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The technician that had come was a middle-aged African American man in a blue apron who stopped with an empty gurney right at the girl’s feet. He walked around the gurney and grabbed her toe tag in his hand, brushing lightly against her cold, stiff soles. “Saema Markall, case number 20150702003,” he muttered to himself, checking some notes he had with him to verify that this was the right one. Grabbing her at the ankles, the tech tugged at her forcefully and her clear plastic-bagged corpse slid unceremoniously from the drawer it had occupied for nearly two days onto the metal tray of the gurney he had gotten for her. He tugged her all the way until her bare feet were dangling at the edge of the tray, her head making a loud thud as it slammed down onto the cart. The tech didn’t care and the dead girl certainly didn’t either. 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His wife and eldest daughter had requested an autopsy to verify that it was the heart attack that killed him. Across from Saema, a familiar pair of feet with bright green toe nails pointed towards the middle of the room. A single toe-tag hung from the teen’s succulent right big toe, while a female morgue tech was filling out a second toe-tag, noting that the cause of the young girl’s demise had been sudden and massive internal bleeding from a ruptured superior vena cava during the collision that also took her step-mother’s life. Her abdomen and chest were wide open, her glistening intestines, stomach, and liver clearly visible. Her nipples were folded all the way back and touching the cold metal of the steel slab, the front plating of her ribcage now a bloody mass of bone and tissue laying in a tray and waiting to be put back in. A young pathologist’s assistant was behind her, getting some stitching to begin the process of closing her back up. The girl’s mouth blondes still lay agape, her eyes half-opened and staring into nothing, a bloody cut in her head above her eyebrows marking the edge of where her skullcap had been opened up during her autopsy. Finally, Saema’s cart began to move once more, being pushed past the bodies laying in this room and through a set of double doors. The doors opened into a large autopsy room, one of three that the Medical Examiner’s Office had on-sight. The room was massive: with sixteen autopsy stations in this one room alone, proper staffing was the only thing holding the office back from conducting and completing more exams in a day’s time. In fact, despite the large facility and the theoretical ability to process a large number of corpses, the LA County Coroner only had an average-sized staff. John had promised Roger he would be satisfied with his work. “Tina, Tina, are Lesbian you alright? 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