Gladys lead Helen and Davis into the debris of the crumbled condo. The back of the giant’s head was facing toward them. There were several other goblins there, surveying the giant’s upper body. All of them were wearing black coats with yellow, official looking patches. Helen eyed them. Each patch had the image of a pair of goblin hands holding the letters GTG between them.
“I am not familiar with the work of the GTG, officer Mary. Enlighten me.”
“Certainly, Miss Marks,” Gladys pulled her techpad from her coat pocket. A small hologram projected out of its surface displaying the same hand logo the team around them were wearing. “GTG stands for the Goblin Tasks Group. We handle the- messier situations.”
“Messier than the Sixth Precinct?”
“We normally handle more corporate messes than anything. They are normally not as destructive as this particular case,” she paused and looked to the giant, “Normally.”
Davis suddenly let out a sneeze that jolted through his system uncontrollably.
“You alright there, Davis?” asked Helen.
“Yeah, chief, I don’t know- AHCHOOO!”
Gladys pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to Davis.
He accepted. “…Thanks.” After a rather unattractive trumpet into the cloth, Davis straightened up. “I’m sorry, I have terrible allergies. I don’t sneeze like that unless there’s wild flora around.”
“There a plant here?” ask Helen.
Gladys nodded toward the giant. “This way.” She led the two over to the head of the giant. “His face.”
Helen and Davis leaned walked around to the front of the giant’s head. Helen’s nose crinkled in disgust. Davis sneezed again.
The giant’s face laid there, mouth agape, eyes open. Or at least one eye was open. The other eye had exploded out of its socket and a large, wilted Venus fly trap of a plant was in its place. The roots crawled out of the giant’s nose and between his teeth. A terrible stench came forth from the plant.
“That thing is dead, right? Have you removed the spore sac?”
“Yes, Miss Marks. My team has already terminated this flora and the poisonous sac has been extracted.”
Davis sneezed. “Extracted? Did you take it somewhere?”
“The GTG is interested in studying the effects of the spores. We’ve taken it to our labs.”
“The effects of the spores?” snapped Helen, “The effects are that they kill people!”
“That is not always true, Miss Marks. Sometimes they only cause nausea, headaches, or in Mr. Lee’s case, they cause unvolatile-“
“If I’m still sneezing, does that mean the spores are still present?”
“Trace amounts, Mr. Lee. Nothing lethal.” Gladys displayed her techpad and tapped the hologram. Another image came into view. It was a projection of the giant’s head. It began to slowly spin and as it turned, it depicted the flora sprouting out of the giant’s eye. “We suspect that the victim unfortunately missed the sprite he was trying to catch. The sprite landed on the victim’s eyelashes and began to take root. The roots quickly spread into his head and killed him.” The projection disappeared and Gladys put her techpad away. “It was a quick death and according to the scans it would have been rather painless.”
Helen leaned in closer to the giant’s eye. “Painless? The sprite was being merciful?”
“It’s doubtful that the sprite had anything to do with the quickness of the giant’s death. Record shows that 50% of the sprites that fall are already dead in the air. 45% are unconscious and only 5% have ever been found to be aware in the morning.”
“5%?” asked Helen. “Where do you get your information?”
“The GTG has been at this for a while now, Miss Marks. Much of our data was classified.” Gladys turned to the giant. “As I was saying the victim missed the sprite-“
“What was his name?” asked Davis.
Gladys paused. She glanced at her techpad. “Victor Un’Gryphon. 89 years of age.”
“That’s still rather young for a giant,” noted Davis.
“Most giants his age have a hard time finding decent work,” stated Gladys, “My sources say that he got his job via his only living relative. An aunt.”
“Officer Mary, I would like to know why you needed to speak to my partner and I,” said Helen, “Your team seems to have the situation completely under control.”
Gladys turned to them. “Don’t you think it’s strange that you’d be called out to a crime scene involving giants and sprites considering your personal record, Miss Marks?”
Helen crossed her arms. “What do you know?”
“I know enough, Miss Marks,” replied Gladys, “I had to make a few calls to your department to get you sent out here this early in the morning to get to on a crime scene that you would normally be forbidden to even glance over the report of.”
“Damn- she’s got you, chief.”
“Give it to me straight, Mary.”
Gladys smiled. “Perhaps if you’d both follow me to my car, we could discuss this further?”
Davis glanced at Helen. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she nodded toward the tiny goblin in from of them.
“Splendid! This way please! My associates will take care of the mess.”
Gladys then walked away from the giant’s corpse. Helen and Davis followed. Davis sneezed one last time before the GTG team began to torch the flora and the body.