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MRS Morey - PBF
Xander Morhaime:
Neither of the two shapes seemed much intent on moving, even when prodded. The first one, in the bedroom, was a woman. She seemed to be in her early thirties, and looked quite peaceful, almost asleep. The second shape, though... well, the 40-ish man fell out of the chair at the nudge and collapsed in a heap on the floor, leaving a sticky dark patch on the surface of the desk he'd been leaning against, something metallic falling from his hand when he dropped.
Malek Deneith:
Hagazi cautiously crouched to pick up the thing that fell.
Xander Morhaime:
The item turned out to be a pistol, a small semi-automatic civilian model. Well-maintained, but nothing too far out of the ordinary as far as quality went.
Silhar:
Doc comes closer to a body, examining the poor fellow's flesh now lying on the floor. Afterwards, he places him on his back and crosses his arms on his chest, closing his eyes with a one move of a palm. Then, the doctor proceeds with digging through the desk's contents, desperate to find any items of usefulness...
"Whatcha have got here, boss ?", he asks Hagezi, raising his head from above the drawer.
Malek Deneith:
- "A gun. Seems the guy shot himself. Wouldn't be surprised if it had to do with situation here" - Hagazi responds, thinks for a moment then walks to the door - "Hey Mr. Johnson, any chances you'd come in? The picture isn't pretty, but there doesn't seem to be anything willing to jump on us and rip our faces off, and you'll probably have a better idea what to look for than any of us."
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