Case #52: Video

[19centconstable]

[It looks as though George did not mean for this transmission to be video, because his comm is giving a view of concrete passing beneath George's feet. It's passing a little unsteadily, and every now and then one of George's hands is just visible in the upper corner of the screen. His palm is bleeding, as though it has been punctured by something very small and very thin and very sharp. George's voice sounds raspy.]

I...this is Constable George Crabtree, requesting...I'm on orders of the GCPD. In pursuit of a gang ruffians who attempted...attempted...OI! You there!

[George's feet skid to a woozy stop.]

You... I feel...

[George's comm clatters to the ground. Three punks stand at the dead-end of an alley. A shadow begins loom over them, growing taller and broader and taller...]

Comments

[scentbombed]

George?

[19centconstable]

[A huge green hand picks up George's comm, and then a huge green face peers into it. Said face is close. Very close. Tooclose! It sniffs at the comm. It pops the comm in its mouth. It spits the comm back out, because: ew.

It has George's eyes. Not, like, in its hand or anything. Its eyes are George's eyes.]

[scentbombed]

[That sound is the sound of a werewolf transformation! The screen careens wildly as it suddenly comes much closer to the ground, but for once, she doesn't switch it off, so have a wolf's-eye view of Gotham, everyone. She is running like hell through its streets.]

[19centconstable]

[George-Hulk growls at the little moving pictures. Stay still, pictures! Someone in you said his name. He thinks. Maybe. It's hard to remember.]