Venaticus had some time before his client would return. So, an early jump on the case seemed to be the correct move. The mortician was a young dwarf male, approximately five foot three and was good at what he did, but little else. He preserved the body and marked any lacerations, cuts or bruises found on the body. What they meant was unimportant to him, others handled that.
Venaticus didn't bother asking the elf's name as he had a record of who came in and from where. Not surprisingly, there were not that many elves in business suits being shot with sniper bullets. In fact, there was only one, a woman named Potraya Marote. Venaticus asked the front desk lady where he could find her, the lady was an elderly human who looked bored out of her mind, normally they would question him and ask for some identification but she was apathetic towards it all and just let him pass. She had pointed towards the west wing, which meant that the elf had only been killed within three days. The entire ward smelled of preserver and blood. Even though Venaticus was not an organic, he had been given sensors to sense air particles which made him able to appear more human. Inside the ward, there were names flashing above each doorway. Potraya showed up on the fifth to the right.
Potraya would have been pretty, but anything that would have gotten in the way, including her hair and clothes had been either cut off or removed. Her face was nigh unrecognizable aside from a singular eye which was hanging by a thread. The bullet was found inside the stone building and had been reconstructed next to her body. The shot was clean aside from the facial damage, her whole body was only spotted with the occasional bruise one would gain from a fall. Everything on her was pale, even for an elf and most organics would be unable to spend a second in the room with the blood buckets nearby. The bullet was a recognized model, a 678-35 60 caliber round. Brutally effective and causes a bit of a scene, allowing escape. This was a professional. The most important part however, was the back of the casing. Every rifle put the indentation slightly differently but were all consistent within each other. While organics are normally unable to detect these differences, even with a microscope unless the model was very special, Venaticus had a gift for this kind of analyzing. He took the measurements down to the exact nanometer and even then had a couple thousand decimals and began running that with his own database on rifles. Once he had his rifle, he would have his weapon. Which he could then back trace to all of the owners in the area. Of course, that would only be step one. He wanted both the killer and the person who most likely hired him. With such a professional shot, it was unlikely that someone went and did it themselves.
The Dwarf that ran the preservation part of the morgue was simply staring at the Latino analyzing a dead body. When he finally left, the Dwarf finally figured it out and yelled "Eh, Roberto! When you get done with this case, I have something for you to do for me!" Venaticus ignored him as always and went on with his own business.
Venaticus didn't bother asking the elf's name as he had a record of who came in and from where. Not surprisingly, there were not that many elves in business suits being shot with sniper bullets. In fact, there was only one, a woman named Potraya Marote. Venaticus asked the front desk lady where he could find her, the lady was an elderly human who looked bored out of her mind, normally they would question him and ask for some identification but she was apathetic towards it all and just let him pass. She had pointed towards the west wing, which meant that the elf had only been killed within three days. The entire ward smelled of preserver and blood. Even though Venaticus was not an organic, he had been given sensors to sense air particles which made him able to appear more human. Inside the ward, there were names flashing above each doorway. Potraya showed up on the fifth to the right.
Potraya would have been pretty, but anything that would have gotten in the way, including her hair and clothes had been either cut off or removed. Her face was nigh unrecognizable aside from a singular eye which was hanging by a thread. The bullet was found inside the stone building and had been reconstructed next to her body. The shot was clean aside from the facial damage, her whole body was only spotted with the occasional bruise one would gain from a fall. Everything on her was pale, even for an elf and most organics would be unable to spend a second in the room with the blood buckets nearby. The bullet was a recognized model, a 678-35 60 caliber round. Brutally effective and causes a bit of a scene, allowing escape. This was a professional. The most important part however, was the back of the casing. Every rifle put the indentation slightly differently but were all consistent within each other. While organics are normally unable to detect these differences, even with a microscope unless the model was very special, Venaticus had a gift for this kind of analyzing. He took the measurements down to the exact nanometer and even then had a couple thousand decimals and began running that with his own database on rifles. Once he had his rifle, he would have his weapon. Which he could then back trace to all of the owners in the area. Of course, that would only be step one. He wanted both the killer and the person who most likely hired him. With such a professional shot, it was unlikely that someone went and did it themselves.
The Dwarf that ran the preservation part of the morgue was simply staring at the Latino analyzing a dead body. When he finally left, the Dwarf finally figured it out and yelled "Eh, Roberto! When you get done with this case, I have something for you to do for me!" Venaticus ignored him as always and went on with his own business.
