CERES Ceres Murder Mystery Theatre

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  1. Oz Sanchez

    Oz Sanchez Belter Militia Pilot

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    Ozomatli “Oz” Sanchez
    Ceres Docks
    Wing Commander’s Office, BMC Terminus Est

    Oz sat behind his desk in an office that was little more than a repurposed supply closet; some cleaning agents and other sundry were still left behind when the place was cleared out to make a workspace for him. Being the wing commander of the chickenhawks on TE, he enjoyed the luxury of his own office, even though he had to almost climb on top of the desk to get out, and all visitors had to stand in the hallway.

    Being wing commander also had its downside. Like investigation a belter Murder that Star Helix didn’t give a damn about. A 16 year old girl was brutally raped and murdered on the docks, her body unceremoniously tossed on a dumpster behind one of the many brothels and hostels that cordon the Docks. When the girl, named Samatha Matsumoto, was found, it took Star Helix a full day to arrive. To do a two hour investigation. To come to the conclusion that she committed suicide. Like she raped herself then shot herself in the back of the head, and then moved herself to the other side of the dock and the dump herself in a dumpster.

    Oz had to look away from the pictures on his desk. They made him weep. He wiped his eyes and blew out a long calming breath. On top of the pictures of the girl in a pose made of grotesque, a picture of her in life sat, a small square of innocence amid a sea of evil. Despite himself he glanced over again.

    Black hair. Big hazel eyes. Her mom said that she was interested in becoming an ambassador to mars to teach people the Belter life and how it’s universal for all people. She loves the belt and it’s people it seemed. She—

    He had to stop again. He squeezed his eyes shut to contain them, then sighed a deep controlling breath again. He was wiping his eyes a second time when there was a knock at his door. One of his wingmen (woman actually) stood before him when he opened it.

    “Lieutenant, there’s a Star Helix cop here to see you. He said something about an email?”

    “Yeah, send him along,” he replied. Oz had written a scathing angry message to Star Helix about heir callousness and disregard for Samantha. The disregard led to Oz and the crew tasked with him to find a lot of good evidence. Evidence Oz was keen to slap Star Helix with.
     
  2. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He had taken to reading the tightbeam message repeatedly, bouncing down the sirish railway. Rape and murder of a young girl was almost too common of a crime to actually ping the records for a case file, given the nature of consistent strife within the asteroid. But after some time, Luka had found it and much to his non-surprise - the case work was shabby at best. The e-mail was right, hardly any form of investigation had taken place.

    The only known witness indicated in the transcript was an elderly woman who lived a good distance away. Far from compelling, particularly due to the weakness of eye witness testimony. But what made the Pomang come knocking, instead of someone else, was the indication of this being caused by one of Star Helix's own. That piqued his interest, given his numerous altercations with Detective Sikes.

    That and the filing had obviously been sterilized.

    Luka followed the wingman in as she guided him through the small office until they came to an open door that he assumed led to a broom closet. Peering in, Luka looked towards the man and then around the small room - his initial instinct was correct. Even through the scent of recycled air, with tones of antiseptic cleanser, the residue of bleach was present and subtle.

    "Lt. @Oz Sanchez, I take it..." He stated quietly as his hands hung to his sides. Wearing a thick coat, clothes that were nondescript and dark, and an almost hidden holster strap across his chest, Luka looked intently towards the man. "Detective Forgrave."
     
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  3. Oz Sanchez

    Oz Sanchez Belter Militia Pilot

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    Oz wiped his face with his back turned to Forgrave. He sniffled, cleared his throat and put on a smile that looked as forced as it felt. “Just Oz is ok. Thanks for coming so quick detective, I didn’t expect to see one of you here so soon. Or at all.” He shook hands with the cop, then said as he gathered up all the information he had, said: “I’d offer you a seat, but I barely fit in here. Let’s take a little walk around the Dock.”

    He half stepped around, half climbed over his desk with a grunt and an embarrassed little chuckle, then let the Helix man out of the ship. Once they are out on the Docks, Oz handed Forgrave the Manila folder with all the evidence. The pictures were not pretty.

    “As I’m sure you’re aware, last week Samantha Matsumoto, 16 years old, was found in a dumpster behind the Belt’s Delight brothel here on the Dock. She was raped, beaten, and then spiked to the back of the head and dumped. The spike was removed, presumably by the killer, and any... physical evidence of the rape was removed. Now about that little issue with it possibly being one of yours...”

    Oz flipped to another picture, one of two footprints, the left one deeper indented.

