The coordinator turned bright red, eyes widening as he glanced at the case. Looking unsettled for the first time in Eliza's experience with him, he just shook his head and smiled wryly.<br/>"Yes, well, that's neither here nor there. Ahem. Well... a red head? really? *ahem* no, never mind, to work. Yes. *ahem*. The case. Our labs have come to that exact conclusion... severe sexual exhaustion. Their bodies simply shut down after a while. There must be some drug involved to keep them going for that length of time, but we havn't managed to isolate it. An element we're keeping hidden is the marks on their bodies, as if some kind of slick rope is wound around them. We're thinking perhaps a mutant offshoot of the Triads? Anyway, that's your starting point. One of the agents have a contact in New York, the details are in the file. Track her down, and see if she can dig anything up."<br/><br/>The file did indeed have an address and name tucked in the back. One of the dodgiest areas in New York, rife with organised crime activity.