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One: The Case (Indigo)

"Twenty five murders." She said, slamming a stack of files down on my desk. "All in the last month. Victims ripped to shreds and left in the Crescent Moon forest, no weapon or suspect has been ascertained as of yet."

Constable Myers -now casually leaning against the wall of my cubicle- was the managing detective on the case. The case she was appointing me to oversee as head forensic scientist.

"I'm a junior officer, you can't possibly want me to investigate a case like this." I protested, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear nervously, looking up to where my boss seemed to be towering over me.
"I know this is only your second year on the force, but you're smart -probably the brightest forensic officer in the department." she said, glancing over to where 'old man Tony' -the only other scientist on hand- sat, devouring a donut and spraying crumbs all over his floor. "and this is the perfect case for you to prove yourself with." Myers explained, leaving no room for argument. Her black pant-suit hung off her bulky frame like a rubbish bag on an MMA fighter, her thin brown hair gelled back into a tight chignon. Despite her sever appearance, she was probably my only real friend on the force, the only one who really understood what it was like in such a male dominated profession. I admired her ability to establish authority in almost any setting, and her quick-thinking mindset which had earned her the position of senior constable.

"This could be the case that really gets you noticed by the big-wigs. So don't stuff it up. I'm counting on you." With that, Constable Myers pivoted on her heel and began walking towards her glass office at the end of the hall. "Oh, and one more thing." She said, with a mischievous glint in her eye. "It's in Tasmania. You leave tonight."

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Well fuck.
As I raced up the stairs to my Melbourne apartment, I began sifting through the logistics of the situation. I'd be heading to one of the most isolated parts of Tasmania -which was a two hour flight from Melbourne-  to investigate what appeared to be a serial murder case.
I knew I was smart, top of my class in university studying forensic science and at the police academy, but this was my first major case. And it wasn't just one cheeky murder, it was fucking twenty five. Holy shit.

After unlocking the front door, I practically fell in, scrambling to pack for god knows how long. I didn't even bother looking at what I was throwing in, my flight left in two hours. Fuckity fuck.
A honk outside let me know that my taxi was here, and I hurriedly zipped my suitcase, barely glancing at my floor-length mirror as I raced out the door.
Holy guacamole I looked like shit. My naturally white hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail, my eyeliner smudged from a full days work. And as for my clothes, I hadn't even had time to change out of the skinny jeans, class of '14 sweater from the police academy and black combat boots from work.

I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't let me on the flight.

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Okay so here's the first chapter.
It's super short I know, but the others will be longer I swear. Let me know your thoughts on the story so far (all like 500 words of it :P).

Also Indi will be swearing a fuckton so get ready, pls don't cry.

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