Jack and Anne entered the evidence room just after their new partners, and without wasting much time, got to work coming up with some ideas. The bodies were likely a dud when it came to any evidence. Their perp was doubtlessly using a non-registered gun, and the security footage gave no clear indication of what the basic model was. Worse yet, during the investigation, no empty cartridges were left behind; caseless ammunition left even less of a trace to follow. While some markings could be noted on bullets removed from corpses, the impact often left them deformed.<br/><br/>"Run ID on all the bodies. Let's see if we can find out who these people are," Anne answered, giving at least one option for them. "And make sure to check them for augs. Especially anything in the head. One of these guys could have a whole other viewpoint backed up in his skull." She took her own advice, and moved further into the room, back towards the morgue where the dead men were resting. Upon entering, she frowned at the sight of the bodies, stripped of clothing and awaiting autopsy. There were a lot of them in there, each one covered in bullet holes. What bothered her was less the presence of the fatal wounds, but how uniform they were. A few over the heart, or in the forehead. The deed had been done with inhuman accuracy, each shot differentiated by mere centimeters.<br/><br/>First things first, Anne decided to run a basic check on the bodies. She pulled the device off her belt and held it out ahead of her, giving the button on the front a quick press to activate it. The display feature activated, a hologram projection hovering a few inches above the device itself. With some maneuvering through the menus, she then opened the scanner, which broadcasted from the back of the handheld machine. Lines of light formed a grid that scanned the face of the body nearest where she stood, which was then compared to various mugshots within the police station's database.<br/><br/>Nothing. Just a small-name carjacker and drug runner, devoid of any known augmentations. He was immediately set lower on the priority list to cut open and poke around inside. Still, she felt it was worth looking over them all, and continued to scan over the bodies one at a time. Each of them had some form of record, a few much more severe than the others. Bank robberies, hits, larceny, extortion. All distressingly common crimes in the city, but nothing that stuck out to her. At least not until she was about halfway down the line of tables, scanning someone with a busted head. His record was much more technologic in nature, including security threats and theft of personal information. But better than that, he had an aug or two.<br/><br/>"Think I got something," Anne spoke up, talking to whoever may have accompanied her to the morgue. "Wayne Phillips, previously affiliated with Blacklight Security. Got fired because he was looking through credit cards in the database. Went on to leak a bunch of the higher-ups' info before going off the map." Adjusting the display, she brought up his medical information as well. "And he had some modifications done. Basic enhancements and a neurological link. Must be wireless." She could see no external ports on his neck, but a more thorough look through his skull could lead them somewhere. "If we can find a database in him, then we might get something good out of it."<br/><br/>Jack, meanwhile, was looking over firearms and other weapons recovered from the scene. Before touching anything, he pulled a glove over his left hand. His right could go without. One more advantage of a fully mechanical limb. His eyes were clearly at work as well, apertures widening and narrowing as augmented reality displays took note of all the parts of the weapon, both for information on it and any sort of identification to the people who had been using them during the assault. Fingerprints on the stocks and handles were quickly run through, while jailbroken ID tags on some of the more advanced weaponry lead him back to some reported thefts.<br/><br/>"Looks like most of these were nabbed off an import. Foreign made, tags broken into, good quality. Must have been a recent gain." His hand tilted to an unnatural degree as he examined the weapon, doing an almost complete 180 to the right as he focused more on the information floating around the gun than the weapon itself. "A few thefts could be linked to these things. There were three reported in the last couple months. All of 'em follow a pretty uniform method, going loud as hell and leaving a ton of property damage behind." He turned the gun back over, readying his database for synchronization. Upon turning it on, the VR displays became fully visible holograms broadcasted from the machine, and the added access to the police database loaded up cases matching his descriptions.<br/><br/>"They<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>be associated with the Mori family, or at least they got these from them. Their address doesn't quite match up with Mori territories, but it's something to keep in mind." He paused, wondering just what the people brought in could have been doing with the much larger, more infamous group. None of them particularly looked like people the Moris would deal with on matters greater than a simple under-the-table trade, and most of them weren't exactly notable criminals. Why would no-names like them be taken out so thoroughly?<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Heather couldn't help but laugh as well. "Hey, no arguments there," She answered, putting on a jokingly flirtatious tone. It was hard to disagree with such a statement, and his choice in outfits certainly helped emphasize it. She didn't dwell on the subject for too long, since actual discussions about the devices came up. Putting her hands on her hips, she considered the possibility, and smiled at the compliment. Her helmet kept her face hidden, but something about her speaking perked up and made it clear she appreciated the gesture.<br/><br/>"Aw, thanks. And yeah, that's one option, but then you'd need a detonator. As of now, those things are kinda expensive to go blowing up, you know?" She pursed her lips, trying to come up with a few potential quick solutions to the idea. "Give me some time to tweak them a bit, I'll need to make them a bit more affordable before we go making them explode. Maybe downsize? Could save us a ton on materials..." She trailed off, and as Juzo missed the return catch on one of the disks, she had to wonder if he wouldn't end up busting them before she got the chance. At the very least, she got a nice view out of his little mess up, and whispered a quick<span style="font-style: italic">"Nice,"</span>to herself.<br/><br/>She decided not to ogle him for too much longer, acknowledging his statement. "Mm? Oh, sorry, I was already enjoying the view." While only halfway joking, she made her way over to the edge of the roof and leaned over herself, resting her hands on the tall barrier that stood ahead of them. Her drones, still hovering around behind her, moved slightly down and back to make them somewhat less visible from the road as they watched the 'sick wheels' approaching.<br/><br/>A large and quite advanced-looking motorbike was approaching the building at a casual pace. Slick black paint reflected the lights around it, and the driver, clad head-to-toe in heavy-looking biker gear, kept an eye on the road while he drove along. The motorcycle slowed down, eventually stopping just ahead of the building that they were standing on. Heather made a sound of approval, clearly enjoying the craftsmanship of the machine. "Damn, that thing must have been expensive. I want one," She commented, lifting the visor to her helmet to get a clearer look.