"That is a fine little toy you have been gifted, Invessstigator..."<br/><br/>The hissing voice slipped out of the man that had suddenly appeared in the doorway. It was a wretched thing wrapped in layers of grey robes and thick white linen, the cowl concealing his was in shadows, yet his eyes burned with blue circuits from within. He stepped closer to the table, the shield of the Adeptus Arbites peaking out from within the layers of clothes. Cat and the Tech Priest knew this man as Interrogator Bones. He had been a very talented such before he disappeared, but he had come back a changed man several years later, his body twisted and destroyed, his mind unhinged, but his fires of duty had been stoked into a blaze and he continued his work in the cellars of their offices. Sometimes he returned the suspects gibbering mad, speaking of grotesque things of nightmare, but the information he got out of his<em>victims</em>always turned out right and important. He leaned on his plain staff as he stood next to the table and reached out for the dataslate when it suddenly slid by its own accord over the rough surface of the table and underneath his gnarled finger tips. He turned it to see better, as if the little incident had never even happened, then turned his head to Cat.<br/><br/>"Sssuch a big Aquila. Must be important..."