<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs28/f/2008/059/6/7/mega_city_one_by_knotlikeyou2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Progen Fifteen<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>One<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Rhia Euphrati, Regis, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br/><br/>The acid had done the job well.  Each body of beast was cleanly saturated, cleanly washed with the substance so that soon nothing would remain.  Obvious signs of trauma could be seen with large wounds from bullets, though the detail of such rounds could not be determined.  Regis could distinguish little about the inner workings of the animals as the body was a system lacking the elegancy and sophistication of the machine.  Instead the fluids ran together alongside the operations of the beasts so that the entirety seemed a messy construct.  Such an engineer to design the living flesh would surely be a poor one.<br/><br/>A few of the mutants became visibly uncomfortable at the presence of Bones.  The event not an unusual one to be certain, though their discomfort grew when the cards were taken out.  One or two visibly left the scene, brought back by shouts of punishment from guards nearby.  Indeed there was a different feel here from a typical scene of public violence.  A deep disturbance that could not be contained or read so easily.<br/><br/>“I…err…I…ummm…foreman…Foreman Griggs Turk….my name…yes yes.  I guess’n the lot of you want to be seeing the mess.  Err…ain’t pretty.”<br/><br/>The man started off at a waddle with his shorter legs moving him down the lanes.  Workers pushing carts and moving pieces along the rows nearly collided with the out of place procession.  Most of the factory people held a glazed look on their faces, minds detached from their menial tasks.  Soot and ash etched onto their face, so used to the substance the people never bothered to remove the markings of their labor.  Amongst them were children, rushing to and fro beneath the feet of others and along the grinding engines of the machinery.  Bright eyes quietly becoming dimmer as the boot of industry pressed down upon them.<br/><br/>“As…as…err…ummm…this whole operation is back on track Arbites.  We are looking to meet production if’n this gets wrapped up.  Bloody Underhive wretches can go sod off with the rest of their lot you ask me.  I..err…sorry…speak’n out of term Emperor forgive.”<br/><br/>The short man continued his waddling pace down further into the factory.  Down a level the group went with a security card required to descend into the lower depths.  The locked doors were not a new feature as the card the man used seemed quite worn and his fingers proficient at utilizing the code.  A heavy door opened with a hiss so that the investigators could enter while their dirty guide stayed behind.  “The Enforcer is further down Arbites.  You hear her ‘efore you see her.”<br/><br/>Shouting could be heard after only a few moments of being down in the pristine interior of the factory.  Ancient machinery smoothly operated, attended faithfully by men trained in the use while red robed Tech priests stood nearby to oversee.  Odds were the Tech priests were a new addition, but Regis could tell the workers were more than adequate in their attentions.  If only all such workers served the machinery of the Empire then things might indeed be different.<br/><br/>The shouts grew louder and obviously belonged to a woman.  A figure wearing the black armor of an Enforcer could be seen shouting at a figure in red.  Her dark skin was flushed with emotion while the figure stood calmly before her, arms folded while workers behind her began to clean up the mess.<br/><br/>“YOU WANT US TO SOLVE THIS CASE BUT DON’T WANT US TO LOOK AT THE FUCK’N CRIME SCENE!?  I THOUGHT YOU LOT WERE SMART!”<br/><br/>The crime scene in particular was the a large crater hole at the center of the room.  Buried deep in the whole were the remnants of a three story machine, now reduced to a single story before them.  Below a cavernous network was played out as the machine had invaded that space.  Rock and plasteel lay in remnants around the site.  Other machinery, similar in design were gathered in the rooms, only two others disturbed as they now lay on their sides.  Workers busily attempted to repair and use a pulley system to set them upright.<br/>