    “It’s a synthetic leg. I know what you’re thinking, a lot of people have prosthetics right? But check this out...” he flipped to another page, this one with lots of information on it. “The weight of the leg and the type that we think is almost impossible to get out here. Combined with how well the crime scene was scrubbed of any evidence and how Star Helix responded to the murder, points at someone with your office.”
     
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  4. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    The Lieutenant, for a lack of better words, looked rough. Seemed he was emotionally attached and charged which could be good, could be bad. But more times than not, it made for sloppy police work. "It's fine. The Dock works." He replied as they took off and just like that, they were off to the races.

    Taking the manila folder in hand, Luka was taken aback by the use hard copy documents. Most of what needed to be reviewed could be stored in a terminal, leaving him curious as to what reason they would have for physical documentation. Maybe it was to prevent hacking or theft.

    Raising an eyebrow as the man described the circumstance, he recalled the strongly worded e-mail and how it implicated a helix detective beyond a shred of doubt. And as it was all described, it seemed like the certainty had been demoted to logical inference.

    "The response to the murder could have been foul play or...a greenhorn being thrown out too early." Luka looked back over the photos. "Detective Carlyle is fresh off the Docks from the academy in London. Not a lot of experience with crimes of this nature. They should have had a more senior detective on this case."

    He looked over the imagery, detailing weight, gait, and estimated height based on the footprint. Sizable figure with a prosthetic leg, it wasn't ringing any bells. "Star Helix is always an option. Power corrupts and all that..." He flipped through the pages of photos. "Or it's someone who has professional training, experience in this field. And knows certain entities on the Station would be hot to trot over the scandal of a Helix detective raping and murdering between here and the Medina." He closed the folder, eyeing the man. "Have you spoken to any family members? Coworkers or the like? Anyone at the Delight Brothel?" 16 was young for a girl to turn pro but the rabbit hole went far deeper than that on Sirish.
     
  5. Oz Sanchez

    Oz Sanchez Belter Militia Pilot

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    When Forgrave asked whether any family members were questioned, Oz nodded. “Yeah, we talked to the girls mother and sisters. No dad. She went to school one morning, didn’t come back, next time they saw her was in a crime photo three days later. Cop actually asked ‘is this dead kid your daughter?’” Oz made a scoffing noise and shook his head. “Present company excluded, but sometimes we think Star Helix is just here to take care of the people with script, and we lowers have to fend for ourselves.”

    They crossed the dock, some of the workers shooting poisonous glares at Forgrave which melted away when they saw Oz. The Militia was respected for its dedication to the people and not a government, so they figured the Helix agent must not be a bad guy of working with a militiaman. The two men passed in safety.

    “Oye Ozsii, this badge gonna help catch that Owala what killed that poor little Mali?” An old woman selling trinkets for inner tourists asked. She looked at Lukas with a little hope and a lot of suspicion. She pointed a spidery, gnarled finger at Forgrave. “You find that mang, maliwala. You find him and you lay him low, keya? That little girl do nothing to deserve that! Sasa ke, NOBODY deserve that!” The old woman wiped her eyes and turned back to her cart, mumbling about how bad things were getting these days.

    Oz shrugged, the Belter way. “Sorry. As you can see, emotions are a little high right now. That girl was an honor student, athlete, on the Station wide student council, model MCR, the works.One of the brightest kids on Ceres. A future taken not just from her, you see.” Oz cleared his throat and continued. “The brothel they found her behind didn’t have much to say on the matter either. But it if you want real answers, you check the brothels in Medina. Escorts there are better connected to the going’s on than the dock hookers. But you know that already, right detective?”

    Oz shot Lukas a half mocking, half friendly smirk, showing he was mostly joking. Oz knew Forgrave knew about the Medina brothels, and he also knew that Star Helix hadn’t questioned any of the girls (or the boys) working there. “Probably best to check, if you wanna head that way.”

    @Lukas Forgrave @Danika Tenzin
     
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  6. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Oz wasn't wrong, but from a more indirect route. The people who were taken care of either had money or knew people that had money. Whether that meant a tie to London or a tie to Tycho, it didn't much matter. All forms of currency were equal, though some were more equal than others.

    Being a martian, Luka had been accustomed to never being accepted. For those who lived on the belt, he was inner through and through. For Martians, he was that guy that had the military training but wasn't accepted into the academy back in Londres Nova. It was a cyclical thing, everyone suspicious of everyone else unless you had the right marking, the right scars, and the appropriate bone density. So when the people looked his way, when the woman made requests and accusations all in one breath, he simply offered a neutral smile and a subtle nod.

