Misc POV

The Inspector and his partner pushed the panel open. They met resistant, both drew their guns. " Who's there," the inspector called. No answer.

" Hello," Agent James said. Still no answer. They opened the panel up a little more and the smell of blood came flooding in. Agent James shined his flashlight around at the floor. It illuminated two black sneakers and legs. Not a good sign.

" We need paramedics and full back up in here now," the Inspector said into his phone. Agent James stepped forward and slipped on something. Blood coated the floor. Inspector shined his light up the legs to the chest and face. A roughly fifteen-year-old boy lay on his side, his right leg pushed up against the panel. His left slightly bent, one arm by his face the other behind his back. He had a broken handcuff on both wrists. Agent James knelt to check for a pulse. The Inspector was feeling the boys back.

" James this boy has wings," he stated. Agent James felt the boys back. His hands met feathers that were attached to the boys back.

" This is crazy," he moaned. The blood on the walls and floor had undoubtedly all come from the boy. Inspector now had his hand on the boy's neck.

" Nothing. Gone for a day or two," he said sadly. He pushed back the boys longish black hair and pulled open one eyelid. The eyes were rolled back but dark in color. The boys face was pummeled but still recognizably. The back up arrived, "Ah. Took you long enough. We have a murder scene here. Contact the FBI, I want this cleaned up. Also go through that door and rescue any others and take their captors to a holding cell. Good luck," the Inspector ordered. The retrieval squad moved out. Inspector turned back to the boy's body. The FBI would be there momentarily.