Log:New Starguard Adventures, Scene 3

New Starguard Adventures 2016/02/22 	 Abigail Agent Garrison Chen Dorian Garrison Grimm Malcolm The Torus Victory 3

The reception area has muted black tiled floor, with the walls and roof painted off-white. The secretarial desk enclosure is barely twenty feet from the double set of glass doors. To its left is a large double-hinged door ominously labeled 'Security'. A seating area full of soft couches is to the right. Down the hallway that leads deeper into the building is the office of the Director of Operations and the exit to the landing field outside.

This oval office has slate grey walls with pale gray accents and thick elbony deep pile carpeting covering the floor. An ornate Indian Rosewood desk with a rubber tree standing to one side and a small gunmetal gray wastebasket at the other presides over the room while a plush, supple black leather chair sits behind it and a few comfortable looking lounge seats sit across from it.

Close by, a small conference table surrounded by padded swivel-chairs stands ready. One wall is covered entirely by a grand bookcase, while another features a reinforced titanium filing cabinet and a trophy case, fitted into a third wall is a huge reinforced titanium gun safe, and the last wall is claimed by a humongous flatscreen plasma monitor.

Dorian waits until most of the heroes have assembled. He looks around at the group, "I'm sure you're all wondering why I asked you to come here. Most of you were involved in the Wraith incident. Since it affected both Starguard and the Navy, I've helped to bring about some inter-agency cooperation in the investigation. This is Special Agent Garrison, from NCIS."

Dorian says, "The Navy will be running their own investigation independent of ours, but we intend to coordinate. Those of you within Starguard have likely already seen the results of the findings by our scientists. But to sum up, there was an additional computer installed on the Wraith which overrode the controls and sent it to attack Colonial Bay. Data was sent to a third party by the AI plane, though we don't know the location, other than that it was someplace close by. Perhaps even inside city limits."

Malcolm stands off to one side of the room, largely wedging himself into a corner. As one of the largest people in the room, Malcolm vaguely hopes this will provide enough room for everyone else to fit into the area. He adjusts his posture minutely, grey eyes scanning over the various and sundry other occupants of the room before he fixes his gaze on Dorian and, by extension, Special Agent Garrison. Quietly Malcolm nods at the summary of Starguard's findings to date, folding his arms behind his back.

Garrison is looks around at all the heroes gathered. "Your crew is a bit more... colorful that what I'm used to, Perrault." She's got a spot, standing, just to the side of Dorian's desk, with arms folded.

Dorian grins, "It's a side effect of being the superhuman arm of Starguard. You'd probably find SG Delta to be more what you're used to, Garrison."

Malcolm, clad in his Starguard BDUs, absently comments to Garrison, "Eh. You get used to it."

Victory stands at ease in one corner, with his hands behind his back. He just listens quietly to the conversation for the time being.

The Torus floats impassively, both the color and size of an 8-ball so as not to take up too much space in the small office.

It scans the historical records of those assembled as is its nature and listens in- recording and monitoring always. Hoping to not have to interfere to much in the incident.

Grimm is being very attentive and studious, which is rare for anyone who knows her outside of the classroom only. She isn't all that colorful, dressed in monotones of black and charcoal gray, with a dusty lavendar scarf providing the only accent. Black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and you guessed it, black converse sneakers and a black jacket. Gabrielle Grimm has made sure to take up very little room due to her smaller stature, standing off to the side and keeping her distance from Malcolm, given the business-like nature of the meeting. If anything, she doesn't look super or agenty.

Of course, where was Abby during all of this other stuff? Simply put, she was bored out of her mind, and at the same time, unbelieveably excited. She was on the SGG Space Station doing a tour of duty up there. Being out in space was awesome, but at the same time... the lack of action had her going totally stir crazy.

But she's back now, and she's read all of the reports about the Wraith craft. So now she strides in through the front door, tablet in her hand... she'd been reading it, but isn't worried about that right now. It slides into her pocket. It is a tiny tablet of course.

Chen rushes in and stays quiet, hoping she hasn't missed anything important. She overslept.

Agent Garrison says, "On our side, we've pulled the maintenance logs. The last person to service the Wraith was Chief Stokely, the senior NCO for the ground crew. He was alone at the time, and the work was not part of the scheduled maintenance."

Dorian nods. "Have you questioned him already?"

Garrison says, "No. There was a fire at his home. There's a body that we believe to be him."

