Moonsquad: Paranormal Police

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I glance out the window.

It's raining. It's always fucking raining around here. I pick up my hat from the desk and trundle towards the office door; it's about time to clock out for the day.

TIING!

It's the phone. Well, not a phone per se - it's more of an interdimensional transponder but that's just a glorified fairy phone. HQ has officially named them: "Transdimensional Interconnected Nodes" or "TINs" but the rest of us prefer to call it a FeyComm. We all cast a vote and for some fucking reason the bigwigs up at HQ opted for TINs instead of FeyComm. I bring up the faded silver amulet from my pocket and open it up in front of me. To the untrained eye, it looks like an antique pocketwatch, and for all purposes it is. But mine has been magicked to work as a comm line to HQ. I press the side dial and a hazy unclear figure appears in the dull gleam of the silver backing. It's Lady Maria. HQ's case file and operations manager - and she looks stressed as usual.

"This better be good - I'm about to clock out" I say with a shade of exasperation.

"So long as you've got your badge on, your ass belongs to me Hartwell. I got a fresh case for you" she says with a smirk.

Fuck. I was so close to finishing an uneventful day.

"All right boss, what's on the menu today? Werewolves showing up in Ukraine? Dead zombies poking their pretty little faces up outta the soil?"

"You wish Hartwell. You wish. Head down to 52 Sumner Street, Apartment Unit D601 we got reports on 3 missing men being found practically drained off all fluids. Intel thinks it's Fey in nature."

Drained of all fluids could be a couple of things. Vampires, is the most obvious - but we haven't had a nearby case on them for some months after the squad 'evicted' a coven that was preying on elementary school children.

"What kind of Fey?" I asked inquisitively "Do I need stakes, silver, garlic - the whole nine yards?"

Maria smirks that cocky grin again.

"You'll see Hartwell, you'll see."

I shut the pocketwatch and shove it unceremoniously back into my pocket. Who even wears pocketwatches in this day and age? I asked for a more modern wristwatch version but Maria made sure I got the oldest crappiest model just to spite me. She loved me like that.

I reach into my vest pocket and pull out another magicked item - once again disguised as a more mundane everyday item. It's a little black leatherbound notebook with yellowing pages with arcane scribblings within. It's not safe to do this out in the open, but luckily I'm in my enclosed office. I open to a page with a pentagram and 4 element sigils surrounding it in the shape of a compass. Except this is no drawing. As I move about attempting to orient myself the hand drawn compass also spins and moves pointing towards the North.

"All right, let's not fuck this up" I whisper to myself, hoping that I could psyche myself up enough to perform this rite correctly.

"Iter multo et ieiunium" I mutter before pressing my hand into the book while visualizing the empty corner on the Subway near Sumner street. This had better work. I flunked Latin in training and guess what language most of the arcane fey spells come in? Fuck me, amirite? I requested English friendly travel-logs but my 'charming personality' convinced HQ to deny my request.

None of that matters right now, because right now the world begins to fade and turn a bleak sepia tone and stretch past me. Gods I hope I don't wind up in a wall.