<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Office of Investigator Primus Marc, Upper Spire Division<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Two<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Cat Thebes, Callidon<br/><br/>The big man shifted his eyes toward Callidon for a moment.  He gave the rifle toting figure a displeased look as he noted the nervous itch of the trigger finger and the paranoia of the gaze.  A huff was given before he turned his back on the pair.  Paws he considered hands moved up to the collection of images, tapping the air so that they spread out before him.  Grouping of evidence seemed to be the preferred layout.  Thebes had seen such things within the detective wing of our her own branch except they use corkboard, tacks and string.  Here, amidst the most funded, they used technology few ever saw.  A tap of his finger drew up a scene of two bodies.<br/><br/>“Not much.  Both bodyguards were stabbed in their apartments the night of the kidnappings.  No forced entry, no sign of a struggle.  The blows were clean through the nose and into the brain stem.  Quick, clean and efficient as I’m sure your soldier friend could respect.  Both guards dead in their beds.  The killer even locked the door on their way out.”<br/><br/>He flung his hand to the side so that the image disappeared before him.  Another tap and a lavish bedroom came on the screen.<br/><br/>“Accalia von Duran’s apartments were not disheveled and no signs of forced entry.  No struggle.  Lack of blood gives us hope that the kidnappers did not kill her, at least not on site.  We place the time of the events around or just after midnight.  Doorman to the apartments says the guards had called down an all clear at 2300 and then Accalia placed an order for tea at 0100.  Apparently she had been having trouble sleeping over the past few months and tea calmed her nerves.  When service got there, she was gone.”<br/><br/>He flung the image away to bring up an actual picture of Accalia von Duran.  A blonde haired beauty of noble birth, life and descent came before them.  The smile was enough to warm hearts and her eyes deep pools of innocent blue.  “Last person to see her that we can talk to was her Confessor whom she left at 2000.  Then she came straight back to her apartments for a small meal and retired to bed.”<br/><br/>“Not much for you to pickup and run with here investigator.”<br/>