<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Elias Scragg<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Arbite Trooper<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/>Well, looks like this particular Cog wasn’t keen on listening even to a member of the Adeptus Arbites. Throne he hated having to do things the hard way. Or worse still, the way that was going to get someone else’s hands on him and not in the fun way either. He kept his eyes mostly on the Techpriest, assessing for the side of him that gave the widest berth for when he eventually sprung. One ear was kept on Isadora’s displeased rambling of the facts. He loved Rambling. Rambling was a higher form of communication similar to the stream of consciousness one got from a properly bludgeoned suspect.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>“Facts, evidence, what does it matter?  The bastard wants his toy back so he just comes over here and scoops up the crime scene!”  A gloved hand pulled back invisible strands of her dirty blonde hair.  The woman’s face was more handsome than beautiful, filled with hard planes and strong lines of good Imperial breeding.  Swollen lips chewed on in frustration pushed themselves together in a thin line while those crystal blue eyes stared with venom on the robotic man.  “A riot took this place.  But don’t make sense for a riot to get through security doors.  Protocol here is to seal this place off tight.  Records show the protocol was followed to the letter.  The room is pristine as well whereas the rest of the place looks like, well...like a riot went through it.”  <br/><br/>The enforcer gestured to the rest of the room where the other machines, identical to this towering behemoth still largely stood undisturbed.  “Why that machine?  If you wanted to stop the creation of cyber mastiffs, why take out one machine and topple a couple others?  We’re doing more to slow production than this attack did.”<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Lots of reasons. Like to have us looking down here when something odd is going on, possibly elsewhere. You’re a nice lookin’ Street level Enforcerer, aren’t you? Does this look more nonsensical or Surgical to you?” He’d look around the room, wondering where exactly the others were and now Veyda had gone to check as well. It was a good guess that he’d never be able to understand what might be ‘missing’ from all the toppled machinery. That was a Techpriests place to know what was suppose to be where. What he –could- identify was what shouldn’t be there. If it really was rioting gangers or some other rabble they’d have been messy and left something behind. Time to take matters into his own hands till the others could assist him.  Clearing his throat and nonchalantly approaching the overseeing Techpriest he risked his neck by suddenly doing a half-step twist of his torso to duck past the overseer and fast-walk into the crime scene. There was no point in running; he was not guilty of anything other than doing his Emperor given duty. He also wasn’t stupid and getting a robotic hand squeezed around his neck wasn’t on his agenda either.<br/><br/>Scragg looked quickly, eyes darting across the room to let his mind process things having left Enforcer Legia to hang on the casual flirtation he’d snuck into his statement a few seconds prior and pick up on what he was doing…if he was lucky. If he managed it past the Priest for even a few feet he’d slowly reach his hand out to the wall, concentrating with a squint on what may have happened, blips or flashes of memories in the area to help lead him to some clue, something that didn’t fit. His breath came heavy, wisps of lho-smoke billowing from his nostrils.<br/><br/>(Knack + Search)