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Four Seasons Mallorca - Latest update and webinar
2024.06.07 10:13 sarahwlee Four Seasons Mallorca - Latest update and webinar
- PSA, Four Seasons Mallorca's season for 2024 is a soft opening. This means a limited room inventory so there are NO rooms/suites with sea view available this year. You are not too slow. Do not keep asking me to open up something as they want to keep it a smaller opening to make sure they can keep up service standards.
For my fear of construction since obv why not open with only seaviews right? But they've reassured me that any construction work is forbidden in Mallorca during summer season and the projects still tbd will be carried out during the seasonal closure (from 1st November, 2024 till 15th March, 2025).
- The team is a bit nutso busy with new reservations / traveling for road shows in June but we want to lock in a live webinar with a member from the Four Seasons Mallorca team on property before opening. We've never done this before for fattravel but it seems you guys are super interested in this opening so I convinced them you guys are important enough to do it for. The earliest dates to do so would be the first week of July. Ideally we'd be trying to do something morning of PST so it can be later in the day for Spain but not yet dark as we want to see how the project is going, see some rooms etc. We will also allow you guys to ask some questions and we might even have a special discount (don't get your hopes up for high season - def not happening lol) for the webinar attendees.
- For anyone already wanting to book, you can book it with Four Seasons Preferred Partner Benefits here: BOOKING LINK. Feel free to amend the dates to whatever you need.
2024.06.07 05:25 Delicious-Dare-5612 Questionable Negative Terminal
Decided to get a distribution block for my car’s battery for accessories. The negative terminal looked like this…
I used adhesive heat shrink, and used liquid electrical tape where the seams were. Had a hammer lug crimp tool and a lug kit.
Anything wrong with doing that? Should I add more protection for the insulation?
Thank you.
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I used adhesive heat shrink, and used liquid electrical tape where the seams were. Had a hammer lug crimp tool and a lug kit.
Anything wrong with doing that? Should I add more protection for the insulation?
Thank you.
2024.06.07 04:01 Litleboy98 [Xem Phim] Alient: : Romulus (2024) Full HD Online
Phim Quái Vật Không Gian Alien: Romulus là một bộ phim kinh dị khoa học viễn tưởng sắp ra mắt, đánh dấu sự trở lại của loạt phim Alien huyền thoại. Được đạo diễn bởi Fede Álvarez, người cùng viết kịch bản với Rodo Sayagues, phim có sự tham gia của Cailee Spaeny và Isabela Merced. Bộ phim được sản xuất bởi Scott Free Productions và dự kiến sẽ được phát hành vào ngày 16 tháng 8 năm 2024. Câu chuyện được đặt giữa các sự kiện của Alien 1979 và Aliens 1986, xoay quanh một nhóm người trẻ từ một thế giới xa xôi, họ phải đối mặt với hình thái sống đáng sợ nhất trong vũ trụ. Với sự quay phim chính diễn ra tại Budapest từ ngày 9 tháng 3 đến ngày 3 tháng 7 năm 2023, Alien: Romulus hứa hẹn sẽ là một tác phẩm mới nổi bật trong thể loại kinh dị khoa học viễn tưởng.
Link: https://phimiq.net/phim-le/quai-vat-khong-gian-romulus
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Link: https://phimiq.net/phim-le/quai-vat-khong-gian-romulus
2024.06.07 01:37 PeaterPorker Other than the model number and price whats the difference??
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2024.06.06 22:36 Waxenspade Thoughts on hackable deal
 | I’ve been wanting to get a hackzall for a while and saw this under the father’s day stuff. Wanted to hear people’s opinions on both tools. submitted by Waxenspade to MilwaukeeTool [link] [comments] |
2024.06.06 18:37 HeadOfSpectre Soldiers Keep Moving (Part 1)
We don’t see a lot of violence in my town. That’s not to say we don’t see any at all, it’s just rare. Things are quiet here, they always have been. Sure, sometimes there’s a little bit of drama. Drugs, domestic violence or a fender bender. But those are special cases. Most nights, the worst thing we’ll have to deal with is some drunken bar fights that get a little too out of hand, and usually with those, we can just throw the guilty parties in the drunk tank for the night to let them cool off. That generally constitutes an eventful night for us, otherwise, it’s not particularly unusual to have a quiet day without any calls. You can never fully count on things being quiet,but sometimes they just are and honestly - that suits me just fine. I like the quiet. It’s why I moved out into the middle of rural Ohio.
Once upon a time, I used to be more of a city boy. Not anymore. Now, my twenties are gone and my thirties are on their way out too. I’ve been married and widowed, I’ve served my country in the army, I’ve worked bigger cases in bigger cities and nowadays, I’m just tired. Not tired enough to just give up entirely. But tired enough that I’m content being a deputy with some small town police force. I’m comfortable here. I’m comfortable in this role. In a lot of ways, I’ve been doing it for most of my life. Life in the army and life with a badge aren’t exactly the same. But there’s a similar sense of purpose there. A sense that I’m doing something meaningful. I think that’s what I need most… something to give me a reason to get out of bed every morning. Maybe it's the soldier in me. My drill instructor back in basic training had a saying. 'Soldiers keep moving.' I guess I took that to heart. And honestly, If I wasn't doing this job, I don’t really know what else I’d do, with my time and my particular skill set. Sit at home and go crazy maybe? No thanks…
I won’t tell you the name of the town I live in. For reasons that will become clear later, it’s better if I don’t. But it’s a nice little slice of country away from the major highways. The forest is dense out here, there’s a lot of farmland, a few warehouses down by the river and that’s about it. I’ve been on this job for six years now. Can’t say they’ve been the best six years of my life but they sure as heck haven’t been the worst either.
There’s seven of us in total working at the local department. Myself, the Sheriff, a daytime and nighttime receptionist and three other deputies. This town doesn’t really need much more than that… even with the new additions.
I have noticed over the past four years or so, we’ve had more than our fair share of newcomers. Mostly folks working in some of the newer warehouses down by the river, although there’s been a good number of new businesses popping up downtown too. When I first moved here, the downtown area was all but dead with empty shops and boarded up windows. Nowadays, there’s new restaurants, a couple of new bars, even a couple of condominiums. It’s not a heck of a lot of growth, but it is growth. I’ve even been known to frequent a few of the new places. The Honey Pot and Spaniel is a decent pub with good food and good beer.
Some of the old timers don’t like the fact that things are changing, but personally I see it as a good thing. People are breathing some new life into this old town. How can’t that be a good thing? And better yet, the newcomers don’t really cause much trouble so I really have nothing to complain about. They keep the peace, just like everyone else. What more could I ask for?
Up until recently, I had my quiet. I had a purpose. And up until recently, I was as close to content as I was ever likely to get.
***
The calls came in at about 11 PM. A lotta folks had noticed one heck of a big fire burning out around Geoffery Vickers property, accompanied by a concerning amount of gunfire. Now - let me just make this clear. I’m out in rural Ohio. We’ve got folks shooting their guns off all the time on their own property, and we usually don’t have any problems with that. People are free to do as they please so long as it’s legal and not disturbing the peace.
But Vickers didn’t even look like he’d ever fired a gun, let alone owned one. He was a scrawny little thing with messy blond hair, plastic rimmed glasses and an awkward smile. He worked in the office at one of the newly built warehouses as an IT guy or something like that. I’d seen him around a few times, usually at the Honey Pot and Spaniel, grabbing a drink. But the handful of times that we’d actually spoken was when I’d taken some statements from him regarding a couple of brawls that had gotten out of hand at the Honey Pot and when I’d swung by his place while looking for a kid who’d gone ‘missing’ (missing in this context meaning ‘wandered off to go fishing without telling their Mom.’)
So while gunshots on their own might not be suspicious, gunshots at Vickers place absolutely were.
I already had a bad feeling in my gut as I drove down the road to his place, a feeling that only got worse when I saw the fire. It was hard not to see it. Even in the darkness, you could see the ominous, flickering glow from miles off.
The firefighters were in the middle of trying to put it out, but it almost looked like a losing battle. The house had been all but fully consumed by an inferno. There was no saving it. Fortunately, Vickers didn’t seem like he’d been caught in the fire.
Unfortunately, the man was still dead. I saw some of the neighbors standing close to a body laying in the grass several yards from the house as I pulled up.
I could already see another cruiser on the scene, and could make out the scrawny figure of Deputy Ethan Biggs amongst the neighbors on scene. I parked beside him and got out. I could feel the heat from the fire on my face the moment I opened the door, and quietly walked over to Biggs. He looked over at me, and beside him, I could see the naked corpse of Geoffery Vickers, lying sprawled and bloody in the grass.
“Jesus Christ…” I said under my breath, as I looked down at him.
“Yup…” Biggs replied. He was a good ten years younger than I was, and looked like a strong breeze could snap him right in two. But he had guts. I’d always liked him for that.
“I’ve seen a lotta messes in my time, but this… Christ… where do we even start?”
I looked over at the neighbors who’d come to investigate. I recognized Sidney and Loretta Mason, standing a few feet back, and old Brenda Roberts, a few feet away from them.
Biggs noticed me looking at them.
“Already talked to them… Masons didn’t see much, but Roberts did.”
“Yeah? You get her statement?” I asked, and Biggs got a bit of a peculiar look in his eye.
“Yeah… I did…” Something about his tone seemed off to me. Exasperated, might be the word I was looking for.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Not sure how much of what she said is actually gonna help us.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
Biggs just shook his head.
“I don’t even know where to start. Honestly… you should just hear it firsthand. Don’t worry. I’ve got the body covered and I’ve already called the coroner.”
I raised an eyebrow, wondering just what the hell old Mrs. Roberts had said to get that kind of reaction out of him. I looked over towards her. The old girl was wringing her hands as she stared at the fire, which was still going strong, and she tensed up a little bit as I approached.
