a bag. He, too, was fully covered.<br/><br/>Annie immediately set upon her work carving up and then painting the stone. The symbols she used were designed to be generally evil-looking, but completely wrong. Not something an actual cultist would actually use. "Please tell Luis when you're done. And be sure that you're done when you do so," Taryn told Danielle. She never, of course, spoke to them directly when they were on the job, though she might do so through her phone. Luis waited patiently for Danielle to be ready, then carefully moved the body into the back, zipped it up and moved it to the truck, under a tarp. He then returned with a shovel and container filled with some sort of fluid. This, he poured liberally onto the surface and it made a nasty hissing sound wherever it touched blood, of which there was, of course, plenty. That done, he shovelled a heaping of sand onto the space, smearing it and scrapping it out to hide the discoloration in the concrete. Another container was fetched and poured, more sand was added, and soon, instead of a bloody body, there was what looked like an old oil stain. The shovelled sand was carefully smoothed out and the pair left, leaving no other trace of their passage.