Stuck in the Desert

John Garcia lay face down, on the icy, concrete floor of an old abandoned warehouse. The tattered warehouse was located in the Shaman Desert - between America and Mexico. The cries of the two men in the opposite room, ricocheted through the warehouse and John now knew that death was upon him. As every second passed, his heart was beating faster than before. John jumped in fear as the killer walked in with long strides and slouched shoulders. He should’ve just stayed at home. Thirty one years old and his life ending all because of a foolish mistake.
Rellik Otubak cracked his back painfully, as he pondered. What to do next? The unwelcoming white walls in his office were dull and gloomy, and the odour of his earth coated tools filled his nostrils. The desk in his office area was likewise - dull - light brown, with a strong earthy, pine smell. Rellik hated working late, however, today was different: he had a new project – a personal one.
Rellik was a specsener who ran the company in which he worked for: Relic Explorations. His company examined dead bodies, as well as historic items and relics. Rellik was short, very strong, intelligent and adventurous. However, he was also very dishonest, arrogant, rude, and self-centred at times. Rellik had a stretched, long face with muscly cheekbones. His blue eyes were crescent shaped, and his eyebrows were barely visible when compared with his white, plain skin. A small, fat, crooked nose hooked over his thin lips. He once had brown hair, though it was now, densely populated by white specks. Rellik wasn’t fat, nor was he skinny; he was well built. Rellik also had small, pointy, elf like ears, a long neck and had a bad walking posture.
It was the third night in a row that Rellik Otubak had worked...

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...t said. Small, well-built, white hair, small ears, longish neck – CHECK, CHECK, CHECK, CHECK, CHECK. All criteria’s matched with the one released by the police department. Oh shoot!!!
“You don’t think it’s me, do you?” Alex questioned, staring at the frightened Rellik. Rellik stared at him with a blank expression. His face became whiter as time passed. “Trust me, it’s not me. I’m just a random guy who happened to have his car break down. Trust me”, Alex explained, sounding unsteady and scared by the reaction from Rellik. In a few seconds, Rellik’s blank, straight faced expression turned into a smirked look. High pitched, Rellik laughed and before Alex could understand why, he struck a clean blow straight to his temple. Alex was smart but not smart enough. He was too busy justifying himself and not realising that Rellik too fit the description read out by the police.