“Evening, Brenda,” I said. “Deputy Biggs mentioned you might’ve seen something?”
“I already told him what I saw,” She said bitterly.
“I know, but now I’m asking you to tell me.”
“What? You think my story’s gonna change just because you’re asking? I saw what I saw!”
“I’m sure you did. But I need to know what you saw, if we’re going to better understand what happened to Mr. Vickers.”
Mrs. Roberts huffed.
“I already told Deputy Biggs, those men shot him.”
“Which men?” I asked.
“Didn’t get a good look at them. Just heard the gunshots while I was out on the porch. Came by to check in and make sure everything was okay… I’ll hear gunshots from the place down the road sometimes when Mr. Coleson takes his boy out shooting, but Vickers wasn’t really the sort to do something like that. Didn’t think I’d find this mess out here…”
She shook her head, and I gave her time to collect her thoughts before continuing.
“There were five… maybe six of them. Like I said, I didn’t get a good look at them. Just saw shadows by the fire. They weren’t packing peashooters, though. Those guns of theirs were automatic… and that thing they were shooting…”
She paused again.
“Thing, ma’am?” I asked.
“An animal… at least… It looked like an animal. A bear maybe, but it was bigger than any bear I’ve ever seen in this area and the silhouette wasn’t right. It looked more like a coyote. It was fast too, agile.”
“These men were attacking the animal?” I asked.
“Yeah… it kept charging at them, and they kept it surrounded and kept on shooting. Didn’t take long for it to collapse.”
“I’m sorry… they killed it?” I frowned, before looking back through Vickers yard. I would’ve thought I’d have noticed a dead bear lying out there.
Mrs. Roberts just shook her head.
“The body’s gone, idiot,” She huffed, “It’s just Vickers lying there now…”
I paused, and looked back at her.
“Excuse me?”
“Soon as the men left, I stayed in the woods and called you clowns… and when I looked back, the animal was gone and Vickers was lying there instead.”
The look on her face was dead serious, despite the absurdity of the claim she’d just made. Suddenly I understood why Biggs had wanted me to get the story directly from her. If he’d been the one to tell me this, I would’ve just told him to stop screwing around and tell me what she actually said.
“I see… Well, I’ll go and take a look at that body, then.” I said, before quietly stepping aside to return to Biggs. I just heard her scoff at me as I left and returned to Biggs, who raised a knowing eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, I see your point…” I said dryly.
“Figured you might.”
“So what actually killed him?” I asked. It was hard to see in the firelight, but Vickers did look like he’d been shot… a lot. It was hard to figure out much about the caliber from the bullet wounds, but my gut told me that Mrs. Roberts description of the killers using automatic weapons was probably true. Someone had clearly wanted this man dead.
Seemed like Biggs had already reached the same conclusion too.
“Found some 5.56 casings in the grass,” He said. “If nothing else, Mrs. Roberts wasn’t making up the part about the automatic rifles. Masons described the gunfire as sounding similar too.”
“Right… so, we get Mrs. Roberts back to the station. Pick apart her story some more,” I said. “Then once that fire is out, maybe we’ll find something at the house.”
“Maybe,” Biggs said. “Odds are that this fire ain’t an accident… this feels…” He paused.
“It feels like a hit,” I finished.
“Yeah… yeah, that’s it… You ever dealt with anything like this before?”
I stood up.
“I’ve dealt with small time gang violence… drive by shootings. Stuff like that. Something this extreme though?”
I looked back at the burning house. The firefighters had finally started to get the inferno under control.
“No. I’ve never actually seen anything quite like this before. This is something brand new.”
I could see the coroner's car getting closer and saw Dr. Miller getting out. He took one look at the fire and I saw his expression darken, with a quiet knowing.
“Let’s photograph the scene and let the coroner take a look. Maybe he can fill in some gaps.”
Biggs nodded, and we got to work.
We were up for most of the night. Getting everything we could from the crime scene. Collecting every spent bullet casing, going over both Mrs. Roberts and the Masons' statements with them down at the station, and looking for any other sign of who might have been behind this attack.
One of the small drawbacks to being a small town cop is that there’s not really other departments to handle other aspects of the job. When I worked in the city, there were. Everyone specialized in something. Property crimes, traffic, drugs, sex crimes, homicide, you name it. Small towns don’t have that. We do everything, which means that usually, if there’s a case in town, it’s mine from start to finish.
The one exception to that, is a homicide investigation. Those typically require a heck of a lot more manpower than a small department like ours has.
Still, we tried to collect whatever evidence we could find for whoever the State Police sent out to investigate this.
When the fire was out, we combed through the ruins, Biggs and I went over Vickers property with a fine tooth comb… although there wasn’t all that much to find beyond the body and the casings. This job had been clean. It’d been quick and it’d been brutal. This felt almost military.
Piecing together exactly what happened wasn’t technically my job here, but I still couldn’t help but put the pieces together. The assailants had likely firebombed Vickers house to draw him out. Then, when the poor SOB had his house to safety, they’d gunned him down in cold blood. Why? Who could say… Vickers didn’t seem like the kind of man to make enemies. But, I guess I never truly knew the man either and I can’t imagine that anybody dies that bloody without any skeletons in their closet.
***
Dr. Miller called us into his office around 1PM the next day.
Biggs and I arrived a little early, and found ourselves waiting for him in his office. Dr. Miller's office was a bit of a mess, but dripping with personality. Drawings from his kids decorated one wall, alongside a couple of medals, identifying him as a fellow veteran. Above those drawings hung a simple crucifix. A declaration of faith, despite his morbid profession.
About five minutes after we’d come in and sat down, Dr. Miller himself walked in to join us. He was a somewhat heavyset man with a usually cheerful demeanor. He and I usually didn’t have much of an opportunity to interact. Mostly, I only ever saw him when one of the old timers passed, or when some idiot got themselves killed trying to win a Darwin Award.
When he came through the door though, he looked a lot more dour than usual. I could hardly blame him, given what he’d likely just seen.
“Suppose it’s a little late to ask if he’ll live, huh doc?” Biggs asked.
Dr. Miller looked unimpressed with his attempt at a joke, and Biggs just murmured a quiet
“Right… sorry…”
“It’s a hell of an interesting case you’ve dropped in my lap, boys,” He said. “Haven’t seen wounds like these since my army days. I don’t suppose I need to tell you the obvious. We all know how he died and there’s nothing in the autopsy that suggests otherwise. That’s not why I called you two here.”
“Then what is?” I asked.
“There’s something else about the body I think you two should see.”
Dr. Miller gestured for us to follow him, and led us out to where Vickers body sat on the autopsy table. He’d been cut open, and I noticed Biggs flinching at the sight of him.
“Jesus…” He murmured.
Dr. Miller barely even noticed. He just stood over the body.
“I’ve noticed a number of unusual attributes with Mr. Vickers body. Things that don’t make sense. Take a look at this, for example…”
He gestured to some strange marks on Vickers ribcage.
“Healed fractures… but look at them… they’re consistent. All along his ribs.”
He traced one gloved finger along a bit of exposed rib, and I could see them. Discolorations in the bone in a spiral pattern along his ribs. It almost looked like they’d come apart like that before.
“Okay, what exactly does that mean?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s almost like… like his bones were breaking regularly and reforming, but that shouldn’t be possible.”
“It isn’t,” Biggs said. “Has to be something else. Maybe he had some sort of medical condition?”
“That’s what I thought too… but I’ve gone through Vickers medical history. There’s nothing in there that explains this. Nothing! This right here? This makes no sense to me. I mean… I’ve never heard of anything that does this to a person's skeleton. I’ve done some x-rays… it’s not just his ribs. It’s everything. He has evidence of these fractures on every bone in his body. It’s like… it’s like he regularly just… reshaped his skeleton.”
Biggs and I just stared at him, uneasy.
“Reshaped his skeleton?” I repeated.
“I don’t have a better way to describe it. But in order to have fractures like that, his bones would have needed to basically be coming apart, regularly.”
Biggs frowned, staring down at the body. I saw his brow furrow. I could almost see the gears in his head turning.
“Let’s say… let’s say his bones were doing that…” He said, after a few moments. “What would that even look like? What would he look like, if that’s what was happening?”
“I can’t even begin to speculate,” Dr. Miller said with a sigh.
“Were there any other irregularities on his body?” Biggs asked.
“Countless, actually. His lungs and heart have similar scar tissue, although it’s not as prominent. I’ve noticed some in his muscles as well, although nothing on his skin, oddly enough. His skin is just about the only part of him that isn’t heavily scarred… save for the bullet wounds, I suppose.”
Biggs nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ve made a few calls, sent some photos of the X-rays to some colleagues… but I’m not expecting much back. I’ll keep digging into his medical history, looking for an answer. But no promises.”
“Well, thanks anyways. You’ll keep us informed on what else you find, Dr. Miller, right?” I asked.
“The moment I learn something new, you’ll be the first one I call,” He said, before pausing. “I have to ask… off the record. I don’t imagine you boys have figured out why he was killed yet, did you?”
“That’s a question for the State Police to answer,” I said.
“Right… well, I can only really speculate based on what I can see here, but with scarring this unnatural, I’d be inclined to wonder if there was some kind of connection.”
“Connection, Dr. Miller?” I asked.
“I was an army doc, Deputy Sawyer. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen what 5.56 hollow point rounds can do to a body. I’ve also lived in this town long enough to know that nobody here is packing that kind of firepower. Like I said, this is off the record… but whoever killed Vickers probably wasn’t local. I don’t know what kind of life he lived before all this, but I can’t imagine there’s no connection between his scarring and his manner of death.” Dr. Miller shrugged. “Just food for thought.”