Malcolm glances over at the two latest entrants. His gaze takes a detour toward Grimm on the way back to focusing his attention on the Commander and the NCIS Special Agent. Shifting his weight absently, Malcolm inquires, "Anything hinky in his financials? Stand outs in his phone calls?"

"Preliminary report from the medical examiners," Garrison adds, "Is that he was dead before the fire got him. And restrained. Nothing of in his financials or in his phone logs." She pauses, "Other members of his team reported him acting strangely the day before the Wraith went haywire, though. Grumpy, standoffish."

Victory nods. "So he was likely coerced in some way. Are his relatives accounted for?"

Well, briefings are happening, and Abby stands in her skintight uniform. She finds herself standing about and simply waiting for this portion of things to resolve. She's not an investigator. She's a pilot, a soldier... but not an investigator. So she silently stands vigil as the others talk about all of this.

Garrison says, "He was divorced, no kids. His ex-wife and family all seem to be alright."

Dorian rubs his chin. "Is there any security footage we might be able to get from near his home? We might be able to see someone making contact with him. Though it's probably unlikely given the technological skill of whoever did this."

Chen asks from the rear of the room, "Did he have a girlfriend? Any non-relative he would care about?"

Garrison looks over to Spirit. "The evidence so far is thin-to-non-existent. We've checked security footage. Nothing so far." She response to Chen. "There's a girlfriend. He had a date that he cancelled, the night before the incident."

The Torus also wonders these things, and more as they discuss the suspects personal life.

He wonders what the suspect got out of this or what he was promised, especially now that he's 'dead'. Other questions of course like, 'who benefits from the grounding of this experimental aircraft? Who fought it's contract? Or more importantly- Who lost the bid for the contract to Universal Dynamics?

The Torus is silent of course as it ponders this and consults its history records. It assumes with this many assembled 'heroes' of this era, they too will come to these questions and answer what his mind is already pondering.

Gabrielle's eyes widen at the talk of murder. This just got a lot more interesting. If not for the confidentiality of it, it'd make a great topic for one of her criminal justice essays for class. "So that's around the time they probably got to him. Any traces done on the computer yet? If not...I know a guy," she comments, but seems reluctant to mention this guy she knows.

"I've got a guy too," Garrison says. "The unusual thing is that he didn't go online that night. He checked email, but didn't hit any of his usual internet sites."

"The M.E. come up with a time of death? Or are we just assuming that he died after committing treason for as yet unclear reasons?"

Malcolm quirks an eyebrow as he regards Garrison. Pursing his lips at the computer commentary, Malcolm seems to be considering something. He glances around the room again, considering something (someone?) before fixing his eyes on Garrison and Dorian again.

"Your guy pull all of the recently deleted emails?"

Garrison nods to Malcolm. "Sometimes spy cells use the deleted emails to communicate. This time the folder was clean."

Chen looks up as a thought passes through what stands in for her mind. "If I was inpersonating someone with limited time to study them I'd probably be standoffish and cancel any social engagements. It might not have been your guy dsoing that work."

"It's early, but the routine explanations aren't panning out," Garrison says. "You might have some insight into the non-routine explanations."

"That's what I'm thinking, Chen," comments Malcolm. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, shoulders knocking off of the walls in the corner of the room.

Dorian says, "Certainly seems like a reasonable explanation. So, we might have a shapeshifter or at least a disguise specialist at work. What kinds of security did he have to get through to access the Wraith?"

Garrison says, "The Wraith was a top-secret project. Security around the maintenance hangar included voice prints and retinal scans. It couldn't have been someone in a mask."

The Torus continues listening, building his own hypothesis while recording these assembled legends of ancient times for prosperity's sake.

"It could have been a telepath." offers Abby, speaking up for the first time. "Someone with the ability to re-write memories or force other to not notice them. But.. it could have been -anything-.. we have zero concret info on this, right? Or do we have anything at all other than circumstantial evidence?"

"There's some pretty high tech crooks out there. Faking a voice print has been pretty easy for eons," comments Malcolm, "Messing with a retinal scanner is harder, but I imagine it's not impossible."

"Easier than you think," Gabrielle comments to Malcolm, then suddenly remembers what she's admitting to and clamps her mouth shut. Then offers a sheepish grin to him. "Any shapeshifter or doppleganger worth their salt could do it."

Garrison says, "Jack and squat." She sighs. "I can get your tech people access to Stokely's apartment. We've been over it with a fine toothed comb, but maybe you Starguard people have different means at your disposal. I could try for access to the hanger, but don't hold your breath on that."

