Matt looks down at the much shorter woman, then around the room. He adjusts his hat, then sniffs the air.
"For the sake of expediency, we'll just say I'm on the clock now. First thing...I need you have everyone stop what they're doing and leave, except for you." Matt says, carefully stepping further into the warehouse.
Once everyone is gone, Matt turns his head to speak over his shoulder to Karen.
"Inverted pentagram plus smell of hellfire and brimstone in an out-of-the-way area on a dark night in Chicago. It's clear these people were trying to summon something. The question is...did they succeed?" Matt asks, more to himself than her.
"Whisper, what do you think, buddy?" he asks.
Whisper sniffs around as well, then begins growling and barking at the stone table in the middle of the room.
"Yeah, I thought so, too." Matt says, moving to look at one of the bodies. He pulls up a sleeve on one of the robed participants and looks, for a minute...and then motions Karen over. He points to a bull-shaped tattoo carved into the woman's skin.
"Definitely a cult. This symbol is familiar, but I can't place it." he says.
"Any witnesses?" he asks.
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