    He understood the gauntlet they existed in and he commiserated with them more than any other. But that wouldn't change how they felt, particularly because of the tribe he had chosen.

    "Being upset by this loss is understandable..." In the back of his mind, he could still hear the thumps of a lifeless child, tethered to hull of the station and bouncing in the solar winds. Smiling as he held the manila folder to his chest, he nodded as he tongued his cheek. "The pros know what their clients know and everyone has loose lips when they've gotten what they wanted. The ladies down here are just bedding the men that aren't in the know..." He held up his hand, apologetically. "No offense."

    Tapping on the folder, he looked around. "Model student, great future by all accounts, dumped behind a brothel and killed in the fashion of the brothel - somebody is trying to say something. And they're saying it quietly." He held out his hand for them to continue on. "I'd like to know what they have to say."

    @Oz Sanchez @Danika Tenzin
     
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  7. Loske Matson

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    [​IMG]
    Ceres; Docks


    The Ceres docks were pretty much always full of life; but there was more incoming with supplies etcetera than things going. Belters, although born in Space, had limited access to travel. It was expensive and the gravity situations were pretty much unguaranteed anywhere outside The Belt. They could certainly hop from rock to rock, but it was a gloomy option.

    Loske reached up and tightened her ponytail, putting some extra speed in her pace as she zipped amongst too-tall people in coveralls. On Earth, she was considered tall for a girl. On Ceres, she was below average. That thought wasn’t really on her mind though, her path was pretty well B-lined (aside from upward glances to make sure she was still in the right spot) to the spray-painted numbers on the upper parts of the docks.

    Star Helix wasn’t foreign to receiving spam mail, or even hateful mail. An Earth security team, labeled as cops, in a world full of Belters? It just sounded suffocating. The aggressive message detailing the failed attempts of solutions from the detective team though, got some attention. Especially since it was accusing the legitimacy of the research.

    Well, since you couldn’t do your job we did it for you. The Militia now has evidence on who the murderer is, and surprise surprise, it points to someone in Star Helix. You want this info? Come down to Dock 19, look for a carrier called Terminus Est. I’ll be waiting.

    Talk about misrepresentation. As someone who was foreign, but also emotively charged with empathy, she’d been assigned to trail the detective who’d been assigned; Dt. Forgraves.

    Halfway past dock 18, she caught sight of the familiar silhouette standing close to who she assumed was the passionate person who’d sent the incredibly jarring tightbeam. She caught the tail end of the conversation enough to know that they were heading back up to the Medina. A place which, by the way, was her least favourite spot on Ceres.

    Sidling up to the pair, the rookie pocketed her hands and shrugged her shoulders forward; a disarming body language “More ears are better to pick up on whispers.”

    She was pretty proud of that cool opening line, and how seamlessly it tacked onto the last sentence that was said. Nevertheless, she extended a hand from her pocket toward the Militia-turned-impromptu-detective-bent-on-blaming-Helix fellow. She was still self conscious about the way her holster leather creaked when she moved; she was still so new it hadn’t been broken in yet. Only halfway through her probationary period!

    “Hi, Officer Matson. Got your message and thought an extra hand may be....handy.
     
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  8. Oz Sanchez

    Oz Sanchez Belter Militia Pilot

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    Oz nearly shot the young woman that came upon them, an Earther cop, sneaky yet not enough. She was very lucky that neither men (Oz figures that Forgeave was not a man to be trifled with) killed her out right for the ambush. As it was, both men kept their composure when Matson crept up on them. Oz looked at the cop, then at Forgrave. “Christ above do you Earthers just grow out of the deck? Now who the hell is she??”

    When Matson introduces herself, Oz shook her hand but released it quickly, almost abruptly. He still had a severe distrust of Earthers, women not being an exception. Despite being young, and pretty, she was still Earth, her diminutive size and build reminding him and all others like him of a home he had never seen and could never return to.

    “Ozomatli Sanchez, Belter Militia. You can call me Oz. This is Lukas Forgeave, one of your Star Helix pals. He and I are chumming together for this. If you really want in...” he let the words hang heavily in the air as he handed her the folder full of horror. All around them, dock life continued unmolested, comings and goings, deals and scams, life and death. He continued: “here is the file for the victim. Do me a favor and don’t let any passers by see it when you open it. Belters are nosy and nobody needs to see what’s in there.”