Dorian nods. "There are certainly some shapeshifters who could have pulled it off. I suspect there are at least two in the room right now. I think that looking over Stokely's apartment would be a good place to start."

The Torus opens a transgate portal connecting the point 1ft in front of it to a point 3m to his left, just above the desk.

The Torus passes through the portal and naturally comes out the other end as if to say, "Access? With permission? Ha."

Chen nods and comfirms Grimm's statement, "Yeah. I could do it easy. There's others as good at shifting as I am."

Glancing at the talking floating 8-Ball.... Abby lifts a brow, "Well, we're not going to just break in and make this worse." she adds. "So, how -do- we get anything concrete? With bait? Another craft for them to sabotage?"

"I know a shapeshifter could do it, I'm just saying a disguise specialist could probably pull it off too," notes Malcolm. He falls mostly silent again, though he may be humming the Mission: Impossible theme as he watches and listens.

Grimm pipes up quietly, "I can take a peek inside the hanger without breaking in. But...not sure how that fits in the legal spectrum."

Garrison gives Torus a sour look. She explains to Spirit. "Things are tense enough as it is between our people and your people. Wouldn't do to have your robot trespass on federal property."

The Torus almost considers correcting Garrison. But better he be believed a robot or other artificial entity, the better.

Dorian nods. "I agree. I've already pushed the limits as far as I want to push them.

Chen says, "It sounds like we're pretty stumped on the 'how.' Any progress on finding out 'why?'"

Garrison says to Malcolm, "The fire makes it hard to pinpoint a time of death, just that it was before the fire."

Grimm glances over to the floating 8 ball-sized sphere. If she catches it and shakes it, will it provide predictions of the future? "A starting point on the why is as easy as seeing who has something to gain," she quotes one of her professors.

Completely perplexex about the other whos' have come to light, The Torus speaks up.

Its voice is hard and grating- metallic as well, its speech pattern alien. "Who was the secondary bidder for the contract to design and construct the Wraith, Officer Garrison?" As if it had read Grimm's thoughts.

"Could also be related to any designers who got cut out of the project before it was finished. You said it was an..." Abby pauses and inclines her head, "AI... could the craft AI have caused this? Gone rogue?"

"You think Grimm and 8 Ball could get access to the Chief's body for a couple of hours?" Malcolm pauses a moment, eyes flickering toward Torus and then over to Grimm before he looks back at Garrison, adding, They have some specialized expertise in the area that might help take over where the M.E. had to stop."

"We're not ruling out a foreign power," Garrison says. "Don't be surprised if it's an FBI agent taking my place here tomorrow." She says, "With the Wraith on the shelf, the contract might go to Reid Aerospace - they were the runner up. Bethesda Aerospace Corp was the number 3."

"Both CEOs have already blamed the autopilot on the Wraith for the incident," Garrison says.

"So the AI could have gone rogue.. or perhaps been corrupted by outside influence that had nothing to do with sabotage." suggests Abigail, "But what does this have to do with a man killed before his body burned?" she adds.

The Torus says in rsponse to both Malcolm's suggestion and Garrison's information, "Thank you." Though its simplicity may not really tell anyoen who it's speaking to. Then it adds, "Was the AutoPilot designed 'in house'- that is to say, under UniDynamic's roof?" It asks as followup to Garrison's additional information.

"AI's generally can't get out of their robot bodies and install extra computers in them," notes Malcolm. Emphasis on "generally". He shrugs a little bit and waits on the answer to his question of access to Stokely body.

Garrison says, "Yeah, we can get you access to both the apartment and the morgue."

"I don't know if the autopilot was built by in-house or outsourced." Garrison says. "I'll be sure to find out, though."

Grimm grins at Malcolm's question. "Getting access to the body, the crime scene, and the hangar isn't an issue. It's more the permissions involved." She's trying to stay ont he up and up on this. It's considerably different from investigating occult crimes with Frankie, where rules can sometimes be overlooked. She looks to Abigail, brow furrowing. "The man who was killed was the last one with physical access to the drone," she repeats what was just said earlier.

Malcolm nods at Garrison's uncertainty over who build the autopilot exactly, pulling a hand from behind his back to rub at his goatee. There may be an idea brewing in his noggin. Leaning lightly against the wall, Malcolm distractedly attempts to follow the other lines of conversation/conjecture going on around him.

Garrison says, "From what I understand, the autopilot isn't an AI, just a smart expert system."

