Examine Crime Scene

You scan the room with your overlays, noting footprints in the blood . . . and tracks of the Jellies too. A lotta folks have been going in and out of this place. Near the body there are fewer marks. Small mercies, you suppose.

A close look at Umesh’s body doesn’t tell you anything new. He got smashed, and he got smashed hard.

A pair of Marines walk up.

“You the ones who found the body?” you ask.

The Marines node, and the one on the right says, “Yessir. Me and Yardel here.”

“See anything unusual.”

Yardel snorts. “Just a corpse. You know, normal, everyday stuff.”

It’s a poor attempt at humor. “I’ll need all of your implant records for the past twenty-four hours.”

They grunt, and you exchange passcodes. Their records download onto your system.