Having thoroughly observed the locations in which the bodies were found, I believe I can, by working backwards, arrive through a process of deduction at some of the logical steps that operative minigun may have used to find them--assuming, of course, that to have done it all by a brute force search would have been prohibitively inefficient; he is a Machine operative, after all.
If you are prepared for such revelations as may await you, read on. It may be worth noting at this juncture that the bodies--and bodies they are--are, at the time of this writing, still present and undisturbed.
First, the most likely habitat inside the city limits for the Vietnamese noodles that it was suspected fatally distracted our employee is to be found in the International district. So, our search would begin there.
Perusing the most easily accessible information available to us at the neighborhood level, one finds that Akasaka plays a foremost role in that district's office real estate market: prime hunting grounds for our scam artist.
Not only that, but the area is a popular dining locale. Overlooking that neighborhood's business hub, the McClane Tower, one finds a sign advertising a Vietnamese restaurant.
And on the third floor of that edifice, following the hint of our employee's preference for exclusive establishments, a grim discovery is made.
The body of our employee, wholly deceased, lies on the floor.
Noticing nothing more of interest here, we might return outside, where our glance would naturally find its way to the gang members ceaselessly pacing about the vicinity. A quick check on these "Brothers of Destiny" uncovers a piece of information that would be more of the usual nonsensical filler found all too often in this dreary place, except that it brings to mind one of the rumors concerning the other party in question.
Namely, that the scam artist was done away with by the leader of the local gang's rival, which we can now see must be the Sisters of Fate, found just to the south, in Kaede. Their leader, Clotho, spends most of her time in a disarmingly pleasant, park-like area at the southern end of that region.
As it happens, this glen abuts the notorious Orchid Public Bath. Recall the rumor that the scammer met his end in a compromising location.
The prospect of a steamy dip might have induced someone--particularly someone foolish enough to cross the Merovingian--into letting his guard slip. If we were to venture through the front doors of the bath house, heading somewhat to the right, then through a maze of dubious, polished wood rooms and corridors, who knows what we might find therein?
The second body awaits us quietly. If he had slipped on the wet, polished floor, and sustained a fatal concussion against the unyielding rim of the commode, justice could not have been more fully served. In this case, however, Clotho seems the more likely agent of retribution.
Whether or not operative minigun used any of these clues in ascertaining the whereabouts of the two, only he can say. He has received his due reward for his detective work, and we thank him, and all those operatives who endeavored to locate the missing persons, for the interest they have taken in the Merovingian's affairs.
--Malphas--