As Biggs and I left the morgue, I noticed a somewhat pensive look on his face. Somehow, I already knew what he was probably thinking.
“No.” I said, as bluntly as I could.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Biggs asked.
“I mean, ‘no.’ I know what you’re thinking and it’s stupid.”
“Rick… if all the evidence is pointing in this one direction, maybe we’ve gotta open ourselves up to the possibility…”
“I would, if the possibility wasn’t ridiculous,” I replied.
“Mrs. Roberts said she saw a large animal in Vickers yard. An animal that our gunmen shot and killed. Only when she looked at the body, it wasn’t an animal, it was Vickers. Now I know the old lady is a little out of it, but she’s not completely insane. You and I both talked to her. We both grilled her. Her story didn’t change! And now this?”
“It’s scar tissue,” I said. “It doesn’t prove anything.”
“Old fractures on his bones that Dr. Miller can’t explain!”
“Dr. Miller is a small town coroner, Biggs! I like the man, honest to God I do! He’s a good man! But he’s not exactly a leading medical authority!”
“Well he knows a hell of a lot more about this stuff than you or I do. I know this sounds impossible, Rick. I know it does. But, when are we just gonna up and say it?”
“Because it is impossible!”
“Then explain to me why it’s looking more and more like Geoffery Vickers was a fucking werewolf!”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“Go on,” Biggs snapped. “Make this all make sense, Rick! Give me some other logical answer! Please! Because I don’t want to tell the state troopers that we’re investigating the murder of Lon Cheney Jr. over here any more than you do!”
“Let’s just… let’s calm down,” I said. “I get it… right now, none of this makes a whole lot of sense. But let’s not start going off half cocked and jumping to conclusions! Okay? This ain’t really even our case to solve! Homicides go to the State Police. And when they come to take this case off our hands, we’re just gonna give them the facts that we have, okay? We’re gonna give them the testimony, we’re gonna give them Dr. Miller's findings, we’re gonna go: ‘Ha. Ha. This one’s weird, isn’t it?’ Then we’re gonna let them get to the bottom of this and when they do, there’s gonna be an explanation that’s a whole hell of a lot more logical than ‘werewolves.’ Okay? You got that?”
Biggs paused for a moment, before he nodded. He still had a look on his face that was hard to describe. How exactly does one explain the: ‘I’m not willing to let go of my werewolf theory just yet’ look?
“It’s been a long day, Biggs,” I sighed. "Your shifts almost over, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… it is…”
“Why don’t you go home and get some rest? I’ll keep an eye on things, okay?”
He nodded, and sighed.
“Yeah… haven’t slept since way before we got the Vickers call.”
“Exactly. So go and rest.”
“What about you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I haven’t been on shift as long. I can hold out a few more hours with some coffee in me. Don’t worry.”
Biggs nodded again, and after a moment, he patted me on the shoulder.
“Alright. You’ll call me if anything comes up?”
“Naturally. Now go home and sleep.”
He turned and walked back to his cruiser, and I could see the tension in his shoulders as he did. The man looked beyond exhausted. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I was dead tired too.
***
After the mess that was the Vickers case, I was at least expecting the rest of the day to go by quietly.
For the most part, it did. I spent the rest of my shift compiling a full report for whoever the State Police sent to look into Vicker’s death. Then when 5 PM rolled around, I was just about ready to finally call it a day.
While technically, I’d only really been on shift since around 7 that morning, the Vickers call had taken priority, so really I’d been working since 11 last night. My head was throbbing and I desperately needed some sleep. All I could think about was going home, crashing into my bed and passing out. All I needed to do was finish up a bit of filing… and then the second call came in.
Gunshots on the south side of town.
Automatic rifles… just like with the Vickers case.
Sleep was going to need to wait. This came first.
I was out in my cruiser the moment we got the call, speeding towards the address the callers had given us. I didn’t know the residents of that house well. We’d never formally been introduced. I knew they were fairly new in town, though. That house had only been built about a year ago and they’d bought it before it had even finished being built.
Unlike with Vickers, this house hadn’t been burned.
Actually, I’d say things looked almost deceptively peaceful, as I drove up the gravel driveway. A quaint rustic mailbox identifying the family that owned the place as: ‘The Russell’s’ sat at the spot where the driveway met the road, and as my cruiser rolled toward the house. I didn’t see any signs of life as I parked my cruiser and got out. Slowly, I drew my pistol and watched the house carefully. There were lights on inside and the door was slightly ajar.
I checked my cruiser radio.
“Dispatch, how long until backup?”
“Deputy Lopez is twenty minutes out, Sawyer. We’ve also gotten Biggs and Sheriff Smith. No ETA on them yet.”
Twenty minutes… not ideal.
If there were people wounded in there, they’d be dead in twenty minutes.
I swore under my breath.
“I’m going inside to have a look around. No sign of suspects on premises,” I said.
I didn’t wait for dispatch to reply before I started towards the door. I moved slowly. Uneasily. I kept my gun raised as I reached the front door and pushed it open.
I was greeted by a house that looked like it’d been turned upside down and shaken.
There’d been a fight in here.
There’d been one hell of a fight.
I crept into the foyer, gun raised as I listened for any signs of life.
Nothing.
I noticed bloodstains on the ground, leading into the kitchen and followed them, hesitating before I passed through the doorway.
“Hello?” I called, “This is Deputy Rick Sawyer!”
No answer. The mess in the kitchen was even worse. There’d clearly been some kind of fight. There was a large pool of blood forming from behind the counter, and ran to investigate.
Slumped on the kitchen floor was the body of a man. He seemed to be in his forties with pale skin and graying hair. He was dressed in a suit, and appeared to have been shot several times. I still checked his pulse, hoping that there was a chance he might still be alive, but I found nothing.
Another victim.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed empty bullet casings on the ground and reached out to pick one up.
5.56, hollow point. Just like the ones at Vickers place.
I looked behind me and stood up, reaching for my radio.
“Dispatch, we have one body on the scene. Male, early to mid forties.”
I heard a creak behind me and turned around, raising my gun. I could see a door leading to the basement that looked like it’d been splintered. There was a lot of blood on the floor nearby… blood that was awfully far away from the body of the man I’d found.
“Hello?” I called again, and took a few tentative steps toward the basement door.
I was able to just step over the splintered wreckage, and look down the stairs of the basement. I could see some blood on the stairs, but not much.
“Hello?”
I started to descend, only to pause when I heard movement. The basement was unfinished, but there was a light on in some other room and I saw a shadow moving past that light.
“I’m with the local police! It’s Deputy Rick Sawyer!” I called.
No response.
I took a moment, weighing my options. Going down alone was reckless. Someone was clearly down here… a survivor, maybe? They could’ve been hurt…
Waiting for backup might not be the right call. My gut told me that whoever the gunmen were, they were gone now. Odds are, they weren’t going to hang around in a basement waiting for the cops to show up.
I took another step down the stairs.
“I’m coming down,” I warned as I made my way onto the cold concrete floor.
I heard movement. Footsteps, and followed the sound. I entered the next room just in time to see a dark haired woman fleeing through another door.
“Wait!” I called, trying to go after her.
Whoever she was, she didn’t make it far, cornering herself in the next room and turning back to me with a look of panic. I could hear her frantic breathing, see the terror in her eyes… and see the still wet blood running from her mouth, down her dress.
“N-no…” She sobbed, “NO, GET AWAY!”
“Ma’am… I’m here to help…” I tried to say, although she spotted an opening to my left, and made a mad dash for it.
I grabbed her, trying to stop her from fleeing. And I think that was the biggest mistake I could have made.
What happened next… What happened next is on me. I’m not going to pretend that it wasn’t. I should’ve handled things differently, I should’ve realized that what I was doing was a mistake. But in the heat of the moment, I didn’t think. I thought that woman was injured. I knew she was scared. But I grabbed her anyway… and in doing so, ruined everything.
She screamed in panic, fighting against me at first. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked. With the way she fought, I was almost sure that she was going to break my arms, but I held her tight, trying in vain to calm her down. As soon as it became clear to her that she wasn’t going to break out of my grasp… she turned on me.
I only caught a glimpse of her fangs as she opened her mouth, but that momentary glimpse was all I needed. It was like the few seconds you experience right before a near car accident, where everything seems to happen so fast and so slow at the same time. When she opened her mouth, I could see that her teeth weren’t normal. Her canines seemed longer… more prominent. I could see an animalistic bloodlust in her eyes.
And that’s when I realized that the blood on her dress wasn’t hers.
It belonged to the last idiot who’d tried to grab her.
She lunged for me, sinking her fangs into my throat. I cried out in pain as she forced me to the ground. The bite radiated a white hot pain that was hard to describe. I could feel my blood gushing into her mouth as she slammed me to the ground.
For a moment… I felt her hesitate. Saw her swallow the blood in her mouth. For a moment, I saw a flicker in her eyes. A silent question as to whether she wanted more or not. But instead, she pulled back and using her unusual strength, ripped the gun from my hands. I tried to speak. Tried to cry out to her, but she was already running again. I pressed a hand to the wound in my neck and tried to stand, only for my legs to buckle under me.
She was gone.
I could hear her running up the stairs… heard her feet pounding on the floor above me as she tried to make a break for freedom.
Then I heard the gunshot. It came so suddenly, echoing through the house. The final thud of a body collapsing to the ground came almost instantly afterward.
It was Lopez who’d shot her.
Lopez who found me down in that basement, bleeding and struggling to stand.
He told me that he’d seen the bloody woman come running out of the kitchen, he’d seen the gun in her hand and he’d reacted, thinking it was life or death. She’d gone down in one shot… and that had been it.
We later identified her as Patricia Russell, the wife of the dead man in the kitchen, Hank Russell. And if she was Patricia Russell… that meant that we’d just killed our only witness.
