Everything was scattered and a mess in the office, including the desk he usually kept clear. The small piece of order in this chaos now like its surroundings, buried under files, reports and print outs from the code.
"Remarkable what machinists will part with for money, though when you don't have system exploitation for profit you need to make it some how." He thought to himself throwing another file on the desk.
The files spread across his desk were all in relation to some two specific ‘hits' attempted in the past few days. He'd been racking his brains solidly trying to figure out what was going on. There was a board to his right with more papers and information covering it, splashed across, all over an aerial shot of Tabor park. It's similarities to a clichéd detectives office from the cinema amused him, regardless of the stress.
He stops, inhaling to calm himself; he collects himself and runs through the situation in his mind. "Olbaid rolls into Tabor park -waiting for some mysterious contact. So he's waiting and "boom" he gets jumped, something about masked attackers, no witnesses - Of course, eyes everywhere in this *CENSORED* place except for where I need to see, wonderful. All the insomniacs and night owls but they don't spend time in parks."
"-Masked attackers, could be cypherites, but why Olb, he's not even running with the EPN any more. - No they were full masks, that's not cypherite style so it must have been someone else, but then why Olbaid."
Rummaging through some other files he finds the report he got off the data node the other day. The one outlining an attack on a Sirens operative - Chemuel. Reading over the report he tacked it to the board.
http://forums.station.sony.com/mxo/..._id=36300001262
"So both operatives went to the park, got ambushed by these masked operatives and ... roses, what the hell, what's all this flower business -some stupid calling card." Another report comes into his hand and he reads over it, "...blood red rose was placed upon victims back.... Code analysis reveals blocks reconstruction ability." He threw it to the desk and grabbed another off the side, the description of Yahweh's encounter. "... when the ‘rez' was attempted the rose decompiled, no longer able to disrupt the reconstruction process."
He moved around the place and settled himself back at his desk, sitting down he sighed and ran his hand through his spiked hair. "So somebody is trying to off red pills in mega city, and leaving blood red roses on the bodies, some kind of code enhanced calling card...." Something sparked in the back of his brain, jumping from his chair he grabbed his coat and ran for the door as she walked in. "Heading out already Darm?" He stopped momentarily eyeing the woman in black from head to toe. "Yeah I need to check something out, but you can do me a favor." Pushing her into his office he ran to the elevator and yelled back "Clean that up for me would ya?"
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