The Glenwood Amputator

THE HANDS NEED NOT A MIND TO FLINCH, THE HEART A SOUL TO BEAT.
- Excerpt from scrawlings found at the Wiley Elementary School crime-scene

Written by: Null Kit

Serial killers are, in this data-gatherer's opinion, one of humanity's biggest guilty pleasures. Universally reviled and considered as humanity's absolute worst, and yet we can't stop ourselves from delving into their histories and psyches, ever curious as to what makes these walking aberrations of metahumanity tick.

Not casting aspersions, but the same curiosity's true of any substantial deviation from the norm, even shadowrunners

— - Ursa-Minor

Especially shadowrunners.

— Cr4nk

This article is both a personal indulgence of the thirst for knowledge on a local specimen of crimes against metahumanity, and a warning: As of this writing, the Glenwood Amputator is still at large and shows no sign of stopping his work. The city-council, in cooperation with the Draco Foundation, have put a cash reward of 200,000¥ for stopping the Amputator, dead or alive, and verifying the use of blood magic. This individual is extremely dangerous, and as of this writing has succesfully wiped out a veteran shadowrunning team in its entirety, fixer and Johnson included, in an unsuccesful attempt at apprehension.

If you have a lead and you're looking to take this freak down, contact me. So long as the information's solid, I'll have my runners assist pro-bono.

— Barkeep

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

The suspect has been reported as being an Ork male of advanced age, tall and slim with signs of minor cyberware implantation, including a pair of Martin-Lockheed/UO Hawkwing Cybereyes.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

The Glenwood Amputator first made public news in 2072, when a local med-student by the name of Darrell Solomon was reported missing two days after leaving college and failing to return home. Archived security-camera footage showed Darrel walking along Glenwood Avenue, before gesturing to a figure off camera (presumably the killer himself) and walking out of view, failing to be seen in subsequent cameras in the area. Investigation in Glenwood South by Lone Star investigators led to the discovery of a discarded item of clothing, a neckerchief belonging to Darrel. Trained sniffer-dogs led police out of Glenwood Avenue and into a disused storage-building on the property of Wiley Elementary.
Darrel was found alive, but in conditions described by Lone-Star as 'horrific beyond all imagining'. Leaked crime-scene footage showed Darrel to be in an extreme state of mutlation, with all four limbs physically sperated from his body but kept connected via major vessels and/or nerves, as well as multiple signs of recent impromptu surgery and systemic infection on his torso and both eyes damaged beyond function. Darrel Solomon was pronounced dead later that day in hospital from septic-shock, and Glenwood South felt a little less safe for everyone.

The possibility of blood-magic being involved wasn't initially revealed to the public in the subsequent statement by Lone Star, only later confirmed after an astrally-aware enquirer from the Draco Foundation was given permission to investigate the scene and examine evidence to verify the presence and use of blood magic by the killer.

— Anonymous poster

Subsequent killings by the killer would follow a similar MO: A victim is drawn away from public-surveilence, kidnapped and found later at an abandoned or seldom-visited location in a state of extreme mutilation and bodily-amputation indicatory of castings of offensive blood-magic and impromptu surgery/vivisectioin, each time showing a slight increase in both the severity of the blood-magic used and proficiency and equipment-quality of subsequent surgical operation and with none of the victims in a condition to recall the killer's identity. City council tried and failed to keep the peace and media dubbed the killer the 'Glenwood Amputator' owing to the killer's consistant MO and exclusively hunting in the Glenwood South area of Raleigh.
The killer went silent for a length of time after his fifth victim was discovered in 2075, and no further reports of missing people in the area were made for a long time, which led to law-enforcement and media alike growing suspicious as the public started to relax a little.
In december 2079, a Shadowrunning group was contracted by a Mr. Johnson representing an anonymous employer to investigate the dissapearance of numerous SiNless from the Ellington Place area over the past two months, allegedly due to said missing people being part of a network of informants on the payroll of the anonymous contractor. The Shadowrunning Team ('Ma Baker's Boys', for those curious) interrogated several people suspected present at the time of the dissapearances, and only one eyewitness was able to be found:

"We was hanging in the back, playing checkers, when this man parks a truck nearby and walks up. Looked like an Ork, but old and slim, wore an old denim jacket and jeans... Said he was delivering some merchandise to a local and that he needed some help carrying it, because of his back y'see. Said he'd treat us to a soykaf and pay us in credsticks if we'd lend a hand (...) So Juan and Rachel, they agreed and followed him to the truck, took a box each and followed the guy. We got back to our game and a few minutes later, the Ork drove by in his truck but we didn't see nothin' of Juan and Rach, we even checked the alley and couldn't find a thing." - Excerpt from 'Foul Old' Ronald McAlice, eyewitness

The shadowrunning group investigated the alley in which the two victims allegedly dissapeared, and found an outdoor entrance leading into the basement of the San-Proctor apartment complex, chained and padlocked. The leader of the group, who you may know as WarHead, set his Predator V's camera to record and promptly kicked the door in. Nothing was heard of the team until three minutes later at 10:58PM, when WarHead's DocWagon band was set off, allerting an armed-response team to his location.
By the time DocWagon had arrived to the location, the killer was gone with the majority of his equipment. Two Shadowrunners were found dead at the scene, and WarHead was alive but badly injured. Five more people were found alive at the scene, all showing injuries typical of offensive blood-magic and partial-to-complete amputation of various major body-parts, coupled with signs of recent surgery performed with modern hospital-grade equipment including multiple IV stands with universal-donor blood and plasma packs and a battery-powered ventilator. Two Shadowrunners were not found at the scene.
WarHead made a partial recovery and was succesfully extracted from custody by The Cabinet, where he was able to provide a full eyewitness account of the situation (see the data-cache attachments list, keyword #GA311 for a full transcript) in exchange for additional medical-care and installation of a prosthetic leg.

