Year: 1968

Location: New York City, New York

"Ah Christ another one isn't it?" Major Tom Foolery said to a nearby policeman as he exited the squad car.

"You betcha sir," the policeman said. "Fifth one this week, and it's only Tuesday."

"Has the medical examiner come yet?"

"Not yet...wait a second. Here he comes now."

The major turned around and observed a large black van pull up behind the squad car. Out came a two men, one wore a brown apron over a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up, brown pants and shoes, and glasses. The other man was a hulking mountain of a man that dwarfed the other. He wore a brown shirt under a black vest and wore black pants and shoes. The man was bald compared to the other man who had black hair.

The shorter man said something to the taller man and continued to walk over to the major while the taller man walked to the back of the van.

"Guten Tag, gentlemen," he said in a heavy German accent. "Vhere is the deceased?"

"Down the alley sir." the policeman said.

"Zhank you," the man said with a nod before heading down to the crime scene by passing under the yellow police tape. The other man followed with a gurney and a bag.

"That doesn't seem like the usual guys," the major said.

"It's not, the morgue had been so busy, they needed more hands so the city hired more."

"I see, but who's the big guy?"

"He's supposed to be his assistant and bodyguard from what I've heard. He doesn't talk much."

The major nodded. "I'm going to see the crime scene."

"It's not pretty."

"I've seen worse." the major scoffed.

As the major ventured into the alley, signs of a fight, no, massacre started to show. Unreasonable amounts of blood coated the brick walls and were in small puddles on the ground, while pieces of flesh and clothing littered the ground.

The major shook his head at the carnage and continued on.

Lifeless bodies soon littered the alley, from what the major could see there had to be at least six or seven individuals who lost their lives. Various weapons were scattered on the ground, hinting they tried to fight back, but ultimately failed.

The forensics team was still taking pictures of the aftermath while the major spotted the medical examiner and his assistant crouching over a mutilated body. The man was looking over the body while the other man took notes. The man had bright red gloves on now.

"Late twenties to early thirties...death due to blood loss from multiple vounds. Zhe time of death: five hours ago."

The assistant noticed the major coming. "Doctor, policeman wants to see you."

"Ja?" the German stood up and nodded to the major. "Hello, I believe ve met before?"

"Yes, name's Tom."

"I am Doctor Herman Grubber, and zhis is mein assistant, Doctor Mikhail."

The taller man grunted.

"He doesn't talk a lot," Herman whispered to the major. "So vhat brings you here?"

"Well, I'm just wondering what happened here? Other than the obvious of course."

"Vell, from vhat I can tell from zhe bodies. Iz zhat most of zhe men perished from blood loss, as you can see. Majority of zheir vounds are from bites and claws. But I cannot tell yet vhat crytid might have made zhese marks until I get back to my office."

"Very well, carry on."

As the major left, Herman knelt back down and continued to examine the body. "You know Mikhail? I don't think zhat these men were the victims."

"Why is that doctor?" the Russian asked.

"Vell for starters, I doubt zhat someone normal would vear a ballistic vest." he said as he motioned to the deceased. The vest had a huge gash on front, but was mostly intact. "Secondly, I recognize some of zhese men as notorious anti-cryptid gang."

Mikhail nodded. "I see."

"My theory is zhat these men tried to do away with a cryptid but something happened, either zhat the cryptid went mad or it had backup."

"Stupid, stupid babies."

"Ja...eins, zwei, drei...ugh I don't zhink ve brought enough bodybags. Would you grab some more from the van, Mikhail?"

"Da."

Herman started to bag up the deceased, most people wouldn't have the stomach to do this, but for him it was a cakewalk. His father back in Germany was a coroner as well, and it seemed that Herman followed in his father's footsteps. In reality, Herman was particularly interested in the human body and especially the cryptid body, which he found interesting.

Cryptids are essentially, in layman terms, monsters. Centaurs, werewolves, vampires, mermaids...all fit into this category. They have been around as long as humans had, but as of lately, the relationship between them had been deteriorating. Humans didn't consider cryptids to be "safe" considering their advantages they have over humans. As a result, wars had broken out between the two species, the largest was the Civil War in America.

