The Coroner thought he needed a little R&R from tending to dead bodies. Few of the women winked as they passed by his slim, muscular form. Ashley could not help but smile at each of them even as he walked the miles towards a place he saw in an ad when he picked it up at a local tourist spot in the city. He carried the guide with him in case he got himself lost. He parked his old, light blue cadillac in the front then exited the vehicle with his booklet tucked away in his right hand. This was a nice spot if you was hungry, needed a touch of buzz to brighten your day (or night). Head of the New Orleans Morgue and you could find his name in the newspapers or yellow pages. He walked some miles before an older woman somewhere in her mid thirties saw his face, seen his picture somewhere. "Dr. Dillon! Dr. Dillon!"One of the bodies he was working on was actually related to this lady.

She had pale green eyes, a few wrinkles under her eyes and cheekbones then looked to the beautiful stranger who turned out to be this Coroner who she recognized. His last name addressed as the woman grabbed his left strong arm. He looked down at her not sure if he seen her anywhere before, no predictions either. "My daughter? She's dead. I heard about it."She was getting ready to cry, her body was going to crumble then thought they should sit down somewhere like outside where there was a table near the sidewalk where a man looking like a tourist was taking snapshots, didn't know him. His attention on one of the bodies he's working on was this lady's young child, she was devastated. Yes, he gets this all of the time.

Death was hard, very hard to let go no matter how long it is the loved one left those people that loved them, sometimes, it was a horrible discovery to not see your child come into the house, shouting, telling mom or dad that she did bad on her tests or that she was going out with a guy she liked. One day, the person is gone from you in a heartbeat. One thing about life is that it's always ready to surprise you rather it's a good surprise or bad one. Ashley dealt with a lot of people who could not let go. Even had someone kill themself cause his fiancee' died. The world was a mess. He's seen it, dealt with it, and knew it. "Let's eat. I am hungry, come."He wasn't lying, he had not eaten anything in awhile since his mind was on the victims relatives. The woman nodded, following him to get some hamburgers and fries, the woman got a salad. Cold drink in hand, they walked out to sit at an unoccupied table. The wind blew into his dark mane, his bangs flipped a little.

Then the woman asked him one simple question. "I want the bastard who done this! Brought to justice!"She said in hot anger. Anger. One of the emotions felt instead of sadness. He gets this too. This is going to be one of the longest conversations ever. "Yes, I am sure whoever killed these happy people will be dealt with. Give us sometime."He smiled, the woman finished her meal a few seconds later then looked at him again, trusting as the Coroner he'll find out what happened to them as it was his job to do just that. Watching he leave, he bit into burger looking to the other customers who was in their own little world. Happiness. He thought of the girl and boy too, their happiness did not last as half of these people.

Hello hello, do I see a fish on the hook? Titus thought to himself as he spotted a man leaning back from the few on the street corner with his camera. He took another picture of the man and looked at it in the view finder. Eyes looked over the pixels as he studied the man and debated on whether or not he was a threat. The glasses made Titus worry a bit. Anyone in those glasses were hiding something, which sent him quietly on edge.

In front of him he heard a weeping woman talking about getting her daughter back. For a second he listened, wondering if she was one of the mothers of the two girls he had to kill in the execution. Quietly he prayed she wasn't. If she was, Titus was honor bound to get up and tell her the truth and take whatever repercussions she was willing to dish out.

He sighed a bit of relief when he heard the man she was with talk about a man and a woman. If they were talking about his execution there would be a few more bodies on the floor for that. Titus was still unnerved though. The woman brought back old feelings and the guy on the other side of the street gave him a little tingle as well. He'd heard of the vigilante style dealer drop off from a few nights or so back. Publically Titus would call the act brazen and morally offensive, privately Titus cheered on anyone that could help in the fight with what was going wrong in the street.

The pair of guys a little bit away from him were eventually joined by another pair. Jett listened in as the four would huddle up 4th and goal style. He didn't have extra sensory hearing, nor did he have any sort of magic he could weave to help him hear better. And of course, due to the sort of magic he possessed, using a device of some sort to accomplish the same goal would only backfire, as the thing would no doubt short circuit, spark, and possibly even explode if near him. So, he was confined to just listening as best he could.

