Richard Chelsea Max
Dick sighed as he left home for the day pretty early as he rushed to get dressed. He donned his regular attire of a vest, dress pants, and corresponding shoes and shirt, while keeping his notably messy hair unbrushed. It had been a busy day the day before that left him in a bit of a predicament, he was now in possession of a interesting if not dangerous item in his pocket. It was known as Red mist, which took on almost a syrupy texture to it and as the name implied it was a murky red color almost reminiscent of blood. It was very obviously meant to be injected into the body as it was in a vial that had a hypodermic needle poking out of one of the ends and seemed to have some sort of quick injection feature that did not need the person who was using it to press a button. All and all the substance that he had was more than ready to be injected into whatever decided to use it.
The story behind the substance was relatively brief, Dick knew, as the drug itself seemed to have a very short history on the island in that it was just created. He was actually one of the only people, that he knew of, with a vial and he was determined to not only avoid using it, but also turn it in to the authorities. This was a untested and unregistered drug that was intended to be used on himself. And they indeed would have gotten him to use it if not for the preparatory measures he took in advance to not actually do so.
He rushed as fast as he could into the city and to the nearest police office that he knew of and he walked into the door. He strolled up to the counter and said to the person in front of him.
"I would like to report the testing of an unregistered and Dangerous substance without any sort of clearance on the general public. Is this the right place to do so?"
The story behind the substance was relatively brief, Dick knew, as the drug itself seemed to have a very short history on the island in that it was just created. He was actually one of the only people, that he knew of, with a vial and he was determined to not only avoid using it, but also turn it in to the authorities. This was a untested and unregistered drug that was intended to be used on himself. And they indeed would have gotten him to use it if not for the preparatory measures he took in advance to not actually do so.
He rushed as fast as he could into the city and to the nearest police office that he knew of and he walked into the door. He strolled up to the counter and said to the person in front of him.
"I would like to report the testing of an unregistered and Dangerous substance without any sort of clearance on the general public. Is this the right place to do so?"