<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 apartment complex was something to be admired for efficiency.  Arbitrators visiting were rapidly pushed through to back elevators.  Pristine imported stone and metal replaced with dingy quarters of natural stone cut to suit the needs of the living quarters.  Elevators that smelled of garbage and food were the means of travel for investigators as no doubt the actual residents here did not wish to rub shoulders with the Arbites.  Besides the investigators was a simple enforcer along with members of the house keeping staff, the lift quite literally just a platform inside a tube of rock.  Air swished past them as the pulley system yanked them upward to the dizzying heights.<br/><br/>Investigator Generals did not typically live in squalor but often luxury was not their style either.  Theodore Cosak was certainly the exception.  Plush carpeting greeted their feet when the floor was reached.  Columns of white supported a vaulted ceiling while a fountain tinkled with fresh water that many in the Underhive would have killed to hold.  Though not grandiose like the Upper Spire, the apartments were far beyond the reach of any officer in this building.  Doubtful that the floor shared this abode with many others, a quick count showed only four other doors to separate apartments on this whole floor.  Walls of white and red silk garnished the entryway to the apartment doorways.  Not even entering the apartment forced them to transverse a distance larger than the living space of entire families down in the Hive.<br/><br/>Upon entering though another story unfolded.  White walls were painted red with blood and red silk drenched in the same liquid.  The scent of metal invaded the air as coagulated puddles wiggled like jelly along the floor and hung from the ceiling.  Enforcers moved with investigators, picking up evidence and signaling out important points as best they could.  To date none had ever come close to even knowing how the vigilante killer entered the places he did, but of course to date he had never killed someone important for anyone to care.<br/><br/>The bulk of the work seemed centered in the main entertainment room.  Steps lead down to a slight depression that now served as a pool of congealed blood.  From the ceiling nearly twenty feet up could be seen the ruminants of black rope, the bolt used to secure six set of the corded length.  A mural of the Emperor’s greatness had been painted on that ceiling, cracked by the bolts and stained with blood by the bodies gone.<br/><br/>“The children he did in their rooms.  He didn’t hang them, just tied them to the bed.  Probably made the Investigator General watch that sick fuck.”<br/><br/>The crude language emitted from a crude accent.  Beside them now stood a woman in black armor bearing the gold eagle standard.  Her muscular frame made all the more imposing by the uniform she wore, an enforcer’s.  Yet the standard formed the first part of a badge that put her as an Investigator.  Dirty blonde hair was cut short to her scalp.  A long scar ran down one eyes which looked only partially human, puckered flesh extending down to full lips that curled from the pull of scar tissue.<br/><br/>“Investigator Noria Sen at your service.”<br/><br/><br/>