"Season three," Miller muttered, drawing his pressurized salt-gun. "Always starts with a pest problem."
"They were rigged to release on impact," Miller noted, crouched low with a magnifying glass. He noticed a faint, sweet scent clinging to the piñata’s remains—not sugar, but . "Silvio, who provided the 'candy' filling?" [S3E1] A FiГ±ata Full Of Death Bugs
"It was supposed to be a standard retirement bash for Councilman Vane," Silvio wheezed, clutching a broken papier-mâché limb. "A custom-made piñata. Shaped like a golden treasury chest. But when Vane took the first swing..." "Silvio, who provided the 'candy' filling
Miller found the delivery slip under a tray of untouched shrimp cocktails. The return address was a derelict lab in the industrial district. It wasn't a prank gone wrong; it was a targeted assassination. Vane had been lobbying for stricter environmental regulations on the very labs that created these hybrids. But when Vane took the first swing