<div style="text-align: left">Mary found her phone on the floor, in working condition despite a new crack in the glass screen. First thing that struck her was the date; it was early morning, a seven days gap between now and the night at the warehouse. The last thing she remembered was getting into that car with Ineni. Whatever had happened in that time, she could remember none of it. Browsing through her call history there were several calls logged, three numbers in particular. One was her superior at the abbey, who had called her a good thirty times, all of which she had refused. The two other numbers listed were without any contact information, no names, no adresses, just the numbers. She tried one of them and was startled by a call tone from the man's pocket.<br/>
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That revelation prompted a closer investigation of the unconscious man. Putting two fingers to his throat she concluded almost immediately that he was dead, but how?<br/>
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(Rolling Perception + Medicine difficulty 7 = success!)<br/>
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By sheer luck she noticed a small needle puncture by his neck. With no other obvious signs of trauma, other than a fistful of bloodied knuckles to match her nosebleed, she could only conclude this was the cause of death, an injection of some kind. Though in the gloom and the disorder of the bathroom, she could not find any sort of needle. If she searched for it perhaps, but it would take time, time she was not certain she had. Any moment someone could walk in.​</div>