<div class="floatleft">(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c62/Ramen_Ramune/vlcsnap-61248-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Three<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Cat Thebes, Callidon<br/><br/>Precinct 0-23 was built along the few ports of Hive Subrique.  Such ports once had great use as the hive city traded with others on the planet of Landunder.  Instead now the docks lay empty and the harbors were filled with only those that dared try to escape the dying hive or attempted to bring illegal goods into the city.  Such a Precinct was born to provide customs and searches over goods coming into and leaving the city, but now the structure stood to entrap and contain.  The halls here were filled with riff-raff of all walks.  Scums mainly decorated the corridors but among them were also captains and soldiers, whores and escorts and worst of all the mutants seeking asylum in another landscape.  All were gathered for justice to be served and delivered.  This was where Cat Thebes would find herself along with her suspect, the highborn woman Accalia von Duran.<br/><br/>The way here had been trying with her.  Each time a figure came by she would leap into action, attempting to pleasure or receive that person into her body.  Like a beast in heat she would pounce and struggle.  The only times she spoke were to declare herself the Emperor’s whore and that his will was for her to show herself to all mankind.  Now she sat restrained in a lonely chair of steel.  Her parents had asked for her to be sent upward to the Spire and their own force.  Yet this would have to be the first stop and Cat Thebes knew that beyond these walls her testimony would never be heard.  Money and nobility would protect their own and this girl would never be forced to speak the truth there.  Here though she was at the hands of her captors.  Blonde hair fell over naked breasts that were heavy with youthful promise.  Her body was soft to touch but firm to behold.  She was a proud example of the nobility except for the stench of semen on her body and the splatter of fluids across her figure.<br/><br/>Beyond her in their cells were the men who had run the slave ring from which she was plucked.  Scoundrels and wastrels each and every one of them.  They had each risen from the Underhive gangs only long enough to be picked up by a richer lord and served them for higher price.  There was little from them to redeem and each sat sniveling to await their judgment.  Little remorse would be shown them, though with the riots at the factory recently there was hope one might know something.  Also the hope that one might know something of the infamous Beast House or of the bloodthirsty Flaying Man could not be denied.  Picked from the Underhive there were many secrets that might be in their possession or might not.<br/><br/>Such was the landscape the investigators now found themselves beholden to.<br/>