<strong>Name:</strong>Haxtes<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Adept<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Three<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong><em>Haxtes</em>, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br/><br/>Drake's mediation seemed to have worked, as Haxtes was suddenly released and pushed roughly away, the adept's wiry legs stumbling over the floor as he regained his balance. His hands went to his collar, nervously adjusting it as he stared cautiously at the female enforcer. The right side of his face twitched slightly, the corner of his lips pulling up towards his grey eye. It was a nervous habit of his, one which made people aware of the fact that he was not entirely comfortable. Still being new to the business, Arbite life had not rooted out that particular defect of his.<br/><br/>Drake's suggestion was sound, though Haxtes was unsure about how safe it would be to go undercover, especially with a pair of men he had met only an hour before. Still, he nodded slightly in agreement. "It would certainly be a strategic advantage to have some inside knowledge on the Beast House, especially if they are somehow involved in the murder of the Investigator General," he mused, half to himself, though loud enough for the people around him to hear clearly. The stub firearm in the left pocket of his robe suddenly felt heavy, as if foreshadowing its use in the foreseeable future.