<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">It was one of those nights again wasn’t it?</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><br/>
<i>The call said that it was going to be a mess but as everything else that is passed on from headquarters division, nothing would have come close to the overall chaos that had transpired in Room 118, The Epiphany’s Voice, a supposed VR Pleasure Lounge where the high, mighty, and those that would rather be unseen let their guard down to dabble within the latest cravings that fashioned the times. It was bad news from the start, across the holo crime scene lines, through the main double doors of the lobby, began a very violent tale that led all the way up to the VIP penthouse on the 20<span style="font-size: 80%;vertical-align:super">th​</span> floor. <br/>
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The first body found was that of Massis De’Vire, the half-humanoid Ghelm who had been displaced by a few well aimed shots to her mid-section. It was apparent that it was sudden the way her body was found, slumped to the side of her hover chair with four fist sized penetration holes, two upon her chest, and two just below her abdominals, allowing a gore dripped view of the wall with carnage behind her. It was no doubt a professional, as Ghelm’s were graced with two hearts, while they had the ability to harden their skin to reflect most projectile weaponry. The hint of it all was most, unless of course you had what the killer used, a suppressed hand weapon with tungsten carbide explosive rounds. Cade surmised it was instantaneous but the short explosions probably sounded like dull thumps within the sound proofed rooms of the Epiphany. This would have explained why no one bothered to check, after all, anyone who did most likely shrugged their shoulders, and passed it off as some wild romp between another guest and their playmate. <br/>
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It didn’t stop there. <br/>
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In the main elevator that was powered down with its doors open provided another scene by our armed mystery intruder. It was a random customer, medium build, who used to be able to talk once upon a time though the serrated jugular cut that parted his throat would have fooled the living. The ID ran to someone from the business sector but nothing that arose suspicion beyond being at the right place but not so much the right time. It was a clean cut. The arterial spray arched to the opposite side, and our death dealer skillfully maneuvered so that none of it had caught him – or her from the recent reports that had been piling up about a rising rumor concerning bodies turning up throughout the Metro area. <br/>
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Cade was up to two bodies so far when he finally passed more holo police barriers to room 118, as records verified that a Nathan Aramand, CEO of Faraday and Gloucester, a hedge fund firm and Mutli-Galactic market broker, had rented it for the grand sum of 800,000.00 platinum credits. It was indeed the world of riches beyond most would dream, but unfortunately for him, the dream itself ended with a rather extravagant bang from the look of the place after forensic teams got done with it. </i><br/>
</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">This was all in his mind as he passed the entrance to Radius, the infamous yet well-known establishment within the bowels of Osiris’s Lunar Colony. It was the exact place to find a lot of things – a good time, a meeting between obligated parties to establish whether you walked on your own legs the next business day, a secure getaway for both the lawful and the deadly, where all sides committed themselves to an estranged code of silence while resting the necessary actions that otherwise would make them enemies topside. This was a welcome stop --- a bit pricey for those who didn’t know someone of someone, but for Cade, having such connections and a myriad of favors to be collected was a special currency often used by Osiris Investigation Agency detectives. It was well known he traveled and walked a dangerous line between that of the gangster and law man, which often brought the ever eye of  OIA's internal Affairs. </span><br/>
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</div></i><br/>Cade passed through the neon colored laser lights and exotic holograms as he looked around with his dark eyes, adjusting to the secretive seductions of both light and shadow, taking in the fragments of conversation between deep space cargo pilots, gamblers probably skirting the trade commission authorities, lone drifters with untold wealth at their disposal, spacers, business representives, and a cultural buffet for anyone’s universal fetish. There were gasps within the infused music and euphoria where the outlined shapes of instant lovers were seen using the ambiance as their lusts parleyed towards back room sessions with the clicks of verified purchases from data pads.<br/><br/><i>It was all here. </i><br/><br/>An entire living proof that the seven deadly sins were quite welcome to run rampant should one want to sink their teeth into the provided apples that Radius dangled. Cade maneuvered along the glow in the dark tables that were filled with patrons and found his spot, not too far from the main bar promenade but positioned so that he could see who was making their way in and who was attempting to shuffle out. Cade placed his fedora down upon the smooth surface of the table top within his lounge booth and pulled up the holographic drink menu. Earthen aged Whiskey on the rocks, with a preference for a certain brand that most didn’t bother with, overshadowed by the one thousand other exotic offerings for anyone’s galactic tastes. It was then that Cade sat back, dressed in a particular suit with proper heft, layered in synthetics, with a white collared shirt of the same fabric and a blood red tie with regimental stripes. There weren’t any mistakes made though with some eyes that flowed over in his direction in case there was an idea of a lucrative robbery that crossed their minds for  he had the markings of a specialized nature, often found with the types who made people with too much curiosity disappear. Cade pulled out a mobile carry case and took out a cigar to examine it before he smoked. Cade lit the end as the environmental systems kicked in to filter the smoke of its corrosive fumes as his eyes laid upon the gyrating shapes of dancers, alien species too many to count, and the evening’s patron flow.