<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tinas-private-gummiwelt.com/shop/images/product_images/popup_images/310_1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/>A sneer marred the stoic beauty of the woman in black.  Porcelain features cast from ice and shadow were made perverse by human contempt.  Makeup of dark smoke creased further from her frown while blood red lipstick and black massacre displayed an undertone of cruelty possible.  One gloved hand of leather lifted in a silent command.  Then she stepped forward with her long, sensuous legs that were almost crafted to be watched in motion.  Behind her the trail of the skirts swayed and then the robes of the woman hoisting forward the book in chains.  The words of Scraggs earned another snarl from the beautiful features before she slammed that same commanding hand down on the table.  As if on command herself the girl slumped forward from Scraggs attempted at a sleeper hold.<br/><br/><br/>Outside in the hall could be heard the steps of an armored Sister of Battle.  Like death stalking closely those still in the watching room heard her move toward them.  Then the door slammed open with enough force to send shivers through the wall.  A finger jutted forward, leaving the grip of the bolter in her grasp to point at those still there.<br/><br/>“You will move now.”  Any trace of femininity was lost amidst the mechanical tones of the woman’s communication unit attached to her throat armor.  “Move to the interrogation room to find your redemption.”  Then she turned to allow them passage and to allow them to see the other sister taking up a blocking position at the opposite end of the hallway.<br/><br/>The woman in black slipped forward to grasp the unoccupied chair of the interrogator within her black gloved grasp.  Nonchalant grace echoed from her as she moved to set herself down in the chair.  Legs folded along each other in a perfect line of symmetry and poise while that same hand lifted to rest on the metal surface of the table.  The heavy tome with chains was brought forward, hoisted up by the smaller woman and slammed down on the surface.  Those chains bound the book to the robed sister who merely bowed her head to await further command.<br/><br/>“My name is Sister Margaret from the Order of the Saint’s Blood.”  Her chin lifted slightly at mention of those words so that she considered them each as if seeking a response.  “This silent one here is Sister Constance of the same order.  My companions outside need no name for your purposes and so I will not give them.  I have come here to commend your team’s efforts Detective Thebes and to also offer a consolation prize for the loss of your witness.”<br/><br/>Fingers raised to indicate Accalia was this witness.<br/>