Lance and Velma exchanged a glance after Anne called out some orders. Velma decided to follow the other woman, leaving Lance behind in the main room with Jack. She steeled herself for a grisly sight, but was surprised to find that, when she entered after Anne, the bodies weren't as bad as she thought they would be. The bullet holes had a clean precision to them that removed any element of gore, besides blood, but it was almost as unsettling as if they had been killed in a messier way.   And the exact strikes made her feel as if the theory that he was augmented was more likely than ever.<br/><br/>Still, she needed to focus on the task at hand. She pulled out her own device and switched on the scanner, then went to the side of the room that Anne didn't choose. Velma saved the profiles of each man that came up, but nothing seemed likely to be very helpful. Small time criminal after small time criminal, and nothing that seemed to tie them together except that they had all died the same horrible way.<br/><br/>Anne found something before Velma did, but Velma didn't go over to her. Instead, she listened as she finished scanning the last few men- nothing useful, naturally. "Seems to be the only thing we've got to look into right now, so it's worth a shot," she said. "I didn't turn up anything that seemed helpful, so..." She shrugged. Velma felt like Lance knew someone who would be helpful for mining through databases, but it might not be necessary to go to an outside source. She frowned down at the last ID scan, whose worst crime on record appeared to be theft. "I don't really get it, though. I thought the deal with this guy was that he killed big time criminals, not people like this." She began to head toward the morgue door, then paused a bit uncertainly. "We done in here for now?" She asked Anne, beginning to push the door to the morgue open.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Lance was helping Jack sort through the piles of weaponry. He immediately realized the other man's augmentations made him much more suitable to doing this than Lance, who would have had to punch in each ID number into the system individually, so he mostly just passed weaponry to Jack and memorized any noticeable details on the weaponry and ID tags. Quietly, he hoped this wasn't going to be an indication of how the rest of this team up would go.<br/><br/>He eyed the holograms Jack created with interest, but didn't say anything and instead read the information presented on them. "I suppose one question would be how this shooter found this particular group in the first place. Tracking crimes, weaponry? Something else entirely?" He turned over one of the guns and examined it more closely. "And what his criteria is for who gets chosen, too." Lance turned over case details in his mind, trying to find common threads. He was distracted, though, when the door leading to the morgue opened again.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Tonia had finished her work for the night and gotten paid, which was always nice, but she was still restless. She wanted something to do, but that had been her last job she'd turned up lately- and frankly, it wasn't very interesting. She sighed and leaned out the window, overlooking the city. It was a blur of bright lights and motion as always. Tonight, she felt like being a part of it.<br/><br/>Quickly, before the impulse faded, she pushed away from the window and began hunting for shoes. "Wally, I'm going out," she called out, finally producing a pair of black boots and mismatched socks.<br/><br/>"Understood. Where are you going?" Wally asked from somewhere in the house.<br/><br/>As she pushed her feet in the shoes, Tonia shrugged. "Just out. I'll pick up some groceries or something." Before the robot could object by saying something like 'it's late' or 'the grocery store is likely closed', she grabbed her phone, keys and wallet from the kitchen counter where she'd left them and headed towards the front door. "Later!" She said, pulling her coat off one of the hooks in the entryway as she walked out the door.<br/><br/>She exited the apartment and locked the door quickly, then shoved her keys in her coat pocket. Then Tonia began heading down the apartment hall to the staircase. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but she hoped it was somewhere at least a little exciting.