<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,<span class="bbc_u">Elias Scragg</span>, Veyda<br/><br/>Ah the fetid and stagnant waft of chemicals through the vents of ancient corridors and streets of this particular…section of the hive. It brought back memories of sitting at a broken down glass and plasteel bistro-pub for a rat burger and watching the local gangers slaughter each other across the street in a myriad of different colors and…smells. Scragg made it a point to engage in idle chatter with the men and women he’d been assigned with. ‘team-building exercises’ or some other such nonsense he didn’t actually believe for a minute. Very little of any substance would be discussed if anything at all that came out of his mouth was even responded to and he played quite the role in portraying himself as an overconfident know-it-all. The more succinct members of the group who knew men’s minds or had more insight into the nature of personalities, such as Bones, might easily detect his ruse as a complete and total act, a wall in which to shut off his actual thought process and paradigms.<br/><br/>The twitchy movements and nervous ticks of the detective held method to them as he darted eyes around each and every shadowy corner like only a man who’d been hunted before would. When they reached the complex he lit up another Lho-stick, eyes darting from one place to another giving his mind up to sensory overload and taking in the whole of the situation. It wasn’t the burning bodies that disturbed him it was the hive mutants that put a bad taste in his mouth more than any chem in the air might but it didn’t stop him from lifting a handkerchief from his pocket and holding it over his face and scrunching up his features leaving only the corner of his lip exposed to keep smoking and fill his nostrils with a much more familiar and comforting poison.<br/><br/>“Regis was it? Maybe even Bones…you two might want to check out that pile of dogs before they light the fire if you can handle the smell. Those wounds look odd. If we figure out what was used it might give us a better idea of what those gangers were packing for this kind of sabotage.” Were his only words on it, as he had said before only suggestions not orders. Once inside, the detective stepped a little slower as his previous foray into sensory overload was taken up a notch and the booming machinery made him momentarily nauseas in conjunction with the smells in the air. He almost jumped out of his skin when the Squat…ly… man…thing…came up to them.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I..errr..ummm..welcome to Progen Fifteen..err..ummm..”  he peered closely for a moment, a nervous glance given first to the man wrapped in linens and then toward the two women bearing weapons.  “I..forgive me a thousand pardons but..who are you?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>He flashed his Badge, squinting and squatting down himself to look this fellow eye to eye in a sudden change of body language.<br/><br/>“Adeptus Arbites business. Here to look into your ganger problem. Mind if we look around a little? M’sure you don’t need any more people here with guns but we’re not here to ‘cause any trouble, right? We’re here to help get things back on track and stay on track. Think you could point us to an enforcer by th’ name of Isadora Legia?”<br/>