<strong>Name:</strong>Elias Scragg<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Arbite Trooper<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8010554#msg8010554">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 06-04-2013, 10:55:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><br/>"Not as much as I'd have liked. Not much of a fan of babysitting quill pushers." He replied with a shrug. "Some stuff about re-allocation of funds, and something about a place called....The Beast House?" He said as he followed Elias. "Found some sort of memory drive. Came back here to decode it."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Memory drive?…Lets hope it’s not a cache full of naughty pictures and lottery numb-“ He’d stop himself as the girl began to go into some kind of restless fit and begin harming herself with crazy notions of the Emperor commanding her.<br/><br/>‘Oh Throne damnit…” Scragg cursed under his breath. Not from the woman completely losing her mind, as the detective did not yet know she hadn’t much left of a mind to lose, but from the split second understanding that he was going to have to…touch her. “Throne damnit, throne damnit, THRONE DAMNIT…” He’d curse as feet bolted out of the observation room before his coffee cup had yet to shatter on the floor where he’d dropped it.<br/><br/>“I lost one witness today I am not losing another…” Slipping past the other men outside with as much ease as any hiver through a crowd Elias sprinted to the aid of his once partner now commanding officer and bit down on his lower lip as his hands went out. He’d grab for the woman’s shoulder with one hand, half spinning around the back of the chair in hopes of sliding the inside of his elbow around her neck and prevent further damage. Whether he was agile or strong enough to stop her from further murdering herself to a hiver metal concert only she was hearing and head banging to he still growled out the question. “What the FETH is WRONG with you?”<br/><br/>Scragg had seen some maddening things, some even bordering on unnatural, but this was far by the newest and one of the most rattling. His wits weren’t working fast enough to be stricken with the natural ingrained superstition of the Imperial populace that she might even be…Emperor help him…possessed. There was no time for thought, only action, and what might be immediate regret whenever he so much as laid a bare hand on her and his mind’s eye stirred to taught him with things he may not understand until it was far too late again. Emperor protect his soul, this couldn’t end well.<br/>