<strong>Name:</strong>Haxtes<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Archivist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Three<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong><span class="bbc_u">Haxtes</span>, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br/><br/>"Light of Terra..."<br/><br/>The muttered exclamation left Haxtes' lips in horrified awe at the sight that met him and his new colleagues as they entered the lavish apartment of the Investigator General. The evidence of the slaughter was everywhere, from the coagulated blood which stained nearly every surface, to the stumps of black rope still hanging from the ceiling. Investigators were milling about, but seemed undecisive on how to progress the case any further. Haxtes knew that all the other incidents in this case were still unsolved, and with a high-profile mass-murder such as this now added to it, the pressure was on the investigators.<br/><br/>A tall, muscular female was waiting for them when they entered, her short, blonde hair and her scarred face lending her a veteran credibility beyond her young years. Noria Sen introduced herself curtly, obviously not a person who minced words, and the dark-haired man who was with Haxtes and the Arbitrator introduced them, though he mispronounced the adept's name slightly, by adding an unfamiliar stress. Smiling slightly, Haxtes stepped forward and pulled back the hood of his green robes. "I am Haxtes, Miss Sen, archivist under the employment of the Arbites. As my colleague stated, we are here to assist in the case."<br/><br/>Pausing momentarily, Haxtes let his eyes wander over the scene around them, his mind going over the necessary paths of investigation and the resources at his disposal. Cat had asked him to deal with this case, and that was what he was going to do, even if he didn't technically have any rank within the Arbite hierarchy. "If it is not too much trouble, could Mr. Fenn here have a look at the bodies of the deceased?" he asked, his raspy voice raised to be heard clearly over the murmur of investigators walking around and conversing with each other. Turning towards the man in question, thin lips curved into a small smile, his grey eyes devoid of humour. "See if you can find anything out of the ordinary."<br/><br/>The next issue they needed to address was how the killer got in, and Haxtes reasoned that the well-equipped mercenary at his side would be well-suited for the job. An assassin probably had a good eye for details, and would be likely to find things that other people might overlook. Turning towards the dark-haired man, he inclined his head ever so slightly, a silent proposition for cooperation. "Would you mind having a look around...Drake," he said, recalling the self-proclaimed sniper's name, "and see if you can find any sign of entrance by our killer? That might give us some clues."<br/><br/>Having handed out tasks to both of his colleagues, Haxtes turned back to face the blonde woman standing before him. "Now, Miss Sen," he continued droning on in his monotone, raspy voice, as he reached into his robes and withdrew a small dataslate and an auto-quill, wielding both with practiced ease. "I would like some more information on our victim and his family. Is there any reason why the killer would have a sudden interest for him? Any decisions lately which might have alienated some part of the Hive?"