    @Lukas Forgrave @Loske Matson
     
  9. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Luka smirked at the initial interaction before butting in. "Oh, Matson and I know each other. Done a bit of research together on some other cases." He looked towards the belter, smile was neutral yet reassuring. "She's not old Earther. New blood." What that meant was fairly evident. The older generation was out for themselves and their assets, the new generation saw Belters as the downtrodden and disenfranchised. Many broke away from their families to help the belt, to see justice and equality put back in place.

    Some thought it was foolish.

    Some thought it was admirable.

    Luka was just surprised how difficult it was to ghost her and cover his tracks. This was a hard case, made more so by the nature of the crime and the emotions involved. It wasn't his intent to involve her on something like this so soon in her career on Ceres. He was planning on letting her ease into things, wade into the water before jumping to the deep end. But maybe it was all the deep end. And maybe she wasn't looking to be babied.

    They continued their path as Luka indicated for @Loske Matson to open the folder. "Pictures are graphic but they tell a story. Now we just need to figure out what that story is. And once we sort that out, we get the why and the who will fall into place."

    Soon enough they would be to the brothel. Then they could discuss things, poke around and sort out the nature of the crime itself. What they knew was straightforward and lean. A young belter, with promise, was slain brutally. And she was slain by what appeared to be an individual, professional, with a prosthetic leg. Oz was convinced it leaned towards Helix and Luka, as always, was skeptical of the narrative.

    @Oz Sanchez
     
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  10. Loske Matson

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    "Nice to meet you, Oz. You seem friendlier in person than broadcast." She smirked and accepted the transfer of the files, to which her groomed brows rose in surprise. When her fingertips touched the paper envelope, she was surprised. Paper was typically made from trees, a luxury she hadn't seen on Ceres yet and it felt foreign in this environment. The lack of natural resources had pushed The Belt forward in technological suggestions as stop-gaps.

    She wedged her thumb between the folder and curled the pages open. Though both the men had given her an "R" rated warning, there was really no easing into the information. The brief was not at the top of the folder and the first image was the splayed teenager, crimson and bruised. Her lips drew into a thin line as they walked, shifting her ponytail to hang over her shoulder as some sort of curtain to conceal the contents from prying eyes as @Oz Sanchez had suggested. Squinting, she continued to finger through the contents - her face reacting more than she would have liked.

    "Catch me up, please - why are we going into a brothel? How old do you have to be to start working at one of those spots?" The profile didn't align with a sex worker, but assumptions had no place on Ceres.
     
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  11. Jethro Wright

    Jethro Wright Simple Man

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    Inside the brothel, Jethro Wright sat at a bar. Well, "sat" might be too generous. His head lay slumped against the countertop, soaking in a puddle of booze from his spilled drink. He'd a watch cap on and clothing too ragged for anyone from the core, but that did not make him any less an Earther.

    One of the brothel's muscle stood a few steps away. Eventually, they might wake him up and ask him to leave, but he'd started off well. Came in spending winnings from a card game at a place across the street. Spent enough to get himself sloppy.

    Now he just kind of lay there. The Muscle scratched at his chin. Saw all kinds of deviants in this place, but people like this "Jethro" were more common. Came in looking to forget. Muscle wondered if he got what he paid for . . .
     
  12. Oz Sanchez

    Oz Sanchez Belter Militia Pilot

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    Matson asked why they were headed to a brothel, just as they entered the tube line headed to Medina. Oz replied: “because a murder like this gets a lot of attention, and women who work in brothels hear everything. Some men like to talk after sex. So I’m told at least.”
    Entering the tube car, Oz continued. “Most of the girls are OPA, or work for pirates, or slavers, so if you want info about a crime on Ceres, you talk to the working girls, keya?”
     
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  13. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    "Most people like to talk after sex..." He quipped quietly as they moved through the tunnel, overhead white lamps flashing intermittently to their gait. He wasn't accustomed to walking but with this sort of crew, standing on the railway lift brought them unneeded attention. And Luka wasn't exactly about to bring them to the brothel in one of the Helix bouncy carts.

    Just didn't seem like anything besides walking made any sense.

    "And we're going to a brothel...beyond what the Lt. said, is because of the nature of the crime. And where the victim was found." They rounded the corner, coming out in the red light district of the Medina. Though with the hour and lights, it was hard to tell that certain doors and thresholds were shrouded in normally brightly flashing hues of red LED's that ran from ground to top of door. Some brothels were loud like that, others were more subtle for a more bashful client.

    Or for the client who just wanted a bit of discretion.

