Space Cops 2~

[Wolxikin]

Spectre lay there, still as a rock, no signs of life, he seemed to be dead

[Cifero Windtail]

The wolf walked over to Spectre and checked his pulse.

[Wolxikin]

A display popped up on his forearm showing his vital signs. No pulse. The display began to flash 'Deseaced'

Meanwhile a cloaked figure slipped away unnoticed in the shadows

[Cifero Windtail]

The wolf thought she saw something in her peripheral vision, but ignored it, rolling Spectre over. (How is he dressed?)

[Wolxikin]

((Full navy blue armor, full helmet as well, something along the lines of mandolorian armor, just Google that if you don't know what it is))

[Cifero Windtail]

(Couldn't call myself a Star Wars fan if I did...)




Working quickly, the wolf opened the back of the van and got Spectre inside, then started to take his armor off.

[Wolxikin]

((Oops, forgot to mention the bullet wound  there's a bullet hole in the stomach area))


The figure watched from the shadows as the wolf began to tear apart the armor

[Cifero Windtail]

(.... She's just taking it off, not tearing it apart. Where's the wound on his stomach, exactly?)




Noticing a bullet wound in the armor, the wolf sped up her process.

[Wolxikin]

(Just using it as a relative term, didn't mean anything dramatic. The wound is in the middle of the belly I guess?
Gonna make this my last post, g'night)

[Cifero Windtail]

(Okay, goodnight... They shot him in the belly button?  )

[Angder]

Angder crouches down by Spectre... crying slightly, his face hardens into a look of pure hatred, and he stands up. "Leave him. He is dead... and soon Setcho will be to." Angder readies his shotgun.

[Cifero Windtail]

The wolf stared at Spectre for a moment. "... He's not dead yet," she said. "Though that bullet wound is concerning...." The wolf suddenly was holding a scalpel. "Do you mind?"

[Angder]

Angder blinks.he then shakes his head. He blamed nobody but himself.

[Cifero Windtail]

Nodding, the wolf carefully took her time removing the bullet, simply slitting Spectre's belly open almost to his navel to save time. "Kind of a shame, really," she said, digging the bullet out. "Probably didn't know what hit him..." Sighing, the wolf repaired any internal damage, sowed Spectre back up, then, with clean hands, started doing strange magical chest compressions. "Clear!"

[Wolxikin]

Sparks flew and a faint clanking noise came from Spectre's chest, the noise sounded almost robotic, then everything was still again.