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From: Paracelses
'Another one bites the dust.' The two police officers look at the notice pinned up on the telephone pole, the same as notices pinned up on telephone poles, bulletin boards, sides of buildings, and stapled to various stray animals and vagrants' skin all over the city. "What do you think it means, sir? Gang activity?"
The detective shakes his head grimly. "Seems more like organized crime." He smirks wryly to hide his actually very keen mind, for such things cause jealousy, making for a quite unproductive work environment. "And, this is not gloating. This is a warning. A warning of what they can do, have done, and will do again until they have what they want."
The junior police officer nods as they move on to gather information on the next seemingly random placement of 'warnings' all over the city.