Andrew made a valiant effort not to snicker as Oliver dashed away from the septic tank, retching. Carlos, however, suffered no such compunctions and guffawed loudly and raucously at his colleague's fast-retreating back. As his laughter tapered off to the sound of Oliver regurgitating his breakfast, they shared a look over the decaying corpse that Andrew was almost casually hauling up and out of the tank with one hand, Andrew exasperated but amused, Carlos still gleeful.
"I get full blackmailing rights," Carlos sang cheerfully.
"I don't blame him," Andrew murmured, nose scrunching up at the smell. Together, they watched their captain approach.
Alexz strolled forward briskly, just as a few chunks of flesh sloughed off with a wet squelching sound. She grimaced and quickly steadied the body. Andrew flashed her a grateful glance. She raised an eyebrow and gave him a wry smile, as they lifted their malodorous burden clear of the murky sludge of the septic tank. Andrew hissed as the corpse once again slid out of his grip.
"Careful with that, you morons!" barked Alice as she rushed forward, scowling.
Alexz huffed in outrage. "'It' is a person!"
Alice waved her hand dismissively, as what looked to be a spleen slithered to the ground, her eyes tracking its progress. "'It' is evidence," she declared smugly, and went to work, eyes narrowed in concentration. Alexz merely shook her head and helped Andrew lower the corpse carefully to the ground, both of them holding their breath to spare themselves the nausea. When her hands were free, Alexz withdrew a small box from a pocket. "Olfactory-filters", she explained, and he noticed she had a clear-plastic pair on. He grinned widely, taking the box. Carlos, still chuckling but now looking slightly green, immediately took a pair. She leveled a knowing look at him. "Everyone feeling nauseous, I've got pepto-bismol in the medi-kit," she declared, giving him a pointed once-over, then proceeded to walk away toward her car. Carlos looked at Alice examining the corpse, grimaced, then grinned and bounded after his captain. Catching up, he playfully slung an arm over her shoulder, asking, "Did you just Sherlock-scan me?"
Just as they both reached her vehicle, Miley staggered into view, half-carrying, half-dragging an ashen-faced Oliver toward them. "He's all yours," she grunted and shoved him unceremoniously into Carlos' arms. She heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes eloquently at Alexz, who just rolled her eyes, quirking her thin lips in her trademark smirk and pulling out her custom medi-kit.
"So," Miley perched on the hood of the car and indicated the object of Alice's intense scrutiny, "Who's the poor bastard?"