    Luka hadn't taken part in the customer side of this area but he had ventured into the locale for work. And sometimes that work was volunteer, helping out friends or future friends with a bit of legitimized wetwork. And ruffling through his pocket, that might have been clear as the bouncer crossed his arms with their approach.

    "A bit early for swinging fists, Detective." The man was big, like a juiced up Belter with thin bones, but he looked primed to take someones head off. Yet, his smile was warm. "Hard to tell with all the lights off."

    "Yeah." The man nodded. "You here on business?"

    "Yeah. Need to talk to your girls."

    "Now's a good time for it. They aren't doing much else."

    "Good." Luka nodded for @Oz Sanchez and @Loske Matson to head in, unknowingly to where @Jethro Wright would be drowning himself in booze. The senior detective, on the other hand, stayed behind to scratch a palm with a particularly heavy poker chip.
     
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  14. Loske Matson

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    [​IMG] Delight

    Loske wasn’t sure which was grosser -- the portfolio of gore in her hand, or the discussion of what men did after intercourse. Even the idea of during intercourse was a bit of a turn off; though, she didn’t really know. Little miss rookie (on multiple fronts) hadn’t experienced anything quite to that degree.


    “I see…” she started, turning the page in the dossier to the summary of events assumed and suppressed a shudder. “Just to be clear, we’re going to talk to the women without that whole middleman action, right guys?”

    Another difference between men and women, bone density aside. Women would talk all the time; men, not so much apparently. Ask Loske anything and she was pretty much an open book, aside from NDAs. Her face wasn’t doing a good job at hiding her confused grossedoutness.

    The question of how old someone had to be to work here was answered after the bouncer let them in, after playing off some kind of rapport he and @Lukas Forgrave had previously established. She quirked a brow and looked over her shoulder briefly, before refocusing and trotting to @Oz Sanchez.

    “Here’s your folder, thanks for getting it together.” she handed it back to him, not really wanting to keep touching the paper as if the crime would spread into her blood from the fingertip touch.After that, it was absorption and observation. Checking doors and corners, assessing the people on the inside, the layout. Vulnerabilities in people and place.


    Light eyes moved around the establishment. It wasn’t empty, but it was kind of close. Dimly lit, as one would expect. Even though it wasn’t the busiest hour, the technicolour lights still flared and circled the room; igniting different angles (some more flattering than others) of the people inside. Girls, probably younger than Loske (and some definitely older) leaned against the wall, loomed in booths. Their bodies always stretched, elongating their curves and looking enviably attractive. She scratched at her temple, browsing over the silhouettes peppered that were more masculine. Some were in the booths, draped with girls and women, some were standing and moving from girl to girl. There were bouncers throughout as well; and they may have seen someone a little aggressive at times as well. Bouncer to patron, she had to lightly snort. She’d just been thinking of bouncers being aggressive with someone murdering and raping a young girl, and this one was babysitting a barfly who couldn’t keep their own head up.

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    “You out here explorin’, darling?” A rough voice cooed, and Loske hadn’t realized she was physically wandering around until long fingers touched against her hip. The voice belonged to an older woman, which was kind of upsetting at first. It’s not like brothels didn’t exist on Earth, but they were mostly filled with younger people - their working year before college. Once in a while, someone needed more than basic could provide, but most often what she’d seen case-wise from the academy was young prostitutes -- not older ones. This woman was a Belter, her body a little too long to be natural, and her face stretched from age, science and probably drugs. But she was still somehow beautiful.

    “Looking for something you didn’t know about before?” The woman was, of course, hinting at a sexual rendezvous. A green streak danced across the woman’s face and down her body, followed hotly by a pink and yellow one in sequence. The lines then turned to dots, when Loske found her mouth a little dry as the woman’s fingers took a liberal strut upward until she unhappily discovered Loske’s hidden holster beneath her jacket. “An zákomang, ke? I’ve worked with some before, maybe not so koyo gufovedi. ”


    “Oh, yes, I, yes I am.” Her own hand grasped the woman’s wrist, gently removing it from her body; skin crawling at the intrusion. “And I am looking for something...maybe someone?”


    Again, Loske still hadn’t picked up on the flirtatious nature of this conversation and the woman’s face looked somewhat delighted; her dyed red curls swaying gently from (what one could assume) the musk in the room. “You’re intro discovery hmmm?” She brushed up closer, prompting Loske to take a step back with a genuinely puzzled expression.


    “Uh, yeah - for a girl...her--” she was cut off, and the woman stepped in again more aggressively this time.


