<del>AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER</del><br/><br/>Well that went ASTONISHINGLY well; the door broke off it's hingest, wrapped around the maglock, and snapped the puppy clean off. Lapine stepped on the door to push it forward faster, and it made a hell of a noise that easily blew past the damper safety cutoff in her ears when it collided flat with the floor. Her muzzle swept across the room, locating no targets... and seeing no alarmed faces...<br/><br/>...huh? Lapine was confused a moment but still went through the motions of securing the room, but... oh...<br/><br/>Oh...<br/><br/><Uh, guys, we may have a problem> Lapine messages, as she gets the booth open and gets in - she DEFINITELY turned the nose off on this one - to continue observing.<br/><br/>This... wow... that was some potent magical shit. Lapine silently cursed in her mind, and lit her astral sight up. No astral barrier - thankfully - but Lapine could see the aura of quite a potent spell, and the aura was similar to Leon's. Okay... well... that explained cause of death... Lapine started adding AROs in her vision, and was making sure she was DEFINITELY recording this. She retrieved some rubber gloves from her medkit, and - with her arms distorted from the ruthenium polymer - decided she could at least attempt a field autopsy without distorting things too much.<br/><br/>Okay, ID first; rifling through what pockets she could - what ones were left - she eventually found... a fragged up commlink. Oh yeah, that thing was fucked... she recorded herself rolling it over in her hands, and retrieved a small plastic bag from her medkit to hold the commlink guts (she didn't need that bandage anyway, so she stuffed it into her cleavage under her armor). Next, time of death...<br/><br/>Okay, she checked the open wound - and a hell of a wound it was - and... okay, this was fresh, not 'just stopped bleeding' fresh, but nothing had coagulated yet, and nothing was really dry... hour? Hour and a half? Lapine put an estimated time of death as an ARO, and made sure it showed in her vision. Okay, so cause of death - unknown powerful spell with a twisted aura - time of death, and sad attempt at IDing the body, of which she'd need a fingerprint scanner and she did not carry one. The dog in the feed... no idea where it was, maybe the technomancer could tell her where it was...<br/><br/>She decided to keep her recording on, but she hadn't been doing audio.  So she messaged her friends audio-only...<br/><br/><Hey, Audio Only, and don't show up in front of me just yet.> Lapine warned, sounding like a stern French-accented lady. <When you get to the studio, I need you to see where the feed in the booth is going; it's a picture of some dog, sleeping with food and water nearby. It's odd, really odd. I just recorded a 'field autopsy' and am going to backtrack my way out of the room. Just trust me; this is with a plan...><br/><br/>And so she did; she turned around once she was sure the area was clear, showed the room, and traced the way out to the front door. She showed every bag of guts, every mess, everything... and once she got outdoors, she turned around to show the front of the door... and then cut the feed.<br/><br/>And then she messaged 'Coffee Boy'...<br/><br/><Hey, CB: is the big fucker still there? And did he by chance leave a couple of hours ago, only to just return? I have an 'anonymous tip' the chief is going to want to see, just so you know><br/><br/>Now it was time to break into the lab... she could be a little more methodical about this one; she had a sneaking suspicion that there was nobody else here...