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[Click-SNAP!

Javert lowers his Polaroid camera and plucks up the black photo ejected from the bottom. He rises from his crouch beside the boulder and idly swishes the shiny black slip through the air, striding in a wide berth around the scattered, nibbled organs.

It occurred to him swiftly that he knows this man. No need for a close inspection to recognize him as a person called Erik, one of his captors during his mid-February imprisonment. This disgusting creature was a Poacher, and one that was not amongst the prisoners of La Forteresse. The rest of the tableaux falls into place: This execution is a statement, a demonstration. Poachers stole Monster organs; so let the poachers have their innards torn from them. Poachers thieved the gifts of Monsterkind like devils in the night, and attempted to use that power to usurp Monsters from their place above mankind.

There is a legend about this, isn't there? The story strikes the good Inspector as a familiar and meaningful one, a deep frown springing to his face. Where has he heard this before?

Javert slants a glance down to the photo and, satisfied with the framing, tucks it into a case strapped at his side. He is in the midst of producing a clean handkerchief when a belligerent vulture swoops down and startles him. The bold creature nearly clips his hat clear off, and he reels back, slapping a palm to his head. His sharp, bestial hiss sends the vulture strutting away proudly with a wedge of liver in its beak.

Liver.

Liver! Ah! A bright burst of inspiration jolts him upright. From the legend of the antiquities, Prometheus, thief-of-the-gods, giver of Flame to humanity! If his memory serves him correctly, the titan Prometheus was sentenced to immortal torment by -- what was it? Disembowelment? Crows and vultures feasting on the liver? An eagle? He notes to himself to look up a tome with the legend and verify the details (Prometheus Unbound, Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus, something by Goethe, he thinks), and if he is right... Well.

It is fitting. Erik, Thief-of-Monsters-above-Man. Poachers thieved the gifts of Monsterkind like devils in the night, and attempted to grant that power to humans for the purpose of deposing Monsters. A Bavanite rendition of the Greek legend, and a message to all others who dare consider to defy monsters.

That sets Javert to thinking quite deeply, as he crouches again to swipe one of the knives with his clean kerchief. Could this be a gift, from a like-minded individual itching to see harsh justice served against a band of miscreants? He can think of a name that is very fond of ancient myths of legends, indeed.

But first, a few questions to AM and the prisoners contained within the cells facing the display before his suspicions solidify.

Javert tucks the bloodied knife into a plastic bag and returns to the prison to begin his interviews.]