<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Three<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br/><br/>The carpet split easily to the knife.  Poor seams seemed ready to fall apart at just a touch.  Tearing back the materials beneath at first revealed only a small cubby hole.  Tucked within the confines were at first small things any child might hide as was their nature.  Prized toys and painted pictures greeted the hand that entered.  Oddly though the pictures were almost comically crude in their drawing and neatly folded aside.  Edges of the paper were crisp and clear as if fresh despite their placement beneath the carpet.  The toys were each rubber figurines.<br/><br/>Years of studying patterns tickled at the back of Haxtus Fenn’s neck.  Hairs edged upward as he noticed the small dolls and their odd shape.  Heads were settled wrong on the figurines and their masculine, rugged appearance did not fit into the pattern of the room.  Pastel walls gave way to rather brutish figures of aliens and guardsmen.<br/><br/>Such a tickling touched the mind of the academic upon seeing the pictures remove.  The lines seemed crude, yet a complex pattern emerged while looking on their crinkled surface.  There was cryptic language and patterns to be found here.<br/><br/>Drake’s hand meet empty space after the seemingly childish items were removed.<br/>