Flash Mob at the Morgue

It was an average night in the city, people went about their nightly bussiness wether of the legal persuasion, or less legal. No matter how pristine people liked to showcase their city as, there was always the presence of those who prove that every city in existence is anything but pristine, no matter how much people may try to allude otherwise. Case in point, city officials would have you believe that the morgue located in the apartment building underneath a highway overpass was just that, an old morgue shut down a few years ago due to sanitation issues. And indeed, many people including many of those same city officials, do in fact believe that, simply ignoring the smoke that can sometimes be seen from its chimney. It could happen for any number of reasons, maybe some bum or squatter is just keeping warm at night, not really worth looking into for most. But the criminal underground is rarely so obvious as that. For those who pay attention to their sources, this place is supposedly the center of a black market organ dealer. That alone wouldn't be enough to bring even the attention of the observant, there were plenty other high profile organ harvestors out there.

The catch? Many have shown to be going out of bussiness, and some of them are top providers, all thanks to this little morgue. Most organ traders could only take so many clients at a time, as they spend weeks, sometimes days, looking for a good "donor". But this place has the kind of buyer traffic you'd expect from a candy store. Most places could provide a few dozen organs a month, but this place was churning them out like they were going out of style. Indeed with the amount of organs being sold so consistently and in such quantities, one could assume the city had an alarming epidemic of missing peoples reports and organ thefts. But there weren't. In fact, the rate of missing peoples and organ theft reports have not significantly risen at all since it came to bussiness. This "closed morgue" was providing black market organs of decent quality, in great quantities, almost on demand, at cheaper prices than the grand majority of its competition, and at no increase in donor victims. None of it added up.

If anyone did notice, and decided to investigate, they would find that the morgue was boarded up and all the doors locked. However, some of the boards on the windows were loose enough that someone could possibly make their way in with some effort. Inside they would find the majority of the place dusty, molded, or some combination of the two, with various pieces of furniture left behind when it was closed. Down some stairs leading to the morgue furnaces, one would come to a heavy wood door, one with a sliding metal viewing slit near the top. The door would be locked by what might sound like numerous locks. On the other side, noises and voices could be heard.

The metal slit to the door opened and showed a pair of green emerald eyes, wearing a fedora and some kind of high-tech gasmask.

"You're a day early, I don't have them ready yet, I'm backed up on orders as it is. You can tell Klaus that if he's really so eager for those livers he can either wait another day, like we agreed, or he can cull some of that rampant alcoholism in his boys. And for god-sake, use the damn passwords I give, I swear if you show up again without the password, i'll just shoot you, I won't even bother talking to you, just blam, dead." The man said, or at least thats what one could assume, the gas mask must have a voice synthesizer in it, because the voice that came out was digitally distorted.

"You're lucky I met you in our first meeting or else I would have blown you away the first time you-....wait a minute, you're not the usual guy! What the hell happened to the other guy?"

Felix fixed his green eyes on the man through the slit in the door, giving the man (apparently also called Felix) a stern look in silence for about a minute. During that minute shuffling and scraping could be heard on the other side of the door. The Felix at the door kept his magnum aimed at the Detective, keeping it hidden behind the door.

"Come inside, hands where I can see them." Felix said, revealing the very big hand cannon of a magnum in his hand. Leading in the detective, he would see a gourney with a body on top of it with the face covored up. In front of it were 3 other men all wearing the same outfit as the one from the door, a clean dress shirt and black vest with a black and white fedora, as well as that curious gas mask. All three sat in a chair with the same type of gun pointed at the detective.

"Now then, for the time being you can call us Flash Mob."

"I'll be asking the questions here, and you will answer them."

"You can start by giving us a reason not to simply blast you now and disappear."

"You can start by telling us what you mean exactly by 'favors'." They said, each one taking turns speaking, all speaking in the exact same distorted voice.

The multiple identical men kept their guns trained on Felix as he spoke, listening to what he had to say.

"Oh great, another one of you godly ass-kissers."

"I have a habit of despising smug people."

"Who think they're above it all, untouchable."

"People who rely on some higher power to keep them from living and dying in the same dirt as the rest of us."

"I ain't lazy, i'd kill you and cover my tracks even if all it would do is spite you a little."

"As far as i'm concerned, we're all on the same rotten level."

"Anyone who thinks their higher than anybody else is resting on their own imaginary pedestal."

"I don't like people like you."

"I don't like your smug face."

"And your goddess can huff paint for all I care."

"Only one thing is gonna save your holy asshole."

"I ain't looking for a friend, i'm looking for profit."

"So either you spill the beans on what you're offering..."

"Or I spill your brains on the wall over there." They all said, simultaneously cocking their guns in perfect synch for emphasis.

Once Felix finished repeating what he said, all of the men let out the same chuckle at once.

"Oh I heard you, I just wanted to see if you were gonna keep trying to be a smug bastard about it. But you've shown you can change that attitude of yours when the situation demands, so congratulations, I now hate you slightly less." They all said at the same time.

"But, you still aren't speaking my language." One of them said, before the ones who were sitting got up and started circling around Felix.

"You're offering me anonymity, but it's something I've lived without before, out in the real world."

"What I'm looking for in this deal is one of two things, money, and power."

"If you aren't looking to spend a lot of cash, then the next best thing would be some dirt on your fellow officers."

"Something to twist their arms with if the need arises." They said. One of them walked over to a locked cabinet at the back of the room and retrieved a small number of folders before walking back.

"These folders have five names."

"Not very big ones, but bigger than your average thug."

"As a gesture of trust, I'll only ask for four names from you in return....don't esxpect that often."

"If you're really so loyal though, then I want $4,500."

"Oh, and if you could make me disappear too that would be swell. For added security."

"That's what I'm looking for detective, now are you willing to provide?"