<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tinas-private-gummiwelt.com/shop/images/product_images/popup_images/310_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>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/>The air of the room seemed to drop a few degrees more once mention of compensation was made.  Ice could have formed in the space between the Sister’s gaze and the assassin’s body.  Yet she did not rise to strike or show indignation as her eyes promised.  Instead a casual wave of her hand was given as if the notion was dismissed without thought.  Black latex creaked with her movement as she came to stand before them once more.<br/><br/>“I did not hire you nor am I the one that called your assembly.  Another pulls your strings and another’s hand feeds you as his dogs.  Perhaps you should find your Master before attempting to take treats from another.  Aside, I have promised you the favor of my Order should you succeed in this task and the favor of the Sisters is not something to be taken lightly.”<br/><br/>Absently she moved to touch the book.  That massive tome remained on the table with chains keeping the knowledge attached to the other sister.  Mousey features failed to even lift in response to the conversation or attention that was suddenly hers.  Instead those eyes remained fixed on the book.  Soft hands produced a large key as if by silent command, turning the instrument against the mechanisms of an archaic lock.  Chains fell away to be gathered up quickly by her hand and held at the ready to secure the pages again.  Sister Margaret thumbed through the contents, the many lists of names and lines of family descent.<br/><br/>“Justinian Aquin is the name of the child I seek.  Born the first of his name and the twenty-third of his line, I call him to his name and to my door.”  The woman’s voice took on a powerful edge as if indeed she did call to the boy from this room.  The binding of the book was laid back to rest and then chained quickly by nervous and reverent hands.  “You will find him among the rats of the Underhive.”  A smirk touched her lips as she glanced at Rihanna.  “No offense.  Yet they do call themselves Water Rats and live amongst the ancient workings of the abandoned pumps.  I believe he goes by the name, Sleg.”  There was a roll of her eyes as a mother would over the eccentric nature of their child.<br/><br/>Rihanna would know the name of the gang and the boy.  Though he was no boy but a tested veteran of the Underhive and a commanding presence among his gang and fellows.  Yet he had a weakness for women and partying, so she had seen him often at her own celebrations by the Diamond Dogs.<br/><br/>“As for this sequence, there is too much thought for madness.  One falls quickly, another falls at length.  One abandons morality to lay amongst the populace while another seeks to merge her body with the machine in a gruesome fashion.  There is no sequence here, no method or rhyme.  Even madness has its reasons.  Yet each does say the same that they are the whores of the Emperor.”<br/>