Reluctant Murderer
Ignatius Rausgeber looked glum as he slowly strode through the luxury apartment complex. While he carried himself with dignity, his soul ached. Although it had not been made public yet, the death of his dearest uncle had been disclosed to the Rausgeber clan, who privately mourned the loss of their most successful sun. For Ignatius, as a man whose own father was fixated upon his career, hearing of his uncles death had shattered him.
However, when the order was dispatched by Central Command for a search of the now dead Fleet Admiral's apartment to ascertain and secure any valuable documents, the younger man agreed. He saw it personally as apart of a debt he owed the older man. Leading the small party of plains clothes FOSB officers, he took point. "It's just down this hall." Ignatius roboticly informed them, as he pressed ahead. The apartment was lavish by Avalonian standards. Brass door knobs adorned every door, with platinum keycard recievers, along with a lovely velvet carpet.
Several people opened their doors, watching the procession march through, before closing them. It was not exactly an inconspicuous event, despite the clothing. As they arrived at the apartment, Ignatius took the lead. He had the sole keycard to the apartment, asides from the man in question. Carefully using it, and then keying in the PIN, Ignatius opened the door, and ushered the party in. The apartment sat in complete darkness, which one of the party remedied, by turning on the lights.
He locked the door behind them, and his eyes crossed over the contingent of agents, and the apartment. It was a mess to say the least. Wires were strewn around, along with tomes of books. Carlyle Rausgeber's accolades and former rank insignia's sat, framed along walls. His coffee table was a real mess, with a small computer, lying on top of a pile of holograph projectors and data disks of enormous size. "Well," Ignatius began glumly, "Let's begin then..."
[member="The Major"]
However, when the order was dispatched by Central Command for a search of the now dead Fleet Admiral's apartment to ascertain and secure any valuable documents, the younger man agreed. He saw it personally as apart of a debt he owed the older man. Leading the small party of plains clothes FOSB officers, he took point. "It's just down this hall." Ignatius roboticly informed them, as he pressed ahead. The apartment was lavish by Avalonian standards. Brass door knobs adorned every door, with platinum keycard recievers, along with a lovely velvet carpet.
Several people opened their doors, watching the procession march through, before closing them. It was not exactly an inconspicuous event, despite the clothing. As they arrived at the apartment, Ignatius took the lead. He had the sole keycard to the apartment, asides from the man in question. Carefully using it, and then keying in the PIN, Ignatius opened the door, and ushered the party in. The apartment sat in complete darkness, which one of the party remedied, by turning on the lights.
He locked the door behind them, and his eyes crossed over the contingent of agents, and the apartment. It was a mess to say the least. Wires were strewn around, along with tomes of books. Carlyle Rausgeber's accolades and former rank insignia's sat, framed along walls. His coffee table was a real mess, with a small computer, lying on top of a pile of holograph projectors and data disks of enormous size. "Well," Ignatius began glumly, "Let's begin then..."
[member="The Major"]