Commander Blake began to hack into the mainframe system carefully, his two colleagues, Shizuku Tonderui and a Cyborg named simply Master Chief stood watch in front of him, patiently waiting for anything to happen. "Shit, two walkers and a scuttler! Fire in the hole!" Shizuku yelled, pulling and holding the trigger on the shotgun. Master Chief just began to fire his automatic rifle while Blake kept hacking into the system. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Shizuku kept firing and switched to his flamethrower, but it was too late, a walker stabbed Shizuku in the neck, the tentacle bursting through the back of Shizuku's neck. He grabbed his neck, trying to pull the tentacle out. Shizuku pulled the trigger on the flamethrower, burning off the tentacle and burning up the walker. He fell to the ground, Master Chief knelt down "Your going to be ok Shizuku" he said blankly. "You're a shitty liar Chief, it was.an honor working with you guys." Shizuku sputtered out before his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "That was it your honor, we did not kill Shizuku at all. We couldn't save him, god knows we wanted to." Blake finished, after the tape from Master Chiefs video recorder finished. "I see, well, so that's is it? So how is it that Shizuku has a bullet hole in his arm, leg, and three bullets in his chest?" The judge asked. "Yes, well that we have no part of." Blake replied calmly. "I see, well, you're free to go. Court is adjourned." The judge said, rapping his gavel on the pad. Blake sighed a breath of relief, he didn't know what it was that happened to Shizuku down there, all he knew is it couldn't have been good. In the morgue, the autopsy was being preformed on Shizuku's body. It was one of the weirdest cases the Coroner had seen ever. He wrote in his log, it looked something like this "Day 2 of the study of the horror body, or so my colleagues have named it. I have found multiple wounds in the chest cavity; they seemed to be what can only be explained as thin but firm holes. One arm has been mutated into what seems to be two thick appendages, tentacles even. His brain has decreased it's capacity by ten percent, two parts remained, pain, and the malicious intent of killing anything. Its teeth have even been changed, sharpened, and fanged even. As for the skin color, ebony white with hints of red veins and blue speckles. Autopsy to be completed tomorrow, chief Coroner, John Deacon." When John Deacon went to get Shizuku's body for the last report, it was gone. He crept down, hearing the sound of a steady dripping sound. Deacon looked around, curious as to what that sound was. When he opened the cold storage door he found his assistant, dead. Deacon backed away in horror, his assistant had been gutted and hanged with his own organs. The purple and blue veined organs held the man on a meat hook, the steady drip from the ripped body; the man's heart was still pumping blood, as if he was alive still. Deacon notified the police and was taken into the witness protection program, the FBI disclosed the case of a simple body stealing, and the assistant was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Deacon couldn't help but wonder as he sat in his new home in Detroit, if the FBI report was true, who wanted a body so badly; they would kill a man so gruesomely for it?