There has been some violence between the groups now and then since the Civil War, but with the recent attacks happening in the cities, it could possibly spiral the United States into yet another Civil War.

As Herman zipped up another body, he heard some commotion coming from behind him. He stood up and walked to the source, which was in front of the alley.

A crowd had gathered around the entrance to the alley, some cryptids and some human. Herman could tell that the crowd was not happy just by taking a look.

"Ach, was ist los?" he asked Mikhail, who was trying to help the police barricade the crime scene.

"Cryptids and humans trying to place blame on each other," he said. "Violence might break out."

"Zhen we must hurry. Bring the van into the alley so they don't see the bodies."

Mikhail nodded and headed for the van. Herman took another look and saw a riot police van pull up to the scene.

"Fess..."

With due haste, the two were able to bag the remaining bodies and load it into the van. That part was easy. Now came the hard part of getting out alive.

"This is a mess..." Tom said as he scratched his head. "I thought we kept this under wraps?!"

"We did sir," a policeman said. "But, word got out somehow."

"We need to get the doctors out of here, but how?"

"If I may propose a solution?" Herman said. "My solution: scare them off."

"With what?"

"This," he held up an iron suitcase that had multiple radiation symbols plastered on it.

"WOAH WHAT?!" the two jumped back. "Why do you have radiation materials with you?!"

Herman rolled his eyes. "It's not radioactive rods, dummkopfs. Zhis contains naturally radioactive rocks found in zhe wild. It contains about zhe same amount of radiation from what one vould receive if zhey stand in zhe sun all day."

"Your point?"

A few minutes later...

With the help from the NYFD, the crowd dispersed once the word, radiation, got out. This allowed the doctors to go, but not before the fire department confiscated the radioactive rocks, mainly for the safety of the general public.

The two drove to the city's morgue and began to legally confirm the men were dead and how they died, as well as what may have killed him.

While in the process of determining the cause of death, Herman was called to the front. He told Mikhail to continue as he headed to the front.

"Vhat is it? It better be important," he said to the receptionist as he took off his gloves.

"Sorry doctor, but the city just assigned another medical examiner here," the receptionist said as she handed him the file. "She's in the lobby."

"Another medical examiner? Well, I don't mind zhe extra help," he opened the file and started looking it over. "Hm, interesting...well, she's in the lobby right?"

"Yes doctor."

"Very well." Herman tucked the file under is arm and headed for the lobby.

Once in the lobby, he found the new medical examiner waiting patiently with her back turned to him looking at a nearby potted plant, at least, he thought it was her. She wore a blue full-body suit that was extremely form fitting to her hourglass body. She also wore a black corset around his middle and black boots, which the suit was tucked into. She also wore large, black wielding gloves and wore a hazmat-light helmet, complete with respirator. She also had on a bright pink backpack.

"Uh, Miss Vryn?"

The person turned around and walked towards Herman.

"Uh, you're Miss Gwen Vryn right?" he asked.

The woman nodded. "That's me." she said, her voice slightly muffed by the respirator. "And I think you're wondering about my attire..."

"Yes...vhy are you like zhat?"

"...well, I'm a phoenix so..."

Herman raised an eyebrow before the realization kicked in. "Oh right! Fire users have to be in some kind of fire retardant suit so zhey don't catch anything on fire. Silly me. I should have read your file more in-depth." he said with a chuckle.

"You didn't read it?"

"No, well, yes sort of...I only got your file right now. I was in the middle of an autopsy vhen I got word of your file," he said. "My name's Herman, Doctor Herman Grubber. I'm zhe head medical examiner here."

"Hello doctor! I really hope we can work well together." she said with some enthusiasm. "Does anyone else work here?"

"Well, zhere is another examiner, but I don't really know him, but zhere is my assistant/partner Doctor Mikhail. He's currently working on the bodies."

He quickly looked at his watch. "I vould give you a tour, but I really need to get zhese bodies tagged and bagged. Do you mind putting the gloves on now?"

She giggled. "I got mine already!"

"Well zhen, shall ve get to vork?"


A/N: I really want to have some kind of TF2/monster story, so this is probably the closest I will get to it at this point.

Till next time,

-D.W