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DRAKE slowly makes her way over to the pair of bodies sprawled against a wooden crate. A fine layer of dusty sand covered the box's grainy surface, and as DRAKE knelt down beside the farthest of the two bodies she could see it just barely covered them too. She could see dried flecks of blood on the topsoil, and a dozen or so 9mm cartridges. She cautiously took the revolver in her hand and pressed the side of the barrel against the corpses head; like a child probing a dead animal in the woods with a stick, she pushed his head aside to reveal a bloody gash that cut deeply against his neck so deep she could see the bone. She tensed her body a little, the gruesome scene didn't need a scientist to figure out. Who ever or what ever killed this man-these men had been highly aggressive and aimed for vital areas. She would speculate it would have been a long razor sharp blade or claw that did this damage...but if it were a claw the animal would had to have been around her height or just under her height...
She holstered her gun and looked around. The men had some visible claw marks on their bodies, others simply looked lifeless. She speculated that this area had to be used as some makeshift storage facility. Though, from the bodies and lack of surrounding life she also speculated this supply area had been abandoned for the past two or three days. She looked back at the body, looking at the gun in his hand. A Browning semi-automatic pistol. It would explain the nine-mil cartridges laying about. She carefully pulled back the slide of the gun-but sighed when she found it empty. His partner's gun had ammo, but the slide could barely budge. She was at least fortunate she didn't need firepower this very second, but she did really want to find out what happened to her guns-her fathers was among those that were taken.
This thought further increased the mystery-who took her weapons and why? She had already put two and two together with the helicopter and her lack to remember much about where she was is that she was on that death trap at one point. She doubted that the crash coincided with the murder of these unknown individuals-or that the crash killed them.

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DRAKE slowly makes her way over to the pair of bodies sprawled against a wooden crate. A fine layer of dusty sand covered the box's grainy surface, and as DRAKE knelt down beside the farthest of the two bodies she could see it just barely covered them too. She could see dried flecks of blood on the topsoil, and a dozen or so 9mm cartridges. She cautiously took the revolver in her hand and pressed the side of the barrel against the corpses head; like a child probing a dead animal in the woods with a stick, she pushed his head aside to reveal a bloody gash that cut deeply against his neck so deep she could see the bone. She tensed her body a little, the gruesome scene didn't need a scientist to figure out. Who ever or what ever killed this man-these men had been highly aggressive and aimed for vital areas. She would speculate it would have been a long razor sharp blade or claw that did this damage...but if it were a claw the animal would had to have been around her height or just under her height...
She holstered her gun and looked around. The men had some visible claw marks on their bodies, others simply looked lifeless. She speculated that this area had to be used as some makeshift storage facility. Though, from the bodies and lack of surrounding life she also speculated this supply area had been abandoned for the past two or three days. She looked back at the body, looking at the gun in his hand. A Browning semi-automatic pistol. It would explain the nine-mil cartridges laying about. She carefully pulled back the slide of the gun-but sighed when she found it empty. His partner's gun had ammo, but the slide could barely budge. She was at least fortunate she didn't need firepower this very second, but she did really want to find out what happened to her guns-her fathers was among those that were taken.
This thought further increased the mystery-who took her weapons and why? She had already put two and two together with the helicopter and her lack to remember much about where she was is that she was on that death trap at one point. She doubted that the crash coincided with the murder of these unknown individuals-or that the crash killed them.