A witness… who’d just bit my neck like a vampire.
A witness who’d had fangs like a vampire.
I didn’t want to believe that… the idea just seemed completely impossible. I wanted to believe that there was a more logical explanation to this! There had to be! The more sensible side of my brain knew that! But the more sensible side of my brain couldn’t explain what I’d just seen and it couldn’t explain the state of Vickers body either.
Biggs' words echoed through my mind.
‘If all the evidence is pointing in this one direction, maybe we’ve gotta open ourselves up to the possibility…’
I didn’t want to open myself up to the possibility! I wanted there to be another answer! Hell, there probably was another answer! There had to be! But there’s only so much evidence a man can ignore before he has to at least admit that sometimes, impossible things just might be true.
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Once upon a time, I used to be more of a city boy. Not anymore. Now, my twenties are gone and my thirties are on their way out too. I’ve been married and widowed, I’ve served my country in the army, I’ve worked bigger cases in bigger cities and nowadays, I’m just tired. Not tired enough to just give up entirely. But tired enough that I’m content being a deputy with some small town police force. I’m comfortable here. I’m comfortable in this role. In a lot of ways, I’ve been doing it for most of my life. Life in the army and life with a badge aren’t exactly the same. But there’s a similar sense of purpose there. A sense that I’m doing something meaningful. I think that’s what I need most… something to give me a reason to get out of bed every morning. Maybe it's the soldier in me. My drill instructor back in basic training had a saying. 'Soldiers keep moving.' I guess I took that to heart. And honestly, If I wasn't doing this job, I don’t really know what else I’d do, with my time and my particular skill set. Sit at home and go crazy maybe? No thanks…
I won’t tell you the name of the town I live in. For reasons that will become clear later, it’s better if I don’t. But it’s a nice little slice of country away from the major highways. The forest is dense out here, there’s a lot of farmland, a few warehouses down by the river and that’s about it. I’ve been on this job for six years now. Can’t say they’ve been the best six years of my life but they sure as heck haven’t been the worst either.
There’s seven of us in total working at the local department. Myself, the Sheriff, a daytime and nighttime receptionist and three other deputies. This town doesn’t really need much more than that… even with the new additions.
I have noticed over the past four years or so, we’ve had more than our fair share of newcomers. Mostly folks working in some of the newer warehouses down by the river, although there’s been a good number of new businesses popping up downtown too. When I first moved here, the downtown area was all but dead with empty shops and boarded up windows. Nowadays, there’s new restaurants, a couple of new bars, even a couple of condominiums. It’s not a heck of a lot of growth, but it is growth. I’ve even been known to frequent a few of the new places. The Honey Pot and Spaniel is a decent pub with good food and good beer.
Some of the old timers don’t like the fact that things are changing, but personally I see it as a good thing. People are breathing some new life into this old town. How can’t that be a good thing? And better yet, the newcomers don’t really cause much trouble so I really have nothing to complain about. They keep the peace, just like everyone else. What more could I ask for?
Up until recently, I had my quiet. I had a purpose. And up until recently, I was as close to content as I was ever likely to get.
***
The calls came in at about 11 PM. A lotta folks had noticed one heck of a big fire burning out around Geoffery Vickers property, accompanied by a concerning amount of gunfire. Now - let me just make this clear. I’m out in rural Ohio. We’ve got folks shooting their guns off all the time on their own property, and we usually don’t have any problems with that. People are free to do as they please so long as it’s legal and not disturbing the peace.
But Vickers didn’t even look like he’d ever fired a gun, let alone owned one. He was a scrawny little thing with messy blond hair, plastic rimmed glasses and an awkward smile. He worked in the office at one of the newly built warehouses as an IT guy or something like that. I’d seen him around a few times, usually at the Honey Pot and Spaniel, grabbing a drink. But the handful of times that we’d actually spoken was when I’d taken some statements from him regarding a couple of brawls that had gotten out of hand at the Honey Pot and when I’d swung by his place while looking for a kid who’d gone ‘missing’ (missing in this context meaning ‘wandered off to go fishing without telling their Mom.’)
So while gunshots on their own might not be suspicious, gunshots at Vickers place absolutely were.
I already had a bad feeling in my gut as I drove down the road to his place, a feeling that only got worse when I saw the fire. It was hard not to see it. Even in the darkness, you could see the ominous, flickering glow from miles off.
The firefighters were in the middle of trying to put it out, but it almost looked like a losing battle. The house had been all but fully consumed by an inferno. There was no saving it. Fortunately, Vickers didn’t seem like he’d been caught in the fire.
Unfortunately, the man was still dead. I saw some of the neighbors standing close to a body laying in the grass several yards from the house as I pulled up.
I could already see another cruiser on the scene, and could make out the scrawny figure of Deputy Ethan Biggs amongst the neighbors on scene. I parked beside him and got out. I could feel the heat from the fire on my face the moment I opened the door, and quietly walked over to Biggs. He looked over at me, and beside him, I could see the naked corpse of Geoffery Vickers, lying sprawled and bloody in the grass.
“Jesus Christ…” I said under my breath, as I looked down at him.
“Yup…” Biggs replied. He was a good ten years younger than I was, and looked like a strong breeze could snap him right in two. But he had guts. I’d always liked him for that.
“I’ve seen a lotta messes in my time, but this… Christ… where do we even start?”
I looked over at the neighbors who’d come to investigate. I recognized Sidney and Loretta Mason, standing a few feet back, and old Brenda Roberts, a few feet away from them.
Biggs noticed me looking at them.
“Already talked to them… Masons didn’t see much, but Roberts did.”
“Yeah? You get her statement?” I asked, and Biggs got a bit of a peculiar look in his eye.
“Yeah… I did…” Something about his tone seemed off to me. Exasperated, might be the word I was looking for.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Not sure how much of what she said is actually gonna help us.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
Biggs just shook his head.
“I don’t even know where to start. Honestly… you should just hear it firsthand. Don’t worry. I’ve got the body covered and I’ve already called the coroner.”
I raised an eyebrow, wondering just what the hell old Mrs. Roberts had said to get that kind of reaction out of him. I looked over towards her. The old girl was wringing her hands as she stared at the fire, which was still going strong, and she tensed up a little bit as I approached.
“Evening, Brenda,” I said. “Deputy Biggs mentioned you might’ve seen something?”
“I already told him what I saw,” She said bitterly.
“I know, but now I’m asking you to tell me.”
“What? You think my story’s gonna change just because you’re asking? I saw what I saw!”
“I’m sure you did. But I need to know what you saw, if we’re going to better understand what happened to Mr. Vickers.”
Mrs. Roberts huffed.
“I already told Deputy Biggs, those men shot him.”
“Which men?” I asked.
“Didn’t get a good look at them. Just heard the gunshots while I was out on the porch. Came by to check in and make sure everything was okay… I’ll hear gunshots from the place down the road sometimes when Mr. Coleson takes his boy out shooting, but Vickers wasn’t really the sort to do something like that. Didn’t think I’d find this mess out here…”
She shook her head, and I gave her time to collect her thoughts before continuing.
“There were five… maybe six of them. Like I said, I didn’t get a good look at them. Just saw shadows by the fire. They weren’t packing peashooters, though. Those guns of theirs were automatic… and that thing they were shooting…”
She paused again.
“Thing, ma’am?” I asked.
“An animal… at least… It looked like an animal. A bear maybe, but it was bigger than any bear I’ve ever seen in this area and the silhouette wasn’t right. It looked more like a coyote. It was fast too, agile.”
“These men were attacking the animal?” I asked.
“Yeah… it kept charging at them, and they kept it surrounded and kept on shooting. Didn’t take long for it to collapse.”
“I’m sorry… they killed it?” I frowned, before looking back through Vickers yard. I would’ve thought I’d have noticed a dead bear lying out there.
Mrs. Roberts just shook her head.
“The body’s gone, idiot,” She huffed, “It’s just Vickers lying there now…”
I paused, and looked back at her.
“Excuse me?”
“Soon as the men left, I stayed in the woods and called you clowns… and when I looked back, the animal was gone and Vickers was lying there instead.”
The look on her face was dead serious, despite the absurdity of the claim she’d just made. Suddenly I understood why Biggs had wanted me to get the story directly from her. If he’d been the one to tell me this, I would’ve just told him to stop screwing around and tell me what she actually said.
“I see… Well, I’ll go and take a look at that body, then.” I said, before quietly stepping aside to return to Biggs. I just heard her scoff at me as I left and returned to Biggs, who raised a knowing eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, I see your point…” I said dryly.
“Figured you might.”
“So what actually killed him?” I asked. It was hard to see in the firelight, but Vickers did look like he’d been shot… a lot. It was hard to figure out much about the caliber from the bullet wounds, but my gut told me that Mrs. Roberts description of the killers using automatic weapons was probably true. Someone had clearly wanted this man dead.
Seemed like Biggs had already reached the same conclusion too.
“Found some 5.56 casings in the grass,” He said. “If nothing else, Mrs. Roberts wasn’t making up the part about the automatic rifles. Masons described the gunfire as sounding similar too.”
“Right… so, we get Mrs. Roberts back to the station. Pick apart her story some more,” I said. “Then once that fire is out, maybe we’ll find something at the house.”
“Maybe,” Biggs said. “Odds are that this fire ain’t an accident… this feels…” He paused.
“It feels like a hit,” I finished.
“Yeah… yeah, that’s it… You ever dealt with anything like this before?”
I stood up.
“I’ve dealt with small time gang violence… drive by shootings. Stuff like that. Something this extreme though?”
I looked back at the burning house. The firefighters had finally started to get the inferno under control.
“No. I’ve never actually seen anything quite like this before. This is something brand new.”