Of course, he wasn't close enough to hear perfectly, but due to a wire, which was a lot less high tech than a device to enhance his hearing, he would record what he could, and possibly discern something more at a later date. The moment he heard 'V', he'd smirk, and pull that cigarette from his lips. He'd drop it to the sidewalk, and smush it with his foot to put it out. He would move from the side of the building he leaned on, and staggard over to the four.

He acted his heart out.  His hair was a mess, and his appearance was what he deemed best for someone low on money, and spending every last cent on things like drugs and alcohol. His stature was shaky, jittery, and he spoke with an equally jittery voice.

"Hey man.... I overheard what ya's sayin', .... got any I could buy off ya?" His hands wrung together, as he glanced here and there, putting on the facade that he looked to make sure no one overheard them, but the poor lot of them, their response would be heard loud and clear as he stood right in front of them.

"We got some alright..." one of them said, the one with the clearest voice, clearly the one in charge. He'd reach into a pocket, and produce a vial. This one wasn't clear, so the red liquid within was not easily visible. A special vial made for street dealin'.

"Oh man, that's great." Jett would say with a bit of mock glee in his face as his eyes lit up for them. "So hard to find these days... where you gettin' it?"

"Can't let that information out buddy, the streets ain't safe for that kind of information."

Jett nodded feverishly, as he continued to wring his hands and nod his head. "Oh yes, yes, yes. What am I thinking, asking you that here?" Suddenly, he'd lean in very close, causing the man to jump slightly as he leaned back. Jett's jittering and wavering would stop instantly, and in a cold, clear voice, he said. "I'll ask you downtown."

All their eyes went wide, but it would do no good to try and run or fight back. Jett's body dropped to the street, and using the back of his heel as a pivot point, he spun his body around, and took the legs out from underneath all four guys. To the black top they'd go, as he pulled a pair of handcuffs from the back pocket of his jeans. His grey shirt had been long enough to cover the back pockets, and so one had not be able to tell if that was a wallet or anything else in his back pocket. The first two guys would be cuffed, as the other two attempted to scramble to their feet and run away. Jett would glance over his shoulder as he grummbled and glared at them. He'd reach for his gun at his back, but would he make it in time.

He simply observed the man sitting at the table immediately stand up, walk over to intercede this friction going on. Ashley wasn't a man of war for he was the guy who wheeled in still men and women in his Morgue. Ashley picked up his cup sipping more of the cold beverage not sure what to do at this rate. The fellowed putting on a good role of a crippled man in need of something caught his peripheral gaze. A beautiful, carved knife sat on the inside of his right ankle as it was his people's entrusted weapon to use as an offensive defender if need be. None of his species lived without one, though, pretty damn rare. Did he fit in with the gang? Nope. His goal was seeking answers to the victims connections with relatives, friends, did they have any enemies and all things dead was his forte. If things do become worse than they already are, he'll go help but until that time he comes he'll sit at the table pondering of his next set of moves.

It finally took him a long time to figure out the four guys cuffed, the shady fellow running towards him. At a rate this was going there wasn't any bodies around here but it did not mean he could not head on over there to check. Slipping from his seat, he would stop a few distance away from the police officers, his hair blowing as he took an image of their forms. The Greek-American started over to greet them, he wasn't wearing any lab coats or gloves so who were these people anyway? Hopefully, they did not end up in the place where the unfortunate wounds up. "Is everything going well? I was watching."He stood on the left of the other man who came to be of use, guess, he ought to make himself opened not keep his person hidden for much longer than already has.

As the Coroner he was the man to do his duty as these cops did theirs. Know how that goes when bad shit happens. Cops, the paramedics, the fire trucks, the coroner van should any death become known in the area. Let's just say a lot of these guys work in line depending on the situation. Cops and the coroner could make it all come to life, it ought to make front page headlines. Ashley wasn't behind the scenes, he just kept his head up unless his expertise is needed.

Titus smiled to the guy for a minute as he took down the last two. As mentioned if they got far, he was going to pursue but the mostly obvious rook had it well in hand. He moved down to the blue duffelbag and walked it back to the guy setting it at his side and then went back to his version of rubbernecking. Titus clipped his badge to his belt and then produced his memory card from the camera and handed it to the guy. "Here this might help a little more incremenating evidence. They made two more deals before you showed up." Titus said is simply. His plan was ultimately to wait for them to run out of supply and track them up the food chain. But having this fine young man arrest them instead would have worked too.

( >.> Ignore this, you saw nothing. )