Fortify The Precinct

Flameheart

"Chief Fletcher, I guess you now know the kind of deranged criminals you are dealing with. Since you already believe in magic, I suggest you call someone to fortify the precinct. Else, every one of your subordinates will fall prey to these cunning idiots."

I watch Donald closely as the wheels turn in his head. After a while, he blows a deep breath and shrugs. He is a wise man and it will not surprise me if he is somehow gifted. The mere fact that he managed to understand that whatever happened earlier on, could have been sorcery, makes him the wisest human I have ever met.

"Chairman Flameheart, thank you so much for acting quickly, with my subordinates. However, will the medical intervention alone be enough to save them? From the way I saw it, Dawson collapsed when he wanted to speak. Which means a curse must have been placed on all of them. How are we to help them if that's the case?"

"That is why I suggested that the doctor gives some sort of medication that will erase t