I could see the coroner's car getting closer and saw Dr. Miller getting out. He took one look at the fire and I saw his expression darken, with a quiet knowing.
“Let’s photograph the scene and let the coroner take a look. Maybe he can fill in some gaps.”
Biggs nodded, and we got to work.
We were up for most of the night. Getting everything we could from the crime scene. Collecting every spent bullet casing, going over both Mrs. Roberts and the Masons' statements with them down at the station, and looking for any other sign of who might have been behind this attack.
One of the small drawbacks to being a small town cop is that there’s not really other departments to handle other aspects of the job. When I worked in the city, there were. Everyone specialized in something. Property crimes, traffic, drugs, sex crimes, homicide, you name it. Small towns don’t have that. We do everything, which means that usually, if there’s a case in town, it’s mine from start to finish.
The one exception to that, is a homicide investigation. Those typically require a heck of a lot more manpower than a small department like ours has.
Still, we tried to collect whatever evidence we could find for whoever the State Police sent out to investigate this.
When the fire was out, we combed through the ruins, Biggs and I went over Vickers property with a fine tooth comb… although there wasn’t all that much to find beyond the body and the casings. This job had been clean. It’d been quick and it’d been brutal. This felt almost military.
Piecing together exactly what happened wasn’t technically my job here, but I still couldn’t help but put the pieces together. The assailants had likely firebombed Vickers house to draw him out. Then, when the poor SOB had his house to safety, they’d gunned him down in cold blood. Why? Who could say… Vickers didn’t seem like the kind of man to make enemies. But, I guess I never truly knew the man either and I can’t imagine that anybody dies that bloody without any skeletons in their closet.
***
Dr. Miller called us into his office around 1PM the next day.
Biggs and I arrived a little early, and found ourselves waiting for him in his office. Dr. Miller's office was a bit of a mess, but dripping with personality. Drawings from his kids decorated one wall, alongside a couple of medals, identifying him as a fellow veteran. Above those drawings hung a simple crucifix. A declaration of faith, despite his morbid profession.
About five minutes after we’d come in and sat down, Dr. Miller himself walked in to join us. He was a somewhat heavyset man with a usually cheerful demeanor. He and I usually didn’t have much of an opportunity to interact. Mostly, I only ever saw him when one of the old timers passed, or when some idiot got themselves killed trying to win a Darwin Award.
When he came through the door though, he looked a lot more dour than usual. I could hardly blame him, given what he’d likely just seen.
“Suppose it’s a little late to ask if he’ll live, huh doc?” Biggs asked.
Dr. Miller looked unimpressed with his attempt at a joke, and Biggs just murmured a quiet
“Right… sorry…”
“It’s a hell of an interesting case you’ve dropped in my lap, boys,” He said. “Haven’t seen wounds like these since my army days. I don’t suppose I need to tell you the obvious. We all know how he died and there’s nothing in the autopsy that suggests otherwise. That’s not why I called you two here.”
“Then what is?” I asked.
“There’s something else about the body I think you two should see.”
Dr. Miller gestured for us to follow him, and led us out to where Vickers body sat on the autopsy table. He’d been cut open, and I noticed Biggs flinching at the sight of him.
“Jesus…” He murmured.
Dr. Miller barely even noticed. He just stood over the body.
“I’ve noticed a number of unusual attributes with Mr. Vickers body. Things that don’t make sense. Take a look at this, for example…”
He gestured to some strange marks on Vickers ribcage.
“Healed fractures… but look at them… they’re consistent. All along his ribs.”
He traced one gloved finger along a bit of exposed rib, and I could see them. Discolorations in the bone in a spiral pattern along his ribs. It almost looked like they’d come apart like that before.
“Okay, what exactly does that mean?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s almost like… like his bones were breaking regularly and reforming, but that shouldn’t be possible.”
“It isn’t,” Biggs said. “Has to be something else. Maybe he had some sort of medical condition?”
“That’s what I thought too… but I’ve gone through Vickers medical history. There’s nothing in there that explains this. Nothing! This right here? This makes no sense to me. I mean… I’ve never heard of anything that does this to a person's skeleton. I’ve done some x-rays… it’s not just his ribs. It’s everything. He has evidence of these fractures on every bone in his body. It’s like… it’s like he regularly just… reshaped his skeleton.”
Biggs and I just stared at him, uneasy.
“Reshaped his skeleton?” I repeated.
“I don’t have a better way to describe it. But in order to have fractures like that, his bones would have needed to basically be coming apart, regularly.”
Biggs frowned, staring down at the body. I saw his brow furrow. I could almost see the gears in his head turning.
“Let’s say… let’s say his bones were doing that…” He said, after a few moments. “What would that even look like? What would he look like, if that’s what was happening?”
“I can’t even begin to speculate,” Dr. Miller said with a sigh.
“Were there any other irregularities on his body?” Biggs asked.
“Countless, actually. His lungs and heart have similar scar tissue, although it’s not as prominent. I’ve noticed some in his muscles as well, although nothing on his skin, oddly enough. His skin is just about the only part of him that isn’t heavily scarred… save for the bullet wounds, I suppose.”
Biggs nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ve made a few calls, sent some photos of the X-rays to some colleagues… but I’m not expecting much back. I’ll keep digging into his medical history, looking for an answer. But no promises.”
“Well, thanks anyways. You’ll keep us informed on what else you find, Dr. Miller, right?” I asked.
“The moment I learn something new, you’ll be the first one I call,” He said, before pausing. “I have to ask… off the record. I don’t imagine you boys have figured out why he was killed yet, did you?”
“That’s a question for the State Police to answer,” I said.
“Right… well, I can only really speculate based on what I can see here, but with scarring this unnatural, I’d be inclined to wonder if there was some kind of connection.”
“Connection, Dr. Miller?” I asked.
“I was an army doc, Deputy Sawyer. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen what 5.56 hollow point rounds can do to a body. I’ve also lived in this town long enough to know that nobody here is packing that kind of firepower. Like I said, this is off the record… but whoever killed Vickers probably wasn’t local. I don’t know what kind of life he lived before all this, but I can’t imagine there’s no connection between his scarring and his manner of death.” Dr. Miller shrugged. “Just food for thought.”
As Biggs and I left the morgue, I noticed a somewhat pensive look on his face. Somehow, I already knew what he was probably thinking.
“No.” I said, as bluntly as I could.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Biggs asked.
“I mean, ‘no.’ I know what you’re thinking and it’s stupid.”
“Rick… if all the evidence is pointing in this one direction, maybe we’ve gotta open ourselves up to the possibility…”
“I would, if the possibility wasn’t ridiculous,” I replied.
“Mrs. Roberts said she saw a large animal in Vickers yard. An animal that our gunmen shot and killed. Only when she looked at the body, it wasn’t an animal, it was Vickers. Now I know the old lady is a little out of it, but she’s not completely insane. You and I both talked to her. We both grilled her. Her story didn’t change! And now this?”
“It’s scar tissue,” I said. “It doesn’t prove anything.”
“Old fractures on his bones that Dr. Miller can’t explain!”
“Dr. Miller is a small town coroner, Biggs! I like the man, honest to God I do! He’s a good man! But he’s not exactly a leading medical authority!”
“Well he knows a hell of a lot more about this stuff than you or I do. I know this sounds impossible, Rick. I know it does. But, when are we just gonna up and say it?”
“Because it is impossible!”
“Then explain to me why it’s looking more and more like Geoffery Vickers was a fucking werewolf!”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“Go on,” Biggs snapped. “Make this all make sense, Rick! Give me some other logical answer! Please! Because I don’t want to tell the state troopers that we’re investigating the murder of Lon Cheney Jr. over here any more than you do!”
“Let’s just… let’s calm down,” I said. “I get it… right now, none of this makes a whole lot of sense. But let’s not start going off half cocked and jumping to conclusions! Okay? This ain’t really even our case to solve! Homicides go to the State Police. And when they come to take this case off our hands, we’re just gonna give them the facts that we have, okay? We’re gonna give them the testimony, we’re gonna give them Dr. Miller's findings, we’re gonna go: ‘Ha. Ha. This one’s weird, isn’t it?’ Then we’re gonna let them get to the bottom of this and when they do, there’s gonna be an explanation that’s a whole hell of a lot more logical than ‘werewolves.’ Okay? You got that?”
Biggs paused for a moment, before he nodded. He still had a look on his face that was hard to describe. How exactly does one explain the: ‘I’m not willing to let go of my werewolf theory just yet’ look?
“It’s been a long day, Biggs,” I sighed. "Your shifts almost over, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… it is…”
“Why don’t you go home and get some rest? I’ll keep an eye on things, okay?”
He nodded, and sighed.
“Yeah… haven’t slept since way before we got the Vickers call.”
“Exactly. So go and rest.”
“What about you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I haven’t been on shift as long. I can hold out a few more hours with some coffee in me. Don’t worry.”
Biggs nodded again, and after a moment, he patted me on the shoulder.
“Alright. You’ll call me if anything comes up?”
“Naturally. Now go home and sleep.”
He turned and walked back to his cruiser, and I could see the tension in his shoulders as he did. The man looked beyond exhausted. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I was dead tired too.
***
After the mess that was the Vickers case, I was at least expecting the rest of the day to go by quietly.
For the most part, it did. I spent the rest of my shift compiling a full report for whoever the State Police sent to look into Vicker’s death. Then when 5 PM rolled around, I was just about ready to finally call it a day.
While technically, I’d only really been on shift since around 7 that morning, the Vickers call had taken priority, so really I’d been working since 11 last night. My head was throbbing and I desperately needed some sleep. All I could think about was going home, crashing into my bed and passing out. All I needed to do was finish up a bit of filing… and then the second call came in.
Gunshots on the south side of town.
Automatic rifles… just like with the Vickers case.
Sleep was going to need to wait. This came first.
