Arkham Bus Station

As before, Jeter was with his two comrades, but seeing as they held the firearms, he stayed back and readied himself to duck should the maniacal Wenton show himself.

The three men entered the garage carefully with weapons at the ready. The garage was dimly lit by a single overhead bulb that hung from the ceiling. The bulb was swaying slightly as the three men entered, causing the shadows in the garage to shift around as it moved back and forth. From the door, the three were standing in the wet patch of dirt, but the light soon showed that they were standing in fresh blood, and it was smeared along the ground leading from where they stood to a darkened corner of the garage...where two legs could be seen sticking out from behind a crate of motor oil.

The three men also noticed a set of tracks that had been made in the blood, two sets of footprints...one larger than the other, the smaller one being barefoot.

Moriarity knew well the scent of freshly spilled blood but it was so out of context in this unsterile environ. He felt the need to scrub himself but mentally shrugged off the compulsion. His first thoughts were to see if there were any other exits to the building and to see where the tracks that he had spotted led to. His mind racing and feeling a sense of claustrophobia at being trapped indoors with murderous madmen. Then he maligned himself for not wondering if the victim yet lived.

Moriarity spied a double bay door at the end but it was closed. He felt assured that the entrance they had come in was the only way out. He felt a bead of sweat forming across his brow and his breath quicken as he tried to calm his nerves. Little had he realized how much he had relied on bravado to come this far again to face Wenton and...whatever that 'thing' had been.

Moriarity paid careful attention to the room. If the lights were to douse as they had at Wenton's, he wanted to have the advantage of planning his movements a bit more. It seemed a typical garage though it seemed to portend danger everywhere he looked. There was no vehicle but bus parts, engine blocks, and tools. Tools, that might be used as weapons? There were no usable windows for escape and no second story. Strange, no place for people to hide that he could see, other than the legs sticking out behind the crate of motor oil.

"Too much blood," he whispered as softly as he could, reminding the others that there wasn't a trace of blood at any of the other sites. Moriarity knelt down, fishing a spare bullet and jamming it on the hinge side of the door so that someone couldn't just shut them in without coming inside and pulling the bullet out.

He wondered if he should check out the body. But waited to see what the others' first impressions were.

[OOC:Listen (25%):
Spot Hidden (25%):+14=39%
Handgun (20%):+30%=50%]

OK, Spencer said to his comrades, is this the time we decided to call in the rest of the group?

I'll go wide staying in the open area in the center of the garage and try to get a better look at the apparent victim while you cover me.
Doing so as he stated his intentions, Spence began to circle around to get a look at the "body" and see if there first of all was any sign of another person...and also any sign of life.

Loaded pistol at the ready Spence moved with caution towards the center of the room.

Sneak (10%): +20= 30%
Spot Hidden (25%): +30= 55%
Handgun (20%): +50= 70%