PULSE

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<center>[[PULSE]] <img src="Assets/FullMoon.jpg"> By Quentin J. Goodwin</center>

You are Clifford Munday, an African American field operative for the Paranormal United Law and Security Enterprise or "PULSE." Cliff travels with his unit to investigate a murder in the peaceful town of Neshoba, South Dakota, a small community populated by citizens with lycanthropy. The victim - a teenage female, 14 years of age - was found in a warehouse near town square with a silver bullet in her head. It’s the third in a series of murders and local law enforcement is having trouble quelling tensions in the town. On top of this, an ancient curse was put over the land hundreds of years ago that causes night skies to remain clear and the full moon displays every night at dusk. Cliff and the team must solve the murder before nightfall... [[Begin Investigation]] <audio autoplay> <source src="Assets/guitarloop.mp3"></audio>

Cliff and the team arrive in Neshoba via transport plane in the baseball field. The locals are hostile towards outsiders. Brooke West, the unit's lycan operative was sent to help diffuse tension, but it does little to help. Reuben Harker, the team's vampire operative is taunted by a couple of hicks on the way to the crime scene. "Cold-blooded scum!" one local yells. "Oh, I'll show you cold-blooded!" Reuben shouts back. He approaches them at their store front. Cliff: [["Let it go, Reuben! We've got work to do."]] [[Do Nothing.]]

Reuben gives the hicks a dirty look and follows the others to the scene of the crime. [[Investigate Crime Scene ]]

Reuben grabs one of the locals by the throat. They attack. Brooke jumps in to break up the fight, but more locals watch them. There's murder in their eyes. The group leaves to confrontation and make their way to the scene of the crime. [[Investigate Crime Scene]]

"44. Magnum bullet wound..." Cliff mutters. "The stereotype is that it takes a silver bullet to the heart in wolf form to kill a lycan, but that's not the only thing that can kill them. The killer was trying to make a statement. A bullet to the head post-transformation doesn't seem like the M.O. for a human hunter and any halfway intelligent human would know attacking a town full of werewolves is a death sentence. It's possible the killer is another lycan." "What?!" the Sheriff exclaims. "That can't be possible!" [[Gently move head]] [[Examine wrist]] [[Talk to Sheriff]]

<center><img src="Assets/Warehouse.jpg"> </center> Sheriff Donnelly Fleming is there to greet them at the warehouse. The victim lays in the back where the coroner finishes his report. Cliff kneels to examine the body - young brunette, her clothes torn. The dried blood from the bullet wound drips from the side of her forehead, her eyes and mouth closed as if only sleeping. "Katherine Mars, 14 years old," the Sheriff explains. "Attended Neshoba Middle School, just around the block. One potential witness was at the scene." "Time of death?" Cliff asks. "Approximately 7:00am," the Sheriff answers. "About 10 minutes after everyone turns back to normal." "That explains the torn clothing," Cliff says [[Examine bullet wound ]] [[Gently move head ]] [[Examine wrist ]] [[Talk to Sheriff ]]

"Red mark and slight lacerations," Cliff says. "There was a brief struggle. Killer was probably wearing some kind of rough gloves. She was grabbed, shot, then brought here. No other marks. They wanted her to be found like this..." [[Examine bullet wound]] [[Gently move head]] [[Talk to Sheriff]]

The Sheriff approaches Cliff. "I understand you want this investigation to be as thorough as possible, but we can't have the town thinking one of their own is targeting them," the Sheriff says. "It's bad for morale. If it's all the same to you, we're going to tell the public that the killer is a terrorist posing as a lycan here in town." Cliff looks puzzled. "But you haven't had any new residents in years." "Yes," says the Sheriff. "But the townsfolk are already on edge. No need to push them any farther." Cliff: [[Go with the lie]] [[Call out the Sheriff]]

"Only a little blood under the head," Cliff said. "A 44. Magnum round would leave quite a mess. The body was moved here posthumously." [[Examine bullet wound]] [[Examine wrist]] [[Talk to Sheriff]]