I was out in my cruiser the moment we got the call, speeding towards the address the callers had given us. I didn’t know the residents of that house well. We’d never formally been introduced. I knew they were fairly new in town, though. That house had only been built about a year ago and they’d bought it before it had even finished being built.
Unlike with Vickers, this house hadn’t been burned.
Actually, I’d say things looked almost deceptively peaceful, as I drove up the gravel driveway. A quaint rustic mailbox identifying the family that owned the place as: ‘The Russell’s’ sat at the spot where the driveway met the road, and as my cruiser rolled toward the house. I didn’t see any signs of life as I parked my cruiser and got out. Slowly, I drew my pistol and watched the house carefully. There were lights on inside and the door was slightly ajar.
I checked my cruiser radio.
“Dispatch, how long until backup?”
“Deputy Lopez is twenty minutes out, Sawyer. We’ve also gotten Biggs and Sheriff Smith. No ETA on them yet.”
Twenty minutes… not ideal.
If there were people wounded in there, they’d be dead in twenty minutes.
I swore under my breath.
“I’m going inside to have a look around. No sign of suspects on premises,” I said.
I didn’t wait for dispatch to reply before I started towards the door. I moved slowly. Uneasily. I kept my gun raised as I reached the front door and pushed it open.
I was greeted by a house that looked like it’d been turned upside down and shaken.
There’d been a fight in here.
There’d been one hell of a fight.
I crept into the foyer, gun raised as I listened for any signs of life.
Nothing.
I noticed bloodstains on the ground, leading into the kitchen and followed them, hesitating before I passed through the doorway.
“Hello?” I called, “This is Deputy Rick Sawyer!”
No answer. The mess in the kitchen was even worse. There’d clearly been some kind of fight. There was a large pool of blood forming from behind the counter, and ran to investigate.
Slumped on the kitchen floor was the body of a man. He seemed to be in his forties with pale skin and graying hair. He was dressed in a suit, and appeared to have been shot several times. I still checked his pulse, hoping that there was a chance he might still be alive, but I found nothing.
Another victim.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed empty bullet casings on the ground and reached out to pick one up.
5.56, hollow point. Just like the ones at Vickers place.
I looked behind me and stood up, reaching for my radio.
“Dispatch, we have one body on the scene. Male, early to mid forties.”
I heard a creak behind me and turned around, raising my gun. I could see a door leading to the basement that looked like it’d been splintered. There was a lot of blood on the floor nearby… blood that was awfully far away from the body of the man I’d found.
“Hello?” I called again, and took a few tentative steps toward the basement door.
I was able to just step over the splintered wreckage, and look down the stairs of the basement. I could see some blood on the stairs, but not much.
“Hello?”
I started to descend, only to pause when I heard movement. The basement was unfinished, but there was a light on in some other room and I saw a shadow moving past that light.
“I’m with the local police! It’s Deputy Rick Sawyer!” I called.
No response.
I took a moment, weighing my options. Going down alone was reckless. Someone was clearly down here… a survivor, maybe? They could’ve been hurt…
Waiting for backup might not be the right call. My gut told me that whoever the gunmen were, they were gone now. Odds are, they weren’t going to hang around in a basement waiting for the cops to show up.
I took another step down the stairs.
“I’m coming down,” I warned as I made my way onto the cold concrete floor.
I heard movement. Footsteps, and followed the sound. I entered the next room just in time to see a dark haired woman fleeing through another door.
“Wait!” I called, trying to go after her.
Whoever she was, she didn’t make it far, cornering herself in the next room and turning back to me with a look of panic. I could hear her frantic breathing, see the terror in her eyes… and see the still wet blood running from her mouth, down her dress.
“N-no…” She sobbed, “NO, GET AWAY!”
“Ma’am… I’m here to help…” I tried to say, although she spotted an opening to my left, and made a mad dash for it.
I grabbed her, trying to stop her from fleeing. And I think that was the biggest mistake I could have made.
What happened next… What happened next is on me. I’m not going to pretend that it wasn’t. I should’ve handled things differently, I should’ve realized that what I was doing was a mistake. But in the heat of the moment, I didn’t think. I thought that woman was injured. I knew she was scared. But I grabbed her anyway… and in doing so, ruined everything.
She screamed in panic, fighting against me at first. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked. With the way she fought, I was almost sure that she was going to break my arms, but I held her tight, trying in vain to calm her down. As soon as it became clear to her that she wasn’t going to break out of my grasp… she turned on me.
I only caught a glimpse of her fangs as she opened her mouth, but that momentary glimpse was all I needed. It was like the few seconds you experience right before a near car accident, where everything seems to happen so fast and so slow at the same time. When she opened her mouth, I could see that her teeth weren’t normal. Her canines seemed longer… more prominent. I could see an animalistic bloodlust in her eyes.
And that’s when I realized that the blood on her dress wasn’t hers.
It belonged to the last idiot who’d tried to grab her.
She lunged for me, sinking her fangs into my throat. I cried out in pain as she forced me to the ground. The bite radiated a white hot pain that was hard to describe. I could feel my blood gushing into her mouth as she slammed me to the ground.
For a moment… I felt her hesitate. Saw her swallow the blood in her mouth. For a moment, I saw a flicker in her eyes. A silent question as to whether she wanted more or not. But instead, she pulled back and using her unusual strength, ripped the gun from my hands. I tried to speak. Tried to cry out to her, but she was already running again. I pressed a hand to the wound in my neck and tried to stand, only for my legs to buckle under me.
She was gone.
I could hear her running up the stairs… heard her feet pounding on the floor above me as she tried to make a break for freedom.
Then I heard the gunshot. It came so suddenly, echoing through the house. The final thud of a body collapsing to the ground came almost instantly afterward.
It was Lopez who’d shot her.
Lopez who found me down in that basement, bleeding and struggling to stand.
He told me that he’d seen the bloody woman come running out of the kitchen, he’d seen the gun in her hand and he’d reacted, thinking it was life or death. She’d gone down in one shot… and that had been it.
We later identified her as Patricia Russell, the wife of the dead man in the kitchen, Hank Russell. And if she was Patricia Russell… that meant that we’d just killed our only witness.
A witness… who’d just bit my neck like a vampire.
A witness who’d had fangs like a vampire.
I didn’t want to believe that… the idea just seemed completely impossible. I wanted to believe that there was a more logical explanation to this! There had to be! The more sensible side of my brain knew that! But the more sensible side of my brain couldn’t explain what I’d just seen and it couldn’t explain the state of Vickers body either.
Biggs' words echoed through my mind.
‘If all the evidence is pointing in this one direction, maybe we’ve gotta open ourselves up to the possibility…’
I didn’t want to open myself up to the possibility! I wanted there to be another answer! Hell, there probably was another answer! There had to be! But there’s only so much evidence a man can ignore before he has to at least admit that sometimes, impossible things just might be true.
2024.06.06 17:14 FuzzyTrain3063 Dropped and cracked my Owala
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2024.06.06 15:26 Emmibolt Entirely disillusioned
EDIT: French translation below. Merci u/yiuel13!
Transparency and authenticity are so important to me, so I wanted you all to know where I’m at.
For those who haven’t been following, on Tuesday the NDP tabled a motion during their allotted opposition day. This motion asked for the following:
Like many of you, I have seen the decline in living standards, quality of food, strength of our dollar, and so on. I’ve said many times, “This isn’t the Canada I know and love”.
I’m on the front lines working with an extremely vulnerable population every day, and the stories break my heart. We’re 2 months into our fiscal year and 50% through our budget to support clients with gift cards to help with the cost of food. Our funding hasn’t increased in 3 years. I can’t get clients set up with food banks because they are forced to ask for proof of rent, landlord contact, 3 months of bank statements and 2 pieces of ID. I couldn’t tell you how many hundreds of dollars I’ve spent of my own money buying my clients food, or how many times my colleague has taken leftovers, and literally the shirt of his back to support our clients. He’s gone to a GO Station at 11pm to drop his leftovers off so his client can eat.
I had a moment after my meeting with Per, I was frustrated that I was up all night, positively terrified I’d mess everything up, and let us all down. I was annoyed that I had to take an afternoon off work to meet with the CEO of the largest grocer in Canada. I realized my frustration was actually because: This. Isn’t. My. Job. (Yes, there were expletives in there)
My team and I have carried an enormous burden of fighting for food security. We have lives, jobs, kids, we need to sleep. We spend countless hours working together, messaging, meeting, putting out killer good content and building this community, while our elected officials sit back and point fingers at each other simply for their own self interest. We fight our fight for the low, low price of free 99, while you sit back with your cushy salaries making choices you’ll rarely feel the impact of. Things have gotten so bad, consumers organized to “cut out the middle man” and take on Loblaw ourselves. In what way is this ok? How much more do we need to push so that we can actually get action here?
To the MPs who voted against the motion, or abstained entirely, what are you doing to fight food insecurity? Oh, and no, blaming liberal handouts and carbon tax, NDP incompetence and conservative donations doesn’t count.
To the MPs responsible for this motion, it’s a start. I applaud you for listening and bringing this issue to the political spotlight. At the same time, however, I’m disappointed you couldn’t possibly let this motion pass without throwing the cons and libs under the bus. In addition to everything else I juggle, we’re out here uniting the country, fighting for food security in a nonpartisan manner. What are you doing to get us fed?
The creation and results of this motion have made it abundantly clear to me our system is broken. I have no doubt our e-petition will be met with a nothing burger statement about how food security is important, and move along, kids. A user asked me last night if I’d be willing to run as an MP, and my answer was not right now. Our system is broken, and officials looking to make a difference get sucked into a game where they stuck competing to stay in office, and don’t give a rat’s behind about anything beyond their term. I refuse to play the game, and refuse to jump in until major changes happen with our system and leaders within it.
