<strong>Name</strong>: Elias Scragg<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Arbite Enforcer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File</strong>: All<br/><strong>Investigators</strong>: All<br/><br/>The natural inclination to be a wiseguy flared up in the back of Scragg’s brain as he saw the treatment of the little bookish one attending to the tome they’d brought down to the Precinct but he thought better of it, merely glancing at her instead. This wasn’t a good set up. Not only was one of the three cases directly tied to this bizarre eugenics program the sisters were running, there was a faint feeling in the back of his neck that said the other two might be just as connected. The way she said ‘master’…was that a hint of bitterness to it? Perhaps she knew something they didn’t and he already knew asking her about it would have her tighter lipped than the latex she was sporting.<br/><br/>There was one thing he knew she was wrong about the more he processed it, however. There<em>was</em>a pattern…oh they didn’t see it yet but there was one. Even if it was as simple as the man he saw in his minds eye making the other members of these family lines go mad it was still a connection, and at worst a weak lead to get them started. The children of saints though? So much for that program if one of them ended up a ganger that far down. Scragg spoke the man’s name under his breath. ‘Justinian Aquin.’ Committing it to memory just as he would his alias. He let Rihana, Cat, Regis, and Drake do the talking from that point. It took him just a few more moments to recover from his touch of the girls mind. No, no it was more accurate to say that he collected himself to no longer be shaking and weak of knee as he plopped himself down in one of the few chairs in the room.<br/><br/>He’d have to look through the precinct's pict database to see if he recognized any of the faces in the multitude of booking photographs they likely kept. A simple parking violation, jaywalking, anything at all to get a handle on the flurry of leering eyes and cracked grins that did this to this poor girl. All this, and still there were other cases to deal with since as of right now there was no official way of connecting the cases unless some of the ganger tags, signs, and graffiti from Progen 15 matched these ‘Water Rats.’ It was a little eerie to think they may all be part of the same circumstance, brought together with but one little data-slate by some unknown variable. So many unknowns coupled with what he personally knew but couldn’t talk about made his head swim and thankfully drown out some of the residual horrible still ebbing in the back of his mind that he desperately wished he could unsee.<br/><br/>“Never a dull moment in service to The Throne.”<br/>