The room she entered was a staircase, with doors on either side leading to big open spaces, probably retail stores, based on what little remains she could see. Everything was black, covered in soot and ash, so she wouldn't tell what exactly was sold where, but she could see that the Grosersauger wasn't on the first floor.
Heading the only way she could, up, she saw two other stores, the one on the left was empty, the other less so. The room was unlit so it was hard to see, but either the roof had collapsed or there was a wall that only burnt down partially, 'cause something was blocking the view in the center of the room.
She took a look around but didn't see him, so she kept going.
On the third floor, as she stepped around a corner, going into the store to the left of the stairs, she realized the Grosersauger was there, just before she saw him and his huge arm swung from around the corner, right at her head. She barely managed to duck under it.
He made a grab for her, but she stepped back in time to avoid his death grip. His longer reach meant that she'd have trouble getting close enough to his neck to chop it off, but she was faster than him so he'd struggle too, regardless of if he wanted to fight or flee.
She circled him for a while, making smaller cuts at his raised guard, but he barely reacted other tan by turning in tune with her movement.
Suddenly she lunged forward, hoping the surprise might work. It didn't.
The Grosersauger slammed Trubel away with his hand, she hit the wall hard and felt it crack slightly, ash fell from the roof, stinging in her eyes and, oddly enough, her stomach.
She tried to stepped away from the wall, trying to free up herself for more movement. It came out more like a limp, due to the pain in her stomach.
He charged her, arms stretched out wide for a grabbing tackle, and she just barely managed to throw herself to the side, when, just as he passed her, the floor collapsed. They both fell, and Trubel landed hard, but she was oddly fine.
She surged towards the Grosersauger, slashing her machete at his neck, but he recovered from the surprise of the fall in time to grab the machete. She pulled hard first with just her right hand, then using both, not caring that he grabbed her waist with his arm in the process, but she got it out, leaving a nasty cut in his hand.
As he recoiled, letting her go, and she made another chop at his neck, not strong enough to decapitate but he was bleeding a lot. He scrambled to get away, holding his throat, when she mage another chop from behind, downing her opponent.
With a final chop, putting all her weight behind it, though he seemed to have died already, she cut off his head.
When she could finally spare a thought to the pain she felt she noticed that she was bleeding from her stomach, probably because she'd managed to pull her stitches. She also realized that her right hand wasn't in the cast anymore, though it seemed to have healed alright.
She walked down, past where they fell from the third floor, stepping over her cast, to Charlie who only stopped trying to get into the building when he saw her.
"He's dead. We'll need to get rid of the body."
"Yeah, pretty sure everyone saw us chase him." He cast a glance towards the bar. "So what do you want to do about it?"
"We could throw him out of a window, or burn him here." Neither option was good. The building could catch fire if they burnt it, but transporting a body was messy and they'd risk getting spotted.
"They'd know he didn't die in the fire, since they usually check the building when they're done putting the fire out, not to mention he was decapitated."
"But they might not find him for a while," she countered, "especially if they tear it down without checking, or if we hide him well, plus if we burn him properly he'd be hard to identify."
"Assuming they don't have his DNA on file."
"If they did, they should have arrested him for serial killing already."
"You're not wrong. But what if they find your DNA on the crime scene? Not many people have entered since the place burned down." Trubel looked down at her bleeding stomach. Her DNA wasn't on record anymore, HW had deleted her police record when she joined them, but it'd still be a problem if it was found on several murder-scenes.
"Fuck it. Hand me some gas."
Charlie pulled out a spare gas canister from the trunk of his car. Reaching through the gap in the rubble he handed it to her. She went up the stairs, doused the corpse with half of it, and set it on fire.
While watching it burn she pulled out her phone and called an HW front group.
"Wayne's pizza, how can I help you?" The voice on the other end was a young, probably early twenties, man.
"I want a single slice of pepperoni." That was the code phrase, they'd secure the line after five seconds.
"Will that be all?" The man drawled, extending the sentence to take up the majority of the five second wait time.
"I also want to report in. Code 58 32 49 5-5 0-0." Her personal identification code, without it they'd deny everything.
"What do you have to report." Another, older, man said. He was a section chief of HW that had replaced Meisner after his death, they got along well enough, but she didn't exactly agree with how they did things. Not anymore.
"I killed a Wesen in Seattle, they might find my DNA on the scene. Just wanted to know if you'll make it disappear if they find it."
"We can spare the resources, assuming it was an approved target, sure." Her problem was, in part, with the definition of 'appropriate target'. Theirs was too wide, and it seemed like killing was preferred to arrests, even with Wesen that could easily be contained in a prison.
"Bone-sucking serial-killer. There's some victims in Seattle but there' also a few he killed on the way here."
"We'll of course double check your story but, assuming it checks out, consider yourself untouchable. Was that all?"
"I also want to know if you've heard back from the top about that other thing," she said.
"We'll consider implementing it if the council gets on board. For your proposal to work at all they'd have to be in charge of almost every aspect of it, which is troubling, but if they can offer some assurances we'd be more than willing to cooperate."
"That's good then." If all went well it'd mean that the Grosersauger might be the only Wesen she'd have to kill in Seattle.
"Is that all."
"Yeah that's it."
He hung up.
After she'd doused the Grosersauger with the remaining gas his fat caught fire too. It took a while but eventually it burned almost completely, leaving almost nothing but bones. She moved the corpse into an extra charred area with some rubble, where it blended in nicely, then left.
Trubel had called Hasle after she'd stashed the body. They didn't have a long chat, just half an hour or so, but she'd figured right that her friend would be worried, after all: she had 'almost died' last time she ran into the Grosersauger.
The next morning Kathrine, the Klaustreich, called and told her she'd identified the reinybashers based on the injuries. Turned out they were the same assholes who were beating up some random kid the first time she visited the neighborhood.