This story belongs to Annemieke, she came up with the idea, she told me what to write – I just wrote it! I take no credit! It all belong to her...
So Annemieke – I know you've been waiting a long time for this, I hope you like it – remember it's just the beginning!
The warehouse was busy with activity considering the early time of day. Outside it was a beautiful Miami dawn, with the sun just appearing over the horizon, but the people inside the warehouse weren't exactly interested in sunrises. The 7 men were moving efficiently around the place, packing things into large crates that stood in a pie at the edge of the large room, while loud rap music blared in the background.
The activity was suddenly interrupted when 5 men wearing ski masks stormed into the warehouse guns blazing. The sound of gun shots blended with the beats of the music – and then everything became quiet.
"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" Horatio made his way into the warehouse and tried to avoid stepping on any of the glass shards, bullet casings or in any of the blood pools – which was relatively hard considering there wasn't much of the floor that wasn't covered with one or the other.
"6 dead, African American, all in their teens or twenties the latest" Alexx reported fro her spot kneeling next to one of the bodies.
"Hey, H, look at this" Speed came over with a brown paper evidence bag in his hand. He opened it for Horatio to take a peak – revealing a brick of pure cocaine.
"So I guess now we know what these guys were doing here so early in the morning"
Horatio nodded to himself
"Yeah, I hear making pure cocaine is a bitch on your schedule" Speed retorted dryly and went back to collecting his evidence.
"Alexx, do we have a time of death?"
"About 5 AM ore or less" Alexx continued examining the body and didn't bother looking u as she answered "I'll be able to give you a more exact timeline once we get them over to the lab...I have an awful lot of tattoos here...the other ones had the same tattoos..."
"Horatio moved closer to get a better look, then knelt by the side of the body when one tattoo in particular caught his attention "Hey Erik, would you mind coming here and taking a picture of this" He pointed to a small tattoo in the base of the boy's neck which was a drawing of two crossed knifes with a few drops of blood dripping fro it, surrounded by a black circle.
"It looks like a gang symbol" Erik said after taking several pictures of it
"It is" Horatio rose to his feet and dusted himself, making his way to the other side of the warehouse where Calleigh was busy at work
"What have you got for me Calleigh?"
"So far I've logged about 50 bullets, various calibers, various angles – I'm going to be at it for a month – talk about overkill" She tried to sound desperate but Horatio knew her well enough to detect the tone of pleasure and excitement hidden in her voice. For Calleigh, bullets were what toys were for children – the more the merrier. "We're definitely talking multiple shooters, probably about 5. oh, and I have something here you might find interesting..."
She led him to the far corner of the warehouse and pointed at the floor where a clear imprint of a shoe was made in blood "The shooting originated from the other side of the warehouse and we took shoe prints fro there – this one doesn't match any of them. Plus, this shoe print is the only covered in blood"
Horatio looked at the wall in front of him and noticed a small smudge of blood right below the window.
Calleigh saw him looking at it and nodded at him "It seems like we have a survivor"
"No, it seems like we have a witness!"