Bloody ice bomb

Nicki happily hummed as she slapped a bunch of talismans on an ice pack. I guess this is her new plan to try and heal me of my Serbian hallucinations. The only flaw with her plan is that unless she plans to hold up the pack herself, I'll have to hold the damn thing, meaning that's one less hand I can use for work.

Some would say I should be resting instead of working, but that just creates more problems. First, I'd be sleeping and not working, meaning the case I'm working on gets delayed in being solved. Second, even if I'm laying down, it would still take work to keep the ice pack on my head. Stringing it by a thread would be the only plausible way, but there's no hooks on the ceiling to hang it from, nor would the landlady approve of such an endeavor to create one. My bed's got no frame either, so making do at work is the best option.

"And done. Now no more hallucinations," Nicki smiled as she set the icepack atop my head.

I reached out to hold it, but suddenly felt an immense weight upon me, taking me out of my seat to the floor below.

"Uh, the pack fell off. Here, how about I hold it while you sleep," Nicki chuckled as she grabbed the ice pack and placed it on my head.

Again, there was that compressing force, until the icepack slid off my head to the ground.

"Ah, it didn't hold. Maybe if we tape-"

"No, that damn thing nearly crushed my skull to powder," I trembled as I wearily picked myself up.

"Huh? but it's just an old icepack. The talismans are just paper," Nicki frowned as she picked up the icepack and tossed it over to me.

I instinctively caught it, but was immediately thrown off balance as I struggled not to fall to the ground. "What the bloody hell!? It's like a cannon ball!"

"No, silly. It's an ice pack."

I glared and hauled the damn thing forward. With a mighty loud crash, the ice pack shook the room as it hit the floor, sending out cracks along the ground from it's epicenter.

"Bloody thing caused a quake and you wanted to put it on my head!? And how could you even lift it!?"

Nicki blinked as her face went blank and derpy.

Bloody fuck, this airhead. I need fresh air to clear my thoughts.

As personal began rushing to the scene, I made my way out with Nicki close behind. My headache was bad enough, so I didn't need it worsening from a chew-out from the chief. Besides, I'm sure one of the muscle heads could yank out that 10-ton ice pack and use it in the training room. The divot would be an issue, but we had rugs and junk that could fill n' cover it up till a floorman comes. It was on the ground floor too, so no need to worry-"

CRASH!

I nervously turned back around to notice a sinkhole in the area where the icepack had been. Slowly inching over, I peered down the hole to see- Bloody fuck, I forgot we had underground levels where we had the training room and holding cells.

Our station is two-story on the surface, but has two underground levels. B1 for the training room, B2 for the holding cells. The training room looked to have been empty, or at the very least, no one there was in the vicinity of the dropping ice bomb. But for B2, looked like some chap was crushed to death by the pack, unless that red liquid was just the packs contents.

"Oi, this guy's dead! His head's been crushed by rubble, or somethin. There's also some busted ice pack n' Chinese notes here!" an officer called up.

Oh bloody fuck.