<center><img src="Assets/Warehouse.jpg"> </center> Sheriff Donnelly Fleming is there to greet them at the warehouse. The victim lays in the back where the coroner finishes his report. Cliff kneels to examine the body - young brunette, her clothes torn. The dried blood from the bullet wound drips from the side of her forehead, her eyes and mouth closed as if only sleeping. "Katherine Mars, 14 years old," the Sheriff explains. "Attended Neshoba Middle School, just around the block. One potential witness was at the scene." "Time of death?" Cliff asks. "Approximately 7:00am," the Sheriff answers. "About 10 minutes after everyone turns back to normal." "That explains the torn clothing," Cliff says. [[Examine bullet wound]] [[Gently move head]] [[Examine wrist]] [[Talk to Sheriff]]

Cliff sighs. "Fine. As long as it doesn't interfere with the investigation." The Sheriff nods. "Thank you, Agent Munday." Cliff heads outside to speak to the witness. [[Talk to witness ]]

"Spreading misinformation, Sheriff?" Cliff says. "I thought you were better than that." The Sheriff Deputy overhears nearby and steps in. "Excuse me, sir!" he says. "You better watch your tone." The Sheriff calms him down. "It's fine," the Sheriff says. "Agent Munday, right? Your superiors told me about you. Big crusader. Listen, things aren't as black and white as you might see them here. This is a complicated situation and I'm doing what's best for my people. If you can't cooperate with us, then you can leave. That understood?" Cliff shrugs. "Whatever you say," he replies. He heads out to speak to the witness. [[Go back.->Talk to witness ]]

Cliff approaches a young blonde woman in the alley outside the warehouse. "Terra Mccloud, right?" Cliff says. "You saw the murderer this morning?" Terra nods. "I did. Right after the cool down. I was coming out from my wolf state and I saw her stumbling along. Our unwritten rule here is when you see someone cooling down, you help them along. I followed her into town, but I lost track somewhere by the old mill. Then I saw a tall man in a long black jacket with a flipped up collar. He had long black hair and wore a black face mask. He was carrying her in his arms, but I could see the bullet hole in her...her head." Cliff: [["Were his clothes torn?"]] [["Did you hear gunshots?"]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?"]] [[Move On ]]

Cliff approaches a young blonde woman in the alley outside the warehouse. "Terra Mccloud, right?" Cliff says. "You saw the murderer this morning?" Terra nods. "I did. Right after the cool down. I was coming out from my wolf state and I saw her stumbling along. Our unwritten rule here is when you see someone cooling down, you help them along. I followed her into town, but I lost track somewhere by the old mill. Then I saw a tall man in a long black jacket with a flipped up collar. He had long black hair and wore a black face mask. He was carrying her in his arms, but I could see the bullet hole in her...her head." Cliff: [["Were his clothes torn?" ]] [["Did you hear gunshots?" ]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?" ]] [[Move On ]]

"No," Terra says. "He looked perfectly pristine, like he hadn't just come out of a wolf state. He had to be a human." [["Did you hear gunshots?"]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?"]] [[Move On ]]

"No," Terra says. "It was quiet all morning. I saw him and I got out of dodge." [["Were his clothes torn?"]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?"]] [[Move On ]]

A boy walks by and pickpockets Brooke. She whips around as the boy takes off down a dirt road and into the forest nearby. Brooke takes off after him. "My badge!" Brooke shouts. "Brooke!" Cliff calls. "Get back here!" she yells, running after the kid. Cliff and Reuben take off after her. They chase the kid uphill and into a trailer park. When they reach the middle, a group of rough-looking grease heads spot the newcomers. They stand up and surround the unit. The boy glances back with a smirk as he heads up the steps of the trailer, but the door swings open, knocking him to the ground. Out steps Horace, leader of the bunch. "Well, what have you dragged in for us today, Markie?" Horace growls. Cliff: [[*Pulls gun* "Don't move another step!"]] [["It's cool! Everybody's cool."]] [["We're in the middle of an investigation. If you cooperate, we'll get to the bottom of this."]]

