the angel far away for once,
its sining eyes visible even as fog rolled in,
giving orders to cover the site from rain,
her two techs worked in unison
organising the tent,
a hand grey,
two fingers missing,
likely wolves from the bites
winter noted down,
site acceptably secure,
the techs now in clean suits start unearthing the hand and around it,
walking past officers and the still vomiting hiker who found the hand,
just another day,
back to work,
time passed,
jaw intact, tooth impressions taken,
meat left on head , arms and legs,
neck to abdomen bare bone,
found a usb stuck in the right bicep
bagged for later,
looking in the pit i managed to pull out a
sodden book bag,
neatly folded clothing...
Tech - serial killer?
rules are rules,
i tried to joke,
a nice break from the crispy bodies the other day,
the smell and needing a saw to cut flesh,
normal clothing, and putting in my mp3,
a long drive back ahead...

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