The rumors have spread to a certain lieutenant, who's been blamed more than once for the chaos. Banshee is one for chaos, but he doesn't have access to a body. Yet. He does have access to people who are smarter than him, though, people who directed him to a vent that is the culprit's next logical location. After a knock, he shouts into the vent. "Yo, vent bro! Not to be confused with the bro, Vent. I heard someone was dragging a body into the vents. Do you think I could borrow it? I swear I'll give most of it back!"
-from @lieutenantbanshee
There's a pause. And a moment of shuffling within the vent, a grunt and a faint snicker until the vent pops open.
Instead a dead Natborn pokes out, limbs limp and head hanging as Tumbler puppets it into what would of been a casual leaning pose if not for the obvious...well, state of the corpse. A hand reaches up, Corrie red and grabs the hair of the corpse, tilting their head up to look at Banshee.
A muffled voice, squeaking with laughter.
"I need to see your credentials and ID to operate this Natborn, sir. As well as proof that your use will not involve leaving behind hair, blood splatters, nails, teeth, eye, singular or both or any patches of skin that can be used to identify this Natborn, sir. If you fail to provide, I must inform you that Commander Fox will put me back on Kennel Cleaning or worse, Caf Bitch duty. Not to mention the ramifications of a Natborn being found dead."
Yes, Tumbler is going to make Banshee work for it. It's his job.