"Not that I could see, but he had a coat on," Terra says. "Maybe he holstered it or something." "So possibly a silenced .44 Magnum revolver," Cliff says. "Why something so dramatic?" [["Were his clothes torn?"]] [["Did you hear gunshots?"]] [[Move On ]]

Horace laughs, as does his men. "Let's show our tourists a nice time," he says. Cliff: [[Shoot Horace!]] [[Dodge attack from behind!]]

Horace creeps closer. Horace: "Are we cool?" Cliff: "We can be. We're here for an investigation and we don't have time for this. Give my colleague her badge back and we won't have any problems." Horace: "Hmm. All this over a badge? You know if I was actually allowed to fight for this country, I'd actually know the value of a badge. Too bad I'm too scary for the 'humans.'" Cliff: [["That's your problem, bud. Now give up the badge!"]] [["Listen. We just want to get to the bottom of this murder. If you help us, we'll get one step closer to that goal."]]

Horace: "Investigation? I ain't hear nothing about that." Cliff: "We were brought in to find out what happened to a local girl that was killed this morning." Horace: "Supposing you're right. I'm just supposed to assume you humans have our best interest at heart when you're the ones hunting us down?" Cliff: [["So you know about the silver bullet. I thought you didn't hear about that."]] [["The killer is one of yours."]]

"I know about the others," Horace says. "Regardless, we're tired of being the hunted ones. You target one of our young, you're targeting all of us." "We're not the ones who took her out," Cliff says. "That's what we're trying to find out. If you help us, we'll get one step closer to that goal." Horace squints at him, suspicious. Then, he relents. "Fine," he says. "What is it you want?" [[Get Brooke's badge back]] [[Speak to locals]] [[Search Trailers]]

"All you feds do is lie," Horace says. "It's time we start taking the fight to you sons of bitches. Get 'em!" Cliff: [[Shoot Horace!]] [[Dodge attack from behind!]]

Horace steps on the boy's face with his work boot and pries the PULSE badge from his hand. "Here you are!" says Horace. Brooke steps forth to take it. "Thanks..." Brooke replies. [[Speak to locals]] [[Search Trailers]]

Cliff approaches one of the trailer park owners, an older woman with a baby in her arms. When he approaches, she spits at his feet. He turns and keeps it moving. [[Get Brooke's badge back]] [[Search Trailers]]

Cliff and the team enter Horace's trailer to look around. The cramped living room space is filthy and covered with trash and dirty clothes. Cliff spots a couple of number magnets arranged on the fridge in the kitchen: 1-1-0-8. He moves on towards to the back, discovering a stained air mattress pushed against the wall. He lifts it out of the way to find a crawl space in the wall where a suitcase sits. Cliff pulls out the suitcase and looks at the four-number lock dial. [[Enter Code]]

At the PULSE safehouse on the outskirts of town, Cliff leans over his desk with photos and notes on a bulletin board across from his bed. He contemplates the clues. Horace was arrested and was even coerced into confessing to the murder, but there was more to this. Horace was an employee at the local lumberyard and he's always been at work at 7:00am sharp. He plans around his transformations meticulously so he's never late. And there's one more caveat: Horace's father married Sheriff Fleming's mother. They're stepbrothers. Cliff decides to pay Sheriff Fleming a visit. [[Go to the Sheriff's Office]]

Horace is shot through the arm. He flops onto his back. The wolves attack with a ferocity that the team can't hold back. They are overwhelmed and killed... *Game Over! Click Arrow To Return* <audio autoplay> <source src="Assets/gunshot.mp3"></audio>

Cliff rolls out of the way of a bat and kicks his attacker's legs out from under him. Reuben and Brooke use their enhanced strength and speed to take out the rest of Horace's crew. Cliff shoots Horace's knee out, then pistol whips him. Horace flops to the ground. The team looks around, the park quiet. A woman's baby cries nearby as she tries to calm her. "That could have gone smoother..." Cliff says. [[Search Trailers ]]

Horace squints at him, suspicious. Then, he relents. "Fine," he says. "What is it you want?" [[Get Brooke's badge back ]] [[Speak to locals ]] [[Search Trailers]]

Cliff and the team enter Horace's trailer to look around. The cramped living room space is filthy and covered with trash and dirty clothes. Cliff spots a couple of number magnets arranged on the fridge in the kitchen: 1-1-0-8. He moves on towards to the back, discovering a stained air mattress. He lifts it out of the way to find a crawl space in the wall where a suitcase sits. Cliff pulls out the suitcase and looks at the four-number lock dial. [[Enter Code ]]

Horace laughs, as does his men. "Let's show our tourists a nice time," he says. Cliff: [[Shoot Horace!]] [[Dodge attack from behind!]]

