Sayah could only stare in horror at the bloody mess in front of her before the others hitting the deck prompted her to join them in taking cover. But there were no further shots. Clearly the killer had found their target.
While Sayah, Razaq and Khalil made themselves scarce, Arin distracted the reporter while Tahir made a quick search of Aram's body. He found some gambling chips in his pocket, along with a communicator and a couple of thousand birr. He talked to the authorities when they arrived, learning that they believed his death was due to gambling debts. Aram's parents got the sad news. He'd been keeping quiet about having the mystic's disease, out of fear that his parents would loose their bakery concession if it came out.
The group regathered for some tea and to eat the baklava they'd got from Aram's parents, which was really excellent. As they were eating, Khalil suddenly heard a loud sound in his head. Five notes.
Checking out the local news feeds, there was clearly a lot of discussion of the mystic's disease, and a lot of disagreement, which was sometimes spilling out into violence on the streets. Then a news alert came up. The emissary was missing, having failed to show up at the council meeting. Crowds were forming in Spring Plaza, wanting to know what was going on. There were claims that the emissary had been sighted, but could reports from down in the Cellar really be trusted?
But the group found themselves with more pressing things to worry about when they were hand delivered an invitation to dinner with a judge. Sayah assured everyone she could help them find suitable clothing. This wasn't the first time she'd had to dress people for dinner. Razaq declined. He had no intention of going anywhere near a judge.
Dinner was in the evening, and they had plenty of time before that for both shopping and trying to make sense of what had happened to Aram. They had two leads - the gambling chips and the communicator. The former were quickly identified as belonging to the Oporium. The latter proved more enlightening - point to point encrypted, with the other end point being somewhere near the Sanitorium.
Sayah and Tahir went to follow up on the communicator. While the Sanitorium was next to the library and the museum, it was in the entrance to the Sanitorium itself where they found their target. Her name was Sanna Torm, and she was expecting to meet Aram. She recognised Sayah, much to Sayah's alarm, although she relaxed on learning that Sanna had seen her in a vision. They quietly told her about Aram's death, and advised her not to go into the Sanitorium, but to stay with her family (who were sufficiently rich and powerful for Sayah to recognise their name.)
While Sayah gathered anyone willing for a shopping trip, Razaq went in search of the street children again. He asked them about the Cellar. They hadn't been there, and claimed it was full of shambling jelly monsters. However, they thought if he really wanted to visit, the stevedores might be able to help.
Minus Razaq, the group got dressed and went for dinner with Judge Nigelia. It was obvious she'd done her research on everyone, as her veiled comments were enough to rattle at least some of them. She had a job for them: look into the emissary's disappearance.
Once a suitable fee had been negotiated (9000 birr and a weapon license for everyone who didn't already have one) they all headed to the emissary's lakeside residence, accompanied by Judicator Akouba as the Judge required.
It was a strange sight. Blood all over the living room and trails of it down the hallway to to door. And yet the rest of the house was almost uncannily clean. It was as if the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen had never been used. The only item that seemed out of place was a hand fan by the bed, decorated with First Come religious iconography.
Sayah went straight for the data console, wanting to keep her mind off the blood for as long as possible. She found it infected with data memes, and after a brief flashback to the horrible time when she'd had to do a system restore on Suleiman to remove an infection, she realised that the codebase was familiar. The Order of the Pariah. A group strongly opposed to the Icons - and presumably, by extension, to the emissary.
The security footage had cut out before anything particularly useful could be seen, but there was one familiar face that appeared before that. Johar Quassar, the ambassador of the Hegemony. The last thing to be visible before the footage cut out.
The group examined the sitting room. Its walls were decorated with a mosaic, which had been seriously damaged. Some examination revealed the cause to be a vulcan carbine on autofire. On the floor was a Miran prayer rug, heavily stained with blood, much to Tahir and Sayah's distress. It was a terrible thing to happen to any kind of soft furnishings. There were books lying around with cut pages, looking like they'd been slashed with a dura knife.
There were also bowls on the floor. One had contained water, one incense, which had burned a hole in the rug. One contained couscous and one held candles. All four were decorated with religious symbols, and their contents and design seemed to link them to Miran and Algolan representations of the four states of all things.
Closer examination of the floor found a series of hairline cracks, and looking at the walls again found a similar pattern. It was like some kind of wave of force had hit the room, deflecting even bullets. A single vulcan round was found embedded in the wall. A noiseless vibro round, not the standard model. Black market gear.
They questioned the Judicator about the blood. Six individual sources had been identified, although the biocode analysis was not yet complete. What they knew so far was that five of them were likely Zelosians. The sixth had behaved oddly in analysis.
There was one last desecration of soft furnishings - or clue, to those of the group who weren't from the Aliya. A bloody right hand print on the rug.
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