    “You sure not a woman, mali zákomang?” The presentation of the tall Belter, before her; swaying gently; should have been indication enough. Still, the fuzz girl was out to lunch.


    “No, very much a girl. Only sixteen.”


    The woman’s brow raised, her lips turned downward, offended. Her hips jut out to support her hands as her posture became a little more abrasive. “To wanya sixteen? Mali, I can be just as good.”

    The fact she didn't outright say no to someone that young working here, made the rookie cringe. “Some people work here who are sixteen?”

    The woman shook her head. “Not really, only one - manager thought she was older.”

    “Was it a Samantha Matsumoto?”

    The woman’s eyes narrowed, shaking her head with disgust; all her flirting was getting zero reward with this blonde earther.

    “You sasa, I never lay with inner before.”

    “What?”

    “Your body talk different?”

    “W..what? Was it Samantha Matsumoto who lied about her age?”

    The woman shrugged, reaching up to twirl her fire-hydrant dyed hair around her finger before biting down on her lip.

    “Si, mali; but she only work once or twice. Empathy something. Me sasa there’s other ways to get inside people and their heads.”

    "Anything else you noticed about her?"

    CC: @Jethro Wright \\ @Danika Tenzin
     
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  15. Jethro Wright

    Jethro Wright Simple Man

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    At the sound of voices, his eyes slowly opened, their depths a shade of forest green - not that anyone in this artificial hell had ever seen a forest in person.

    Jethro let out a grunt and shifted in his seat at the bar. He pawed at his head, pulling away the soaked watchcap and revealing ruffled hair of dark gold. He blinked at the cap, then tossed it away in no particular direction, a disgusted look on his face.

    "Mm."

    Wright wiped off the puddle of beer on the counter with a sleeve, then took another glance around the room. He saw a couple strangers, ignored them, and reached for his glass. He clinked it against another glass on the counter loudly.

    "Hey... hey. Can I get some service or what?"
     
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  16. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Luka had a long chat with the bouncer as @Loske Matson and @Oz Sanchez made their way in, right about the area where @Jethro Wright was looking for service in a louder than normal fashion. The conversation revolved around the same sort of information that was being gleaned from the interior of the brothel, but with far less success. The large man indicated that he had a taste for the cleaner side of sex, which Luka found odd, given the man's chosen profession.

    And Luka changed the subject to the set of pro's that worked down in the rainbow district, saved from a particularly unruly pimp with a metal hand, who had taken to beating the women for peculiar client preferences. The fact that the women were pre-transition was only added bonuses for the clients. Luka had helped the bouncer with the situation, responding to a distress call, and in turn exacted a bit of Ceres justice that never made it entirely to the books.

    Luka had learned long ago that when working with a leaky ship, it was best not to throw in any additional water.

    Making his way in, Luka crossed his arms and leaned against the threshold - watching quietly as Loske stumbled her way through the canvas. Either missing the cues outright or ignoring them, the Senior Detective couldn't really decide on how to approach the conversation without ruining it outright. So, instead, he passed a few glances towards Jethro before making eye contact with the older prostitute who was looking to make a certain young Earther her next partner.

    "Oya, tu brought Du Pomang, huh?" The woman cooed as she looked over Loske's shoulder. Luka chuckled as he pulled out his terminal, approaching. "I think I preferred your hair brown, Cecile."

    "Last I checked, you didn't prefer me at all." Cecile responded, mildly exasperated, as she curled a finger through the locks. "Hmm." Luka smirked as he pulled the notes from the terminal. "So once or twice, got any records of who visited her?"

    "Maybe. Maybe no. Tu buying?" Luka let out a sigh as he pocketed the terminal. "No. Maybe I'll talk to the head mistress then? Though..." Luka nodded towards the area behind him. "I think that guy might be buying." He was, obviously, referring to the drunkard moaning about service. With a smirk, the woman gave Loske a longer stare. "I'll be around, tu wanya talk more..." Brushing past Luka, she made her way to the man and the Senior Detective watched.

    "Ms. Clements...not her real name." Luka stated to the young woman, though his eyes stuck to Cecile. Ms. Clements was a fairly notorious head mistress for a number of brothels. One standard, like this one, and a few others that catered to certain fetishes. "We'll need her ledger. If she has one. And the terminal recordings of the rooms used by our victim."

    With the way Oz had talked about this girl, the Lieutenant wasn't likely to be happy to hear that she had taken part in this sort of business. But Luka had his suspicions. No one was clean on this asteroid.
     
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