If any of you elected officials are interested, get in touch with our team and I will be beyond happy to have you join me for a day at work to see what your inaction looks like on the front lines. Enough is enough.
Signing off for now,
E
Pour ceux qui ne suivaient pas, mardi dernier, le NPD a déposé une motion durant leur journée d'opposition. Leur motion demandait ce qui suit :
«Forcer les grandes chaînes d’épicerie et les fournisseurs à baisser leurs prix des aliments essentiels sous peine d’être soumis à un plafonnement des prix ou à d’autres mesures;
Cesser de retarder les réformes requises depuis longtemps au programme Nutrition Nord; et
Mettre fin aux cadeaux des libéraux et des conservateurs aux grands épiciers.»
Pour ceux qui me connaissent hors Reddit, je me suis toujours identifiée comme une espèce de centriste. Une "agnostique politique", si vous voulez.
Comme beaucoup parmis vous, j'ai été témoin du déclin du niveau de vie, de la qualité de la nourriture, de la force de notre dollar, et ainsi de suite. Comme je l'ai souvent, «Ceci n'est pas le Canada que je connais et aime.»
Je suis sur la ligne de front travaillant avec une population extrêmement vulnérable à tous les jours, et les histoires me brisent le coeur. Nous sommes 2 mois dans notre année fiscale et déjà 50% des cartes-cadeau pour soutenir notre clientèle pour le coût des aliments a été distribué. Notre financement n'as pas augmenté en trois ans. Je ne peux pas mettre ma clientèle en relation avec les banques alimentaires care ils demandent des preuves de loyer, contact du locateur, trois mois de relevés bancaires et deux pièces d'identité. Je ne pourrais pas vous dire combien de centaines de dollars de ma propre poche que j'ai payé pour acheter de la nourriture pour ma clientèle, ou combien de fois mes collègues on pris les restants, voire littéralement leur propre chemise pour notre clientèle. Un est même allé à une station GO (train de banlieue de Toronto) à 23h pour déposer ses restants à une un de sa clientèle pour qu'il puisse manger.
J'ai eu un moment après ma rencontre avec Per; j'étais frustrée d'avoir été debout toute la nuit, vraiment terrifiée que j'avais tout fait échoué et que je nous avais tous fait faux bond. J'étais fâchée de devoir prendre un après-midi pour rencontrer le PDG de la plus grande chaîne d'épiceries du Canada. J'ai réalisé que ma frustration était parce que: Ce. N'est. Pas. Mon. Travail. (Oui, il y avait des jurons là-dedans.)
Mon équipe et moi avons porté un énorme fardeau se battant pour la sécurité alimentaire. Nous avons nos vies, emplois, enfants, nous avons besoin de dormir. Nous passons d'innombrables heures à travailler ensemble, s'envoyer des messager, se rencontrer, publier notre superbe contenu et bâtir cette communauté, alors que nos élus s'assoient sur leurs lauriers et se pointent du doigt les uns les autres pour leur propre intérêt. Nous nous battons pour les prix bas de 99, alors que vous vous assoyez sur vos salaires confortables faisant des choix dont vous ne sentirez que rarement les impacts. Les choses vont si mal, les consommateurs se sont organisé pour couper "les intermédiaires" et ont pris Loblaw de front eux-mêmes. En quoi est-ce correct? Comment devons-nous pousser plus pour que l'on puisse obtenir de l'action?
Aux députés ayant voté contre cette motion, où s'étant abstenus entièrement, que faites-vous pour combattre l'insécurité alimentaire? Oh, et non, blâmé les subventions libérales où la taxe carbone, l'incompétence du NPD ou les dons conservateurs ne comptent pas.
Aux députés responsables de cette motion, c'est un début. Je vous applaudis pour écouter et jeter la lumière sur ce défi politique. Au même moment, cependant, je suis déçue que vous ne pouviez pas laisser passer cette motion sans ombrage aux libéraux et conservateurs. En plus de tout ce que je dois jongler, nous sommes ici unifiant le pays, nous battant pour la sécurité alimentaire de manière non-partisane. Que faites-vous pour nous garder tous nourris?
La création et le résultat de la cette motion m'a fait tout à fait comprendre que notre système est brisé. Je n'ai aucun doute que notre e-pétition résultera seulement en une déclaration bidon comme quoi la sécurité alimentaire est importante et, passons à autre choses, les enfants. Un utilisateur m'a demandé hier soir si je serais ouverte à me présenter comme candidate et ma réponse a été : «pas maintenant». Notre système est brisé, nos élus souhaitant faire une différence sont pris dans une gammick où ils sont pris pour se compétitionner pour rester en poste et finissent par se contre-ficher de quoi que ce soit après leur mandat. Je refuse de jouer le jeu, et refuse de faire le sauf tant qu'il n'y aura pas changements majeurs avec ce systèmes et nos leaders dans celui-ci.
S'il y a quelqu'élu d'intéressé, nous vous invitons à entrer en contact avec notre équipe et je serai plus qu'heureuse de vous joindre à moi le temps d'une journée au travail pour vous montrer comment a l'air votre inactions au front. Assez, c'est assez!
Je me déconnecte pour l'instant,
E /ujl
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Transparency and authenticity are so important to me, so I wanted you all to know where I’m at.
For those who haven’t been following, on Tuesday the NDP tabled a motion during their allotted opposition day. This motion asked for the following:
- Force big grocery chains and suppliers to lower the prices of essential foods or else face a price cap or other measures;
- Stop delaying long-needed reforms to the Nutrition North program; and
- Stop Liberal and Conservative corporate handouts to big grocers.
Like many of you, I have seen the decline in living standards, quality of food, strength of our dollar, and so on. I’ve said many times, “This isn’t the Canada I know and love”.
I’m on the front lines working with an extremely vulnerable population every day, and the stories break my heart. We’re 2 months into our fiscal year and 50% through our budget to support clients with gift cards to help with the cost of food. Our funding hasn’t increased in 3 years. I can’t get clients set up with food banks because they are forced to ask for proof of rent, landlord contact, 3 months of bank statements and 2 pieces of ID. I couldn’t tell you how many hundreds of dollars I’ve spent of my own money buying my clients food, or how many times my colleague has taken leftovers, and literally the shirt of his back to support our clients. He’s gone to a GO Station at 11pm to drop his leftovers off so his client can eat.
I had a moment after my meeting with Per, I was frustrated that I was up all night, positively terrified I’d mess everything up, and let us all down. I was annoyed that I had to take an afternoon off work to meet with the CEO of the largest grocer in Canada. I realized my frustration was actually because: This. Isn’t. My. Job. (Yes, there were expletives in there)
My team and I have carried an enormous burden of fighting for food security. We have lives, jobs, kids, we need to sleep. We spend countless hours working together, messaging, meeting, putting out killer good content and building this community, while our elected officials sit back and point fingers at each other simply for their own self interest. We fight our fight for the low, low price of free 99, while you sit back with your cushy salaries making choices you’ll rarely feel the impact of. Things have gotten so bad, consumers organized to “cut out the middle man” and take on Loblaw ourselves. In what way is this ok? How much more do we need to push so that we can actually get action here?
To the MPs who voted against the motion, or abstained entirely, what are you doing to fight food insecurity? Oh, and no, blaming liberal handouts and carbon tax, NDP incompetence and conservative donations doesn’t count.
To the MPs responsible for this motion, it’s a start. I applaud you for listening and bringing this issue to the political spotlight. At the same time, however, I’m disappointed you couldn’t possibly let this motion pass without throwing the cons and libs under the bus. In addition to everything else I juggle, we’re out here uniting the country, fighting for food security in a nonpartisan manner. What are you doing to get us fed?
The creation and results of this motion have made it abundantly clear to me our system is broken. I have no doubt our e-petition will be met with a nothing burger statement about how food security is important, and move along, kids. A user asked me last night if I’d be willing to run as an MP, and my answer was not right now. Our system is broken, and officials looking to make a difference get sucked into a game where they stuck competing to stay in office, and don’t give a rat’s behind about anything beyond their term. I refuse to play the game, and refuse to jump in until major changes happen with our system and leaders within it.
If any of you elected officials are interested, get in touch with our team and I will be beyond happy to have you join me for a day at work to see what your inaction looks like on the front lines. Enough is enough.
Signing off for now,
E
Entièrement désillusionnée
La transparence et l'authenticité sont tellement importantes pour moi, alors je voulais vous laisser savoir où j'en suis.Pour ceux qui ne suivaient pas, mardi dernier, le NPD a déposé une motion durant leur journée d'opposition. Leur motion demandait ce qui suit :
«Forcer les grandes chaînes d’épicerie et les fournisseurs à baisser leurs prix des aliments essentiels sous peine d’être soumis à un plafonnement des prix ou à d’autres mesures;
Cesser de retarder les réformes requises depuis longtemps au programme Nutrition Nord; et
Mettre fin aux cadeaux des libéraux et des conservateurs aux grands épiciers.»
Pour ceux qui me connaissent hors Reddit, je me suis toujours identifiée comme une espèce de centriste. Une "agnostique politique", si vous voulez.
Comme beaucoup parmis vous, j'ai été témoin du déclin du niveau de vie, de la qualité de la nourriture, de la force de notre dollar, et ainsi de suite. Comme je l'ai souvent, «Ceci n'est pas le Canada que je connais et aime.»