"44. Magnum bullet wound..." Cliff mutters. "The stereotype is that it takes a silver bullet to the heart in wolf form to kill a lycan, but that's not the only thing that can kill them. The killer was trying to make a statement. A bullet to the head post-transformation doesn't seem like the M.O. for a human hunter and any halfway intelligent human would know attacking a town full of werewolves is a death sentence. It's possible the killer is another lycan." "What?!" The Sheriff exclaims. "That can't be possible!" [[Gently move head ]] [[Examine wrist ]] [[Talk to Sheriff ]]

"Only a little blood under the head," Cliff said. "A 44. Magnum round would leave quite a mess. The body was moved here posthumously." [[Examine bullet wound ]] [[Examine wrist ]] [[Talk to Sheriff ]]

Cliff sighs. "Fine. As long as it doesn't interfere with the investigation." The Sheriff nods. "Thank you, Agent Munday." Cliff heads outside to speak to the witness. [[Talk to witness ]]

Cliff approaches a young blonde woman in the alley outside the warehouse. "Terra Mccloud, right?" Cliff says. "You saw the murderer this morning?" Terra nods. "I did. Right after the cool down. I was coming out from my wolf state and I saw her stumbling along. Our unwritten rule here is when you see someone cooling down, you help them along. I followed her into town, but I lost track somewhere by the old mill. Then I saw a tall man in a long black jacket with a flipped up collar. He had long black hair and wore a black face mask. He was carrying her in his arms, but I could see the bullet hole in her...her head." Cliff: [["Were his clothes torn?" ]] [["Did you hear gunshots?" ]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?" ]] [[Move On ]]

"No," Terra says. "He looked perfectly pristine, like he hadn't just come out of a wolf state. He had to be a human." [["Did you hear gunshots?" ]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?" ]] [[Move On ]]

"No," Terra says. "It was quiet all morning. I saw him and I got out of dodge." [["Were his clothes torn?" ]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?" ]] [[Move On ]]

A boy walks by and pickpockets Brooke. She whips around as the boy takes off down a dirt road and into the forest nearby. Brooke takes off after him. "My badge!" Brooke shouts. "Brooke!" Cliff calls. "Get back here!" she yells, running after the kid. Cliff and Reuben take off after her. They chase the kid uphill and into a trailer park. When they reach the middle, a group of rough-looking grease heads spot the newcomers. They stand up and surround the unit. The boy glances back with a smirk as he heads up the steps of the trailer, but the door swings open, knocking him to the ground. Out steps Horace, leader of the bunch. "Well, what have you dragged in for us today, Markie?" Horace growls. Cliff: [[*Pulls gun* "Don't move another step!" ]] [["It's cool! Everybody's cool." ]] [["We're in the middle of an investigation. If you cooperate, we'll get to the bottom of this." ]]

Horace laughs, as does his men. "Let's show our tourists a nice time," he says. Cliff: [[Shoot Horace! ]] [[Dodge attack from behind! ]]

Horace creeps closer. Horace: "Are we cool?" Cliff: "We can be. We're here for an investigation and we don't have time for this. Give my colleague her badge back and we won't have any problems." Horace: "Hmm. All this over a badge? You know if I was actually allowed to fight for this country, I'd actually know the value of a badge. Too bad I'm too scary for the 'humans.'" Cliff: [["That's your problem, bud. Now give up the badge!" ]] [["Listen. We just want to get to the bottom of this murder. If you help us, we'll get one step closer to that goal." ]]

