Crime Scene 3

"I will leave you all to investigate this crime scene, let's act like we are on our best behavior and that the Council of Venice is standing right here watching over the factions to prevent an unsanctioned fight."

"You all have my number, I'm sure Alyssa has all of ours."

"I will be back later."

Dark storm clouds began together over San Francisco as he pulled up to the rented

Mansion house. It was shrouded by palm trees, and police cars, and ambulances.

As he approached the crime scene, was immediately approached by San Francisco police Sargent.

"Your're with the FBI?"

Just flasher badge and you can go in, try not to get sick."

Sartre did so and made his way through the front door.

As he entered, there was a large living room with double doors leading to a patio outside. In the living room were several cots and bunkbeds. The room smelled of the thousand dead and decaying skunks. Those lying there had passed away for some time.

A coroner kneeling on the ground said
"it was an anonymous tip."

"Does this seem familiar to you?" Asked Sartre to the medical examiner.

"It's almost a re-creation....... they have Nike sneakers on and everything.

Sartre noticed the purple shrouds in the jumpsuits with the same insignia patches on the side in the form of a triangle.

"Heaven's Gate Away Team."

In the front of the living room there was a high definition television playing a Blu-ray Marshall Applewhite's perverse lectures.

This was the sickest thing Sartre had seen both in the FBI and in the secret world."

"There's at least ten bodies, who or what to convince these people to do such. You'll find high levels of alcohol and phenobarbital sedatives and antiseizure medications in their bloodstream.

People should know better, did someone on the Internet told them to do this. And where exactly is their Apple Applewhite?