When the opportunity presented itself, he would take a look at the picture. He stared at it for several moments, exhaled something that was a bit more powerful and louder than a sigh, and shook his head. He would eventually pass the photo back to Richard.<br/><br/>"Well, assuming you have the power to do so, all the relevant police reports would be a good first start; at least for me.  Then we'd need to see where she was discovered. She was likely running, so we can calculate, based on her physique--or just human endurance records-- how far she could have possibly traveled. We then have a radius where we are likely to find the place of... whatever or whoever did this."<br/><br/>"Based on the markings, I would say it's cult stuff. I have studied a few cases at... what you would call, I think,  an officer's academy?" He rarely had problems with the English language, but here, he shows a bit of uncertainty in how he could accurately translate a word. "I do not know what could have caused the other wounds; an animal of some sort, but, I don't know, that's not my expertise..."<br/><br/>"And since this likely involves dealing with people who are not in their right state of mind, and who may be armed, and furthermore factoring in my training, I would like to be armed for this investigation. I would also need the appropriate permits, as my Ukrainian permits would count for less-than-nothing here in Wales. I would prefer a sub machine gun, however, I am also a quite good with hand guns of all sorts."<br/><br/>Though he had been somewhat temperamental before, once the task was handed to him, their was an entire shift in his personality. He became as stark, cold, and deathly serious as the blizzard that nearly ended his life.  This was, more likely than not, something he picked up during his<em>militsiya</em>[police] training.<br/><br/>he had a case in front of him, and whether he liked the people presenting it or not, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the travesty and tragedy of what happened to that girl. Nor could he ever bring himself to forgive them. If he had it his way, he'd find the dirty sons of bitches that did this to her, and let them bleed out from gut shots, because fuck them, they don't deserve a clean death. That was not a 'hot' rage that burned within him, though; it was cold, and sober.