Cliff and the team enter Horace's trailer to look around. The cramped living room space is filthy and covered with trash and dirty clothes. Cliff spots a couple of number magnets arranged on the fridge in the kitchen: 1-1-0-8. He moves on towards to the back, discovering a stained air mattress. He lifts it out of the way to find a crawl space in the wall where a suitcase sits. Cliff pulls out the suitcase and looks at the four-number lock dial. [[Enter code]]

"All you feds do is lie," Horace says. "It's time we start taking the fight to you sons of bitches. Get 'em!" Cliff: [[Shoot Horace! ]] [[Dodge attack from behind! ]]

Horace steps on the boy's face with his work boot and pries the PULSE badge from his hand. "Here you are!" says Horace. Brooke steps forth to take it. "Thanks..." Brooke replies. [[Go back.->"So you know about the silver bullet. I thought you didn't hear about that." ]]

Cliff approaches one of the trailer park owners, an older woman with a baby in her arms. When he approaches, she spits at his feet. He turns and keeps it moving. [[Go back.->"So you know about the silver bullet. I thought you didn't hear about that." ]]

Horace laughs, as does his men. "Let's show our tourists a nice time," he says. Cliff: [[Shoot Horace! ]] [[Dodge attack from behind! ]]

Horace squints at him, suspicious. Then, he relents. "Fine," he says. "What is it you want?" [[Get Brooke's badge back ]] [[Speak to locals ]] [[Search Trailers ]]

Cliff and the team enter Horace's trailer to look around. The cramped living room space is filthy and covered with trash and dirty clothes. Cliff spots a couple of number magnets arranged on the fridge in the kitchen: 1-1-0-8. He moves on towards to the back, discovering a stained air mattress. He lifts it out of the way to find a crawl space in the wall where a suitcase sits. Cliff pulls out the suitcase and looks at the four-number lock dial. [[Enter Code ]]

"No," Terra says. "He looked perfectly pristine, like he hadn't just come out of a wolf state. He had to be a human." [["Did you hear gunshots?" ]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?" ]] [[Move On ]]

"No," Terra says. "It was quiet all morning. I saw him and I got out of dodge." [["Were his clothes torn?" ]] [["Did he have a weapon on him?" ]] [[Move On ]]

A boy walks by and pickpockets Brooke. She whips around as the boy takes off down a dirt road and into the forest nearby. Brooke takes off after him. "My badge!" Brooke shouts. "Brooke!" Cliff calls. "Get back here!" she yells, running after the kid. Cliff and Reuben take off after her. They chase the kid uphill and into a trailer park. When they reach the middle, a group of rough-looking grease heads spot the newcomers. They stand up and surround the unit. The boy glances back with a smirk as he heads up the steps of the trailer, but the door swings open, knocking him to the ground.Out steps Horace, leader of the bunch. "Well, what have you dragged in for us today, Markie?" Horace growls. Cliff: [[*Pulls gun* "Don't move another step!" ]] [["It's cool! Everybody's cool." ]] [["We're in the middle of an investigation. If you cooperate, we'll get to the bottom of this." ]]

Horace laughs, as does his men. "Let's show our tourists a nice time," he says. Cliff: [[Shoot Horace! ]] [[Dodge attack from behind! ]]

Horace creeps closer. Horace: "Are we cool?" Cliff: "We can be. We're here for an investigation and we don't have time for this. Give my colleague her badge back and we won't have any problems." Horace: "Hmm. All this over a badge? You know if I was actually allowed to fight for this country, I'd actually know the value of a badge. Too bad I'm too scary for the 'humans.'" Cliff: [["That's your problem, bud. Now give up the badge!" ]] [["Listen. We just want to get to the bottom of this murder. If you help us, we'll get one step closer to that goal." ]]

Cliff and the team enter Horace's trailer to look around. The cramped living room space is filthy and covered with trash and dirty clothes. Cliff spots a couple of number magnets arranged on the fridge in the kitchen: 1-1-0-8. He moves on towards to the back, discovering a stained air mattress. He lifts it out of the way to find a crawl space in the wall where a suitcase sits. Cliff pulls out the suitcase and looks at the four-number lock dial. [[Enter code ]]