"Okay, I'm not a technician or whatever. I'm a soldier who deals with simple numbers." says Abigail. "So... what we need to do is -absolutely- verify the identity of the dead body. Right now it's all conjecture, right?" she asks. "What if it's actually -not- him, and he did it himself and all that?"

Dorian nods. "Agreed. I'd like you all to take a look at the body. Perhaps some of your skills might help the medical examiners. Then check out the man's apartment. Again, you have access to abilities that the Navy folks don't. I suspect you might turn something up."

Grimm rubs her hands together to generate some heat, then shoots a grin at Malcolm. She takes a few innocent sidesteps to draw closer to him. "So, which are you going to investigate first? The body, or the apartment? I might be able to at least eliminate some possibilities. Or see if I can find the trail of someone else who was in the apartment when Stokely was restrained."

The Torus begins to spin rapidly in the air. As typical of the device it's motion is silent.

But the faster it spins the more its shape is deformed by centrifigal forces.

A few seconds later it's flattened and a three-dimensional representation of a hypercube rises from the surface.

Despite the spin of the original object that sprouted it, the Hypercube has no such spin. It's motions instead are non-euclidian as it begins to build in speed as well and the flattened disk reforms itself into another 8-ball like object.

The Toruis waits to open its portal until a location has been decided- he suspects Malcolm's answer will hold that answer.

Chen tells the group, "I can't think of any skills I have that could find anything the navy investigaters haven't. But I'll hang around while you all check it out in case someone objects. I can at least keep ruffians off your backs."

Victory chuckles and says to Chen, "I might be in a similar boat. But we'll see."

"Even with the fire damage, surely there must be -some- part of the body that can be scanned for DNA or -anything- that could positively ID it." suggests Abigail. "Or do we have any access to anything that could potentially check anything else?" she asks. She doesn't know all of the ways one might analyze stuff... psychically, temporally... whatever

"The Commander said we should all check the body. Can't hurt to have a half-dozen extra eyes while the experts do their analytical thing," comments Malcolm. He offers a sideways smile at Grimm as she steps closer, the tall man taking a step out of the corner and toward Torus. Eyeballing the spinning Torus, Malcolm inquires, "You got room in that portal for everyone?"

The Torus responds simply as the portal connects to a location just inside the entrance of the morgue. The sign can be seen behind the desk.

"Indeed I do Agent Gibbs. Maximum 2 at a time. Please give one second before following the pair in front." The Torus says.

Grimm peeks through the portal and grins. "Saves me some time and energy." Gabrielle can't wait to get on the case already. She turns that grin on Malcolm before heading through the wormhole the Torus created.

Garrison looks through the portal. "Hunh. That'll save me rush hour traffic..."

Chen goes through with Victory. She points to one of the cubicle doors when she arrives, "That's where I was put on ice." she tells him with a grin.

Something about this tickles a feeling of danger in Abby's mind. She wonders if everyone leaves here, if something is about to happen -here-. But.. she shrugs and moves through the portal as she takes her turn.

Victory raises a brow. "On ice? What do you mean?"

Grimm instinctively shivers at Chen's comment. She'd been so excited that a visit to the morgue hadn't fully registered yet. As she ends up on the other side of the portal, her shadow sight immediately canvases the area and gives all sorts of feedback on what's in all those shelves. Suddenly Gabrielle Grimm looks very pale and a little ill. "...c...crispy....gross..."

Chen explains, "I woke up in there after I was killed one time.

"On ice, because bodies there are kept cool to prevent decay." says Abby as she steps through the portal. Her own eyes see energy patterns but... that's not likely to be of much assistance at this point, unless one of the dead bodies is emitting radiation!

Victory looks around. "There should be an M.E. around, right?"

Malcolm tries to be one of the last people through the portal. He snaps a salute to Dorian in passing and follows Victory and/or Special Agent Garrison. Presumably Gina Garrison will set up authorized access to the body and, uh, morgue type stuff.

After all the others have walked throught it's portal, the hypercube folds in on itself, and The Torus rushes through before the gate can close. It's timing is of course flawless.

It appears in the morgue milliseconds later and sets it gravitational lock on to Grimm.

It begins to orbit her as is its n ature.

"What the..." The sudden appearance of the heroes in the morgue catch a pair of workers off-guard. They are in the middle of wheeling a black bagged body into the room.