Long story short, we caught the bastard red-handed. Bastard was standing 'tween two gurneys, one with a poor fella strapped down, the other just had the guy's arm, five feet away but connected by... something, and twitching. Skydive shouted him to get on his knees, but the fucker waved his hand... next thing I know, everyone's tripping over me and my leg's exploded and stuck what's left of itself to the doorframe. I black out for a while when something grazes me head - thank christ for that plate I got installed - and when I come to, Skydive's dead, the killer's gone and half the equipment in the room's gone...

— Anonymous poster

To date, this remains the most recent confirmed activity of the Glenwood Amputator, which means for further information we have to look back past the first killing.


Digging up records on the man who would become the Glenwood Amputator is not a simple task, as what little that hasn't been sealed with red-tape courtesy of Ares is jealously guarded by every slot that wants their personal moment of glory in taking down the Amputator. Regardless, we've managed to secure a potential lead on the history of our ignonymous subject along with a name: Gregory Maya.
This information was given to us by a former associate of the man who might be our killer, retired Sergeant First Class Kathrine Ricter, who was brought into contact with us via friend-of-a-friend association. Mrs. Ricter has been given provisional access to this data-cache to share her knowledge on Gregory:

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...ADP Key Detected
...Cross-Platform Network Established
...Host-Access Granted

Written by: SFC. Ricter

Thank you for offering me this opportunity.
The information I'm about to share with all of you is partially classified, and if I'm caught breaking the confidentiality agreements I've signed then I can kiss my pension goodbye. For now, I'm overlooking the risk, because if Sgt. Maya is the Glenwood Amputator then stopping his crimes takes priority, and if he isn't, then consider this a Missing Person notice: Gregory Maya has been off the radar for over a decade, and if he isn't a serial-killer then I'm willing to reward most of my retirement-savings to whoever can find him.

Details will be sent via encrypted message on request, but I would personally hold off on taking it until we're certain he's not the killer we're after. Show some common-sense, people.

— Null Kit

Sgt Maya and I were in the same company for our time spent in Chicago. Prior to our experience there, Maya was more or less just 'one of the guys', with a penchant for taking playful insults about being an ork and giving back just as good, the sort of guy who'd have you ignore a sucking chest-wound because you're busy thinking of a response to his tasteless remarks about your parentage. Crass guy, but he took care of his subordinates in the end.
Our company saw a lot of use as a sort of 'second wave' after initial movements into the Zone, picking off stragglers and covering retreats and extractions, that sort of stuff, before we hung back closer to the quarantine outer-limits in a more support-oriented role. It meant that when a unit got cut off for one reason or another, we'd be in charge of reestablishing contact or picking up what was left of 'em, usually the latter. As one of the company's go-to guys for medical assistance, Maya saw his fair share of bodies and worse, and the longer the whole operation took the more wounded we had come back.
Thing is, the general blood and gore wasn't what pushed Maya over. It disturbed him, sure, but in retrospect he had a better handle on what he was dealing with than the rest of us. What got to him really was that the limited medical supplies we had with us between resupplies, and his own limits with healing magic (I don't understand the stuff, don't ask me about it) meant we had a lot of wounded cutting it real close to not getting treated in time, because we could only afford to give them a 'good enough' stopgap treatment until they could be extracted fully from the AO, more medical supplies were sent our way or Maya was recovered enough to start using those healing spells of his.
Ares finally got its head out its ass and rotated us out while moving in a fresh company with better logistics behind it, but the damage was already done. Sgt Maya had a few patients die under his care, and while none of 'em were really his fault, you could tell it hit him hard. He'd sit on the back of our transport for a long while, visibly burned-out, just staring at his own arm. Rest of us agreed to bring it up with our superiors and it was decided that Maya wasn't in good enough condition to continue active service, and he was given an honorary discharge.
I didn't see him for a while, since I did a few more years of duty before I got my own honorable discharge. I set up a veteran's association here in Raleigh, but I didn't expect to see Maya there since he was a born and raised Texan. Guy looked tired, looked like he lost a lot of musclemass too. We talked, but he didn't seem like he was in the moment the entire time. He showed up for a single session of group-therapy, but when it came time for his turn to talk, he went on this weird tangent, about how he saw a dead insect and saw how parts of it were twitching and moving despite not being connected to the body or head.

Well, if that's not a sign we've found our guy then I don't know what is.

— Anonymous poster

He didn't show up at the next meeting after that, and all attempts to get into contact with him after didn't get anywhere. The guy just dissapeared off the map, and apparently might have started fucking people up with blood-magic too.
I don't know much else of possible value, but I'll be sure to contact you through the usual channels if I find anything else. Thanks for your time, everyone.

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Provisional-User has disconnected

Education

Unknown

Employment

Unknown

Mental Trauma

Under conjecture.

Morality & Philosophy

Unknown

Personality Characteristics

Savvies & Ineptitudes

If evidence is to be believed, the killer is a Blood Mage of powerful offensive spellcasting capabilities, augmented by military training in combat and urban-maneuvering. Evidence at crime-scenes suggests an a high degree of competance in basic and advanced surgery and first-aid techniques.

Metatype

Ork

Ethnicity

Latin American

Alignment

Chaotic Evil

Year of Birth

2039 41 Years old

Birthplace

Dallas, Texas

Current Residence

Unknown

Eyes

Grey, Prosthetic

Hair

Grey/White

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Tanned

Height

6'4''

Weight

Unknown

Known Languages

Unknown