<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Jack Harth<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>In Route to MacEwan, downtown Atro<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span>12:15 p.m.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tagged:</strong></span>Narrator/Ellen<br/><br/>"Cops are useless. Too busy writing parking tickets to do their damned jobs." he spoke, somewhat bitterly, but off to the side, not directly to Ellen. He does catch sight of the figure, but isn't entirely sure what the hell to make of it; guy in a costume? Deformity?<br/><br/>"No, whoever did it is gone..." He comments, perhaps cryptically. "What?" He looks at Ellen  when he sees the flier, and moves to take it from her, and look it over. "Hell if I know." he grumbled a bit, and moved to take the long way around the body, and continue along. "Let's go. The moment you get into the building, call the police, and tell them about this."