ACT ONE: SOUTHSIDE CHICAGO LARP
Chapter 2: o shid o fugg he need some milk
"Stoop, what the fuck are we going to do? The book club is coming over in half an hour!" Chloe shouted.
"We gotta get rid of this body," Stoop Kid replied. "Since it's still daylight outside, we'll have to bring it inside until we find the best way how."
"Stoop, look at that fat fuck. There's no way we're going to drag him inside easy, let alone hide that shit. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"He was talking into an earpiece before he came up the sidewalk, Chloe. He's bugged with something. He's an agent for someone, I guarantee it. We didn't get everyone in Helga's warehouse that night, and I bet she's calling shots from the inside. Put the green light on my ass. We have to get him inside before someone sees this shit and calls the cops on us."
Chloe ultimately agreed that having the law arrive would be the last thing she wanted, not only because there was a man with only most of his head attached laying at their front step, but also because she was openly in an interracial relationship. She assisted Stoop Kid in dragging the body into the foyer of the home.
"Alright. I'll drag him into the basement. You go fill up a bucket or something with water and rinse off the sidewalk and scrub the floors real quick. I'll leave the basement door locked, so we can worry about any blood in there later." Stoop Kid said.
Chloe returned to the kitchen and retrieved her mop and bucket from the closet. She then went back to the front walk and washed away what blood and cranial offal was present before returning to the foyer to clean the floor there, as well as the floor near the staircase.
Meanwhile, Stoop Kid had rolled the man's lifeless body down the stairs and into the basement. Wanting to destroy any communications and tracking devices the man may have on him, he began searching the man's clothes for such items. In the man's right pocket, he a ring of keys. In his left, a wallet which contained a badge and what appeared to be an ID from some kind of detective agency. It also contained a membership card for the Lions Club (degenerate, godless furries he surmised), six dollars, a coupon to Aldi, and a drivers license. Stoop Kid took out the drivers license and saw that it identified this man as "Guðmundur Smith." Even if he had not found this item, what he barely overheard on the man's earpiece would soon confirm the same.
"Blue Falcon 1-4, this is Blue Falcon Actual, how copy?"
