<strong>Name:</strong>Haxtes<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Adept<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Three<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong><em>Haxtes</em>, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br/><br/>Haxtes had remained quietly in the background while the two other men had investigated the hidden space beneath the carpet, though he had been watching with curious eyes, filled with the kind of interest in new knowledge typical of an ambitious scribe. As the man holding the doll unveiled the small data chip hidden within, a spark lit within the adept's gaunt eye sockets. A hand scrounged quickly within his robes, and pulled out a worn data slate, the square object immediately coming to life with a blue glow from its screen.<br/><br/>"Would you let me have a look at that?" Haxtes asked in his dry, droning voice, his interest and eagerness to investigate the contents of the chip showing by the spark in his eyes and the hint of a smile creasing his thin lips. As he waited for the response from the man currently holding the doll and the chip, he pressed a few buttons on the slate, erecting additional firewalls in case the contents on the chip were malicious. "I bet there must be something good on something so well hidden..."<br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Haxtes would like to plug the chip into his data slate and investigate the contents, if possible.