THE STATION

Seth attacks the repository of biometrics on the Station's main computer with precision eliminating from the offset anythinf that does not have 99% similarity to the input. As he scans through the return value, with great care he isolates distinct markings of note upon the three suspects, eliminating from the pool anything that didn't match. Artfully he compared gait, profile, silohuettes, and body composition from the remaining return values.

When the final return values manifested he immediately uploaded the information to the group sharepoint. Requesting his partners sign off upon opening the document. Had he done this before?

Bob has no clue what the android is doing, but it's probably for the best. He focus on the faces of the suspects and tries to memories them in the old fashion human way as, knowing Seth, the android likely takes over the entire facility's system.

At some point, he just turns away and looks for any clue about how frequent these "low power modes" are...

Bob sneaks up behind Seth. "Anything interesting in there?"

"What's the probability of the equipment killing Adam during that hour of low power mode?" Bob asks Seth, curious about what the android will come up with when he runs the numbers.

"Well that doesn't help much does it?" Bob looks back at the screen. About twice Seth thinks? "Anyway. I guess if there's nothing else we can check here we probably should have a look at the crime scene, before visiting this Starfire Lounge. I could actually use a drink."

"Well, it is well within scope. Though I am examining the wounds on the cadaver..."

Seth trailed off as he attempted to ascertain the direction that force was applied to Adam's cranium. He was not the best field medic, but reasoned that he could easily identify the source of the fatal blow when choosing between a heavy blunt object in a man's hand versus the shearing force of a machine. He sought discretion between the two modes, using his insight to form a mental image that could sincerely represent the fatal blow judging the position and damage to the corpse.

"Well, the incident report looks ok." Bob mentions as he reviews the new evidence. "Beaten up in the back and decapitated by machine. We just need to figure out what happened in the middle. I wonder if Adam would need to be standing inside the food processor to loose his head... "

As they approach the Protein Production Line, Bob briefly stops annoying Seth with his obvious observations. But then, not for long "Looks like we got company. This is why I need the gun. Remind me to go and get it after this."

Ignoring the gentlemen's personal space, Bob happily wave the marshal badge "Good day good gentlemen. Karen sends her regards. We're here to investigate the incident if that area happens to be available now. "

Seth saw that Bob was feeling conversational, so he raised the reflective radiation shield from his mask. The deep garish scar on his left eye had not yet fully healed. His gaze retaining that criticality of a wild animal, one that was far too intelligent. "Move." Seth, being completely oblivious to social queues simply approaches the muscled hulks. And when they resisted Bob with their body language he secured the threat. He gives them a cursory inspection before his posture changes and he rises to the balls of his feet. The empty eyed stare of a synthetic, cold, calculating, detatched. Seth, being convinced he was also human, had no means of knowing what kind of threat he posed. Only, cold certainty that their aggressive posture was just that, posturing.

Seth's proficiency rating included his security chit on the readout. It rated him as S+ when it came to close quarters combat and S on his firearms proficiency. How a reactor technician had come by that skillset was anyone's guess. Seth was not posturing, he was not pretending to be tough. Most special forces only ever achieved a AA rating in CQC, that was common knowledge. With those empty shark's eyes he stared through the threat having assessed their weaknesses almost as soon as he spotted them.

"Now."

Seth knew he was the most dangerous thing in the room, he wanted the goons to know this as well.

Bob looks around, noticing the vending machine. "Hey you think we have some good brains inside this one?". He barely notices the food processor where the actual murder might have happened.

Bob looks inside, trying to figure out if there is anything suspicious about the bars inside, then around to find how to open the machine. Even if there is nothing to see there, it might be good to know who these things work. After all, they do have permission to open them and find whatever is left of Adam's brain.