Grimm rubs at her nose a little as her eyes survey the area. She doesn't feel any tingling or any hairs on the back of her neck. "Well, I guess the good news is there doesn't seem to be any magic involved. That would've been a whole other layer of complicated," she informs, looking up to Malcolm. Wow, she really looks pale. Pale green. Her eyes suddenly start following the Torus as it circles her. This does little to ease the feeling in her stomach.

Garrison has come through as well. She flashes her back. "It's ok -- they're with me."

Malcolm lightly pats Grimm on the shoulder as she looks at up him. He offers a gentle, encouraging smile and even squeezes her shoulder reassuringly. The tall man stands nearby whilst Grimm and Torus go about their investigation, his grey eyes thoughtfully surveying the area.

"So, Lieu," starts Malcolm, "You heard any scuttlebutt about this program?"

At this point, Abigail is simply standing in the background. She eyes the staff of the Morgue, and gives them a sympathetic smile. "We won't be long." she states. "We just needed some information. Sorry we didn't go through proper channels." she adds before basically... standing watch.

Grimm smiles softly at Malcolm's encouragement. With a resolute nod to him, she walks over to chat with the coroner and snaps on some latex gloves as she's escorted to the body, satelite Torus in tow.

When the sheet is peeled back, Gabrielle grits her teeth and goes rigid. This is her first burn victim. Holding her breath, she begins to investigate, but doesn't touch the body despite having gloves on. She doesn't need them just yet.

Victory is quiet as well, focusing mainly on watching the workers and Special Agent Garrison. He's reasonably good at reading people, but doesn't know a damn thing about forensics.

The orbiting Torus begins scanning the body as well.

It reoirients itself to the table, and begins to orbit the table in a horizontal axis oppossite Grimm.

The Demiurge decides that this might be better facilitated by sharing their data as it comes.

He activates the NeuroInterface and targets Gabrielle Grimm with it. She would feel a light pressure at the edge of her consciousness and an odd urge to accept or deny a 'connection' whatever that means.

One of the lab techs tells Garrison, "It's Stokely alright. Dental and DNA match."

Garrison nods. "Had a feeling."

Grimm crouches down at eye level, examining Stokely's gnarled fingers and making an interested sound. While she's investigating, she mentally accepts that odd proding in her head, raising an eyebrow and looking to the Torus as she senses its mental proding.

Garrison asks Malcolm, "How many shapeshifters or mentalists are there out there? The sort that might be capable of something like this?"

The Torus & Grimm share their information over a telepathic network as they both examine the corpse. But first introductions .o0(Good evening Ms. Grimm. I suspected this might be a more efficent way of co-examining this man.) The Torus' mental voice says in their head.

It begins sharing its observations with her.

"So far evidence fits with the theory he was beaten. Or maybe tortured. His fingers were broken, too," Gabrielle comments as she pull her gaze back down to the broken fingers. She purses her lips as she notices something, or maybe she's just smelling something awful. "Oh, there's a few, Garrison," Gabrielle comments as she jerks a thumb towards Chen. And then she herself shimmers darkly and turns into a famous character from CSI: Millenium City. Specifically the blonde, tall morgue technician with glasses, coat, and the full outfit. Plus ridiculous and impractical high heels.

Chen asks the staff in there, "Coould you tell when he last had something to eat?" and mentions to Victory, "If he was captured the night before and his guards knew he was to be killed they probably didn't bother to feed him."

Grimm holds her palm out and open, and some blackened small flat items pull out from under the body's nails and land into her gloved hand. She squints at them. "Are these...scales...? Like...animal scales?"

Grimm blinks at the Torus. o O (I was wondering why you were mostly quiet...)

.o0(Indeed they are. Perhaps we can identify them.) The The Torus responds as it teleports a clear samples bag to Grimm. (You cannot listen if you are too busy speaking. I watch. I monitor.) It says in response to Grimm's surprise.

Malcolm starts to say something, but is cut off by Garrison questioning him. He pauses a moment, starts to say something else, but is cut off by Grimm turning into a character from CSI: Millennium City. He works his jaw quite a lot while he tries to refind his voice. "Uhhh... Uhh... Between, ah, one and two dozen on, uh... On agency radars..."

Victory raises a brow at Grimm's transformation. "Hmm." He turns and looks to Chen, "That makes sense. If they got what they wanted from him...like knowledge about where the Wraith was and hte like, they'd have killed him and not just left him to starve. I don't know enough abour forensics to know if that would tell us anything.

Garrison grumbles: "Not counting present company, I'm guessing?"

One of the lab techs reports, "There was no food in his system," to answer Chen's system.

