<strong>Name:</strong>Cato Bones<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Interrogator<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Progen Fifteen<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>One<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Regis,<em>Cato Bones</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The psyker turned towards the gathered workers as the others took of with the apparent foreman. He threw a glance at Regis, who seemed to focus his mind on the carcasses. He then turned his attention back to the workers, approaching them slowly. His staff echoed on the grid floor of the factory, bouncing up and down the great assembly hall. The workers looked considerably uncomfortable. Some of them whispered to the others, the whisper spreading like wildfire until he could almost hear it as clear as the echoes. "Damned spooks..." one of the older workers said as the whisper ended up at his ears. Someone had apparently recognized Cato for what he was. He stopped just a few paces from the gathered crowd, the red robes above looking down curiously at the for once silent mass of people. He leaned the staff at his shoulder and drew out three cards from his Tarot, showing them to the crowd without looking.<br/><br/>"Judgement, Retribution, Penance." Of course he knew which cards he had drawn, that was half the trick when sooth-saying. There was a difference between reading the Tarot and reading real Tarot. One involved simple tricks and manipulation to intimidate and fool a skeptic crowd, the other was to let the Warp pick the cards and guide you through its riddles. He always pulled a Tarot on those he would interrogate, often using whatever advantage in information that he had. It was obvious someone inside had helped the raid. Question was if the people was willing to rat him out.<br/><br/>"Judgement to the wicked, they are dunked in sssin and debauchery. Retribution upon those that knew right from wrong but never ssspoke up, never lifted a finger. Penance for those that repent and cast the first stone at the guilty. The Emperor has not forgotten His ill begotten children, neither good or evil. His Scales however crush those ridden by guilt, no matter how small. Repent now or perish under the Sword of Him on Terra, brought to form in the image of the Adeptus Arbites!"<br/><br/>He knew his ways around words, especially those dealing with Warpfire and brimstone. It remained to be seen if anyone of the workers felt the need to confess...