Je suis sur la ligne de front travaillant avec une population extrêmement vulnérable à tous les jours, et les histoires me brisent le coeur. Nous sommes 2 mois dans notre année fiscale et déjà 50% des cartes-cadeau pour soutenir notre clientèle pour le coût des aliments a été distribué. Notre financement n'as pas augmenté en trois ans. Je ne peux pas mettre ma clientèle en relation avec les banques alimentaires care ils demandent des preuves de loyer, contact du locateur, trois mois de relevés bancaires et deux pièces d'identité. Je ne pourrais pas vous dire combien de centaines de dollars de ma propre poche que j'ai payé pour acheter de la nourriture pour ma clientèle, ou combien de fois mes collègues on pris les restants, voire littéralement leur propre chemise pour notre clientèle. Un est même allé à une station GO (train de banlieue de Toronto) à 23h pour déposer ses restants à une un de sa clientèle pour qu'il puisse manger.
J'ai eu un moment après ma rencontre avec Per; j'étais frustrée d'avoir été debout toute la nuit, vraiment terrifiée que j'avais tout fait échoué et que je nous avais tous fait faux bond. J'étais fâchée de devoir prendre un après-midi pour rencontrer le PDG de la plus grande chaîne d'épiceries du Canada. J'ai réalisé que ma frustration était parce que: Ce. N'est. Pas. Mon. Travail. (Oui, il y avait des jurons là-dedans.)
Mon équipe et moi avons porté un énorme fardeau se battant pour la sécurité alimentaire. Nous avons nos vies, emplois, enfants, nous avons besoin de dormir. Nous passons d'innombrables heures à travailler ensemble, s'envoyer des messager, se rencontrer, publier notre superbe contenu et bâtir cette communauté, alors que nos élus s'assoient sur leurs lauriers et se pointent du doigt les uns les autres pour leur propre intérêt. Nous nous battons pour les prix bas de 99, alors que vous vous assoyez sur vos salaires confortables faisant des choix dont vous ne sentirez que rarement les impacts. Les choses vont si mal, les consommateurs se sont organisé pour couper "les intermédiaires" et ont pris Loblaw de front eux-mêmes. En quoi est-ce correct? Comment devons-nous pousser plus pour que l'on puisse obtenir de l'action?
Aux députés ayant voté contre cette motion, où s'étant abstenus entièrement, que faites-vous pour combattre l'insécurité alimentaire? Oh, et non, blâmé les subventions libérales où la taxe carbone, l'incompétence du NPD ou les dons conservateurs ne comptent pas.
Aux députés responsables de cette motion, c'est un début. Je vous applaudis pour écouter et jeter la lumière sur ce défi politique. Au même moment, cependant, je suis déçue que vous ne pouviez pas laisser passer cette motion sans ombrage aux libéraux et conservateurs. En plus de tout ce que je dois jongler, nous sommes ici unifiant le pays, nous battant pour la sécurité alimentaire de manière non-partisane. Que faites-vous pour nous garder tous nourris?
La création et le résultat de la cette motion m'a fait tout à fait comprendre que notre système est brisé. Je n'ai aucun doute que notre e-pétition résultera seulement en une déclaration bidon comme quoi la sécurité alimentaire est importante et, passons à autre choses, les enfants. Un utilisateur m'a demandé hier soir si je serais ouverte à me présenter comme candidate et ma réponse a été : «pas maintenant». Notre système est brisé, nos élus souhaitant faire une différence sont pris dans une gammick où ils sont pris pour se compétitionner pour rester en poste et finissent par se contre-ficher de quoi que ce soit après leur mandat. Je refuse de jouer le jeu, et refuse de faire le sauf tant qu'il n'y aura pas changements majeurs avec ce systèmes et nos leaders dans celui-ci.
S'il y a quelqu'élu d'intéressé, nous vous invitons à entrer en contact avec notre équipe et je serai plus qu'heureuse de vous joindre à moi le temps d'une journée au travail pour vous montrer comment a l'air votre inactions au front. Assez, c'est assez!
Je me déconnecte pour l'instant,
E /ujl
2024.06.06 12:46 Far-Ad9074 Does anybody know when this deal will come back again
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2024.06.05 19:29 2klition Vieux Jeux vidéo de Samurai
Ok alors quand j'étais petit j'avais accès à un ordinateur sous windows XP sur lequel mon père installait des vieux jeux vidéo qu'il trouvait sur un site appelé "oldgames" je cherche l'un de ces jeux, c'était un jeu de Samurai en 2D où l'on se déplace de gauche à droite pour aller sauver une fille qui je crois bien s'appellait Alice. Le décors de font était toujours le même je m'en souviens très bien une montagne qui devait sûrement être le mont Fuji d'ailleurs, avec un ciel un peu rose mais surtout cette montagne en plein milleu toujours au même endroit au centre et qui bouge pas de tout le jeu. Et nous le personnage on passe parfois dans des bâtiments japonais très cliché on va dire avec des fenêtres au travers des quels ont voit encore cette fameuse montage. Ouai j'ai pas beaucoup d'autres info que ça ... Ça fait très longtemps que je le recherche pcq j'avais bien kiffer à l'époque
Merci d'avance pour l'aide
Édit : j'ai trouvé c'était Karateka merci à berty-free et merci à tous
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Merci d'avance pour l'aide
Édit : j'ai trouvé c'était Karateka merci à berty-free et merci à tous
2024.06.05 15:51 Crackracket Local shop has the whole range and some unusual other cans
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2024.06.05 04:31 chut7 Receiving luggage
My hostel's website says there is "luggage storage". Does that mean they will receive luggage? I've tried phoning them to clarify, and they are not picking up.
As a backup plan, we will receive via a Yamato depot. https://locations.kuronekoyamato.co.jp/p/yamato01/nmap.htm?lat=35.494097222&lon=138.758205556&cond1=1&cond14=1&cond22=1&&his=ar
lists a number of convenience stores that supposedly receive luggage...I wonder how accurate that is though, as I've read posts here that say that they do *not* receive luggage. Is it more secure to receive luggage at a "Sales office"? I can filter by sales offices.
Also, what is the difference between a Yamato Service Counter https://www.global-yamato.com/en/hands-free-travel/facilities/ and a Sales Office (filter by the "black cat"): https://locations.kuronekoyamato.co.jp/p/yamato01/nmap.htm?lat=35.494097222&lon=138.758205556&cond1=1&cond14=1&cond22=1&&his=ar
The former has a couple dozen offices, while the latter seems to have hundreds of offices. Will they both receive luggage?
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As a backup plan, we will receive via a Yamato depot. https://locations.kuronekoyamato.co.jp/p/yamato01/nmap.htm?lat=35.494097222&lon=138.758205556&cond1=1&cond14=1&cond22=1&&his=ar
lists a number of convenience stores that supposedly receive luggage...I wonder how accurate that is though, as I've read posts here that say that they do *not* receive luggage. Is it more secure to receive luggage at a "Sales office"? I can filter by sales offices.
Also, what is the difference between a Yamato Service Counter https://www.global-yamato.com/en/hands-free-travel/facilities/ and a Sales Office (filter by the "black cat"): https://locations.kuronekoyamato.co.jp/p/yamato01/nmap.htm?lat=35.494097222&lon=138.758205556&cond1=1&cond14=1&cond22=1&&his=ar
The former has a couple dozen offices, while the latter seems to have hundreds of offices. Will they both receive luggage?
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Bibliomancy is an ancient divination technique that uses books. I sit in my home library and contemplate your question--then I pull a book or two, and am drawn to a specific passage. I will provide in-depth analysis of the passage for you, as it applies to your question.
Short readings - $5 (still thorough, but not as in-depth as the longer version) In-depth - $10
All subjects welcome. This is a judgement-free zone.
I specialize in relationships, intimacy, sex, love, crushes, marriage/divorce, careejob, career paths, job hunting, education/college, personal growth, money, interpersonal and family relationships, choices/decisions, forecasts, insights etc. but I can read on any subject (except medical or legal).
My reddit reviews page:https://www.reddit.com/usePostmodernLon/comments/15nkhl9/reviews_page_tarot_oracle_divination/
2024.06.04 14:47 Guyferrari6969 Hey there! I could really use some friend to talk to on a daily basis and share things about life 22M
As the title said, I have been feeling a lil lonli these days and could really use a friend to have conversations with, about daily life, sharing life stories and getting to know each other :) please feel free to DM me :)
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2024.06.04 10:26 dondonqsc Hỏi về các tài khoản Coursera 600k - 1tr / năm
 | Hi các bác, chuyện là hè này có nhiều thời gian rảnh nên em muốn học vài khoá trên Coursera. Vì học phí khá chát nên em đã thử xin Financial Aid nhưng có vẻ từ tháng 1 năm nay chỉ giảm được tối đa 90% chứ ko được 100% như ngày xưa nữa, và cũng chỉ được xin tối đa 10 khoá. submitted by dondonqsc to vozforums [link] [comments] Sau khi em tham khảo trên mạng thì thấy có những bác bán Coursera Plus từ 600k-1tnăm, nhưng không rõ họ đăng kí ntn? Không biết trên đây có bác nào từng mua từ những seller này có thể review lại cho em k ạ. Thank các bác :D https://preview.redd.it/8uocybg9mi4d1.png?width=481&format=png&auto=webp&s=7f40263de930c7a5c9192272d34e19fe14aba0e1 |
2024.06.03 23:45 wim66 My old system conky and new weather conky
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2024.06.03 17:23 Stunning-Fold6548 Be FR how's the game treating you rn
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2024.06.01 14:14 aeddub The Western Realm (post Magician’s End)
Another map, the Western Realm after Magician’s End. Big thanks to u/werthead for the detailed map on their site (an atlas of ice and fire)
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2024.06.01 03:38 Sarionum What happens if I return the batteries?
 | So I want this leaf blower and saw it can be had if I buy a two pack of 6.0 batteries, however what happens if I return the batteries and get a 12.0? Would I have to return the blower as well? submitted by Sarionum to MilwaukeeTool [link] [comments] |
2024.05.31 17:47 Window-washy45 Godzilla.... King of the Bench Press
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