"I can confirm Agent Gibb's estimates." The Torus says.

Chen turns to Agent Garrison, "Make sure your report clears his name, please. He has kids, right. Let them be proud of their father."

Malcolm makes a noncommittal noise at Garrison's question. He shifts his weight and turns to face the techs and Garrison proper, diverting his attention from the on-going technomagical autopsy. "Divorced, no kids, Chen," comments Malcolm, "But the guy does deserve to go out with a clean record."

Garrison nods to Chen. "It's looking like he's the victim here. But who did this to him?" She steps closer to Grimm on Torus. "What did you find?"

Grimm carefuly drops the scales into the evidence back and seals it up as her form melts back to her normal self. "Exactly what I said. Evidence that they beat the information out of him. Possibly tortured. Broken fingers. And animal scales of some sort," she says as she hands off the evidence bag with the scales to the mortician. "Maybe the labs can better identify those scales to find out what they came from. Or who. But he was able to fight or scratch his attacker before he was restrained."

Grimm glances over to Malcolm. "Any reptilian or fish villains you know about?"

Victory raises a brow, "I'm pretty sure there have been a couple in the city. At least reptilian folks."

"I suggest questioning personnel of this facility as well- namely whoever performed the intitial autopsy as they were either paid off, involved or too inept to maintain their position." The The Torus says coldly. Grimm will notice it's mental voice is almost eveyrhting its 'real' voice is not.

Malcolm closes his eyes at the question, lips pursing thoughtfully. He breathes slowly and purposefully, scanning through his memories steadily.

"There was a break-in a few years ago that had some of these same M.O. signatures. I think you were there, Lieu," intones Malcolm as he looks over at Abigail, "Shapeshifter that broke into a government facility? Left behind a scaly husk."

Chen nods, "Shifters. Can't trust them. Sneaky underhanded types every last one of them." she says... and winks at Victory.

Victory chuckles. "Like the Commander and yourself?"

Nodding minutely, Abby shrugs, "Right, them." she mutters. "Group of animal hybrid types." she says as she shakes her head, "Never did catch the Amazing Molting Avenger." she adds with a snort.

Chen says, "Yep."

"Amazing Molting Avenger?" asks Malcolm. He's so incredulous that he forgot his usual formatting!

"That's what I called'im." adds Abigail. She looks to the others and shrugs, "We captured two of their number. One of them died in captivity." She doesn't say prison because.. part animal, right?

"... Ooookay then," replies Malcolm. He rubs the back of his head a little bit and tries not to look at Agent Garrison. Or, well, anyone. It's going to take him a few moments to get his brain wrapped around this.

The Torus would disagree with that qualification, but he says nothing.

"So, looks like I may get to jack more hovervans." mutters Abigail. She shakes her head, "They were... at the time, working for Next Generation. So, we need to find out if they are -still- working for Next Gen."

Chen can't help spitting out a, "Those scum? Count me in if you're going up against them."

Victory furrows his brow, "Why would Next Gen want to send the Wraith to attack the city? It doesn't make sense."

Grimm starts pulling off her gloves. "Hybrid animals, huh? Maybe they left a trail at the apartment. I'm sure most of the physical evidence is gone, but there may be other ways to track them."

"Like I said, they might not be working for Next Gen anymore. But then again, they might be for all I k now." offers Abigail. "They may be working for someone else, or Next Gen might have an agenda we are unaware of. We don't have enough facts yet." she adds.

"You guys pull everything you can from the body?" inquires Malcolm of Grimm and Torus. For the moment, Malcolm doesn't vocalize any judgments about their opposition.

Victory rubs his chin, "Maybe it was just a 'proof of concept'? Are there any other similar bits of military hardware in the works?"

Garrison says, "That's above my pay grade."

Per usual, The Torus says nothing aloud. .o0(I have completed my examination Gabrielle Grimm.)

Grimm glances towards the Torus as it circles her. o O (Find anything we missed?)

.o0(I do not believe so Gabrielle Grimm.) The The Torus responds, breaking its connection to the exam table and restoring it to Grimm's gravitational field.

Grimm looks over to Malcolm, still looking greener than before. Which isn't easy. "Yeah, everything I could find. Sorry it wasn't much help."

"It was a hell of a lot of help, Ggggggg-"

Malcolm pauses a moment, looking over his shoulder at Grimm. He tries not to blanche as he refinds his voice.

"It was a lot of help, Ms. Grimm. Now we have a suspect and a potential lead on renewed activity by a major metavillainous agency."