Re: Bertelli Compound
Andy snapped his teeth at Builder again, then looked around, frowning. Moving to stand, he took a deep breath, and let another growl out as he stalked over to a desk, and ripped the front off of a locked drawer as easily as most would open an unlocked one. A rippling growl escaped him as a note, spattered in blood, hand written, with fingerprints on it, fluttered to the floor. He took it delicately in two talon tips, and held it up in the air. "This is human blood. And those look like fingerprints." The way he was holding it, his own fingers never touched it. Only the talon tips.