Turning, Max looked over and saw Christopher. "Nice of you to finally join us. How long were you going to sit there before coming over? Well no matter, we're all here now. I think our first order of business is to double back and scour the area near where the murder happened. Maybe we can find some clues, but I didn't see much when I was there. And the odd thing too, there was no blood, just a lifeless shell of body. Strike me as strange. We should probably get the show on the road cause the longer we wait, the more things are likely to be totally fucked up for us and I don't need another fuck up. Not like the last time. So lets blow this popsicle stand and get a move on."

It wasn't even a split second after the last word left his lips, that Max's phone started ringing. He took it out of his coat pocket and looked t the caller ID. It was Police Chief Hardy. Max answered it. A minute or two later he hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. He got up and with a distressed look on his face he addressed the task force.

"That was police chief Hardy. We got some freaky shit happening. The body I just examined, well it just started moving. Looks to me like Satan has some sort of reanimation ritual going on. Lets get down there right now and stop this asshole from turning that body into something manipulated by hell. So much for trying to have a semi quiet evening."

Max git up, turned and walked a few steps towards the door. He turned back around and motioned for the group to come. 

"Come on we've got some ass kicking to do."