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He was a lowly data analyst this time around, though re-entering the CDC as a guard had been a tempting option he figured that might have been pushing his luck. It was easy enough to get in unnoticed, he hadn’t gone through even semi-legitimate channels this time around because he didn’t plan to stay for long. Lekh had decided to get the Ambassador’s little task for him out of the way as soon as possible. Ironically, this had led him back to the CDC, which was not only the starting point for his plan to backtrack Racheli Desdemona, but also the site of the regional archive for birth and death records, among other things. This was good for one thing, it meant he didn’t have to go far to learn most of what he needed, as the start was almost always the hardest in research tasks like these ones.

[b]Racheli Lorna Desdemona[/b]
D.O.B: October 31st 1988
Birth Mother: Jackie Lorna Desdemona
Birth Father: Michael Garth

Jackie Lorna Desdemona, deceased, Michael Garth, deceased. Interesting. Both premature, not long after one another, unrelated incidents perhaps, perhaps not. Further investigation into the deaths of her parents could be of use in drawing her out of hiding, potential emotional weakness. The living article would have been more useful as hostages, but the dead have their uses as well. Silence took some last information he was interested in from the CDC, namely further research into her disease after her departure and some insights the CDC had come up with. He even scoured through the doctor’s information, using what he knew of the interfering fellows to take what data he could on them. With all that done, he left, hopefully for the last time.

He knew where Racheli was born, whatever had happened to her parents likely happened there. Unwilling to travel to Nevada, Silence contacted one of his liaisons who set him up with some influential people in the Syndicate. He got the information he asked for the very same day, albeit as the sun was beginning to set on the horizon. What his contacts had uncovered was interesting indeed.

Murdered, both, that’s how they’d gone out. Different circumstances though, that was for sure. The mom had been killed by an unknown assailant, later determined to be one ‘Michael Garth.’ The dad had punched his final letter at the behest of the benevolent U.S government, found guilty of the murder of an unknown woman found buried in his garden, the kidnapping of his child, and held under suspicion of the murder of one ‘Jackie Lorna Desdemona.’ Not to mention held under suspicion of multiple murders up and down the country, evidence for which was provided by his own daughter. Open and shut case, he was executed by lethal injection only a short while later. Apparently, the young Racheli might have been present for both murders, too young to fully understand the implications, she was placed into the care of her Aunt, at least avoiding the foster system. Interestingly, she then moved to Maine, he could pick up her trail there later, if he wished, but he wasn’t all that interested in doing it personally. He had Rook go look into it with one of his other street walkers.

Silence read and re-read the notes before him late into the night, and as dawn threatened to break over the horizon, he packed his bags and got in a taxi for Lost Haven airport. 
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Jamestown Nevada, the birthplace of Racheli Desdemona, whose story was growing increasingly interesting to the ever-curious criminal. He had the Syndicate to thank for his new documents, allowing him to fly across over two thousand miles of land in only four hours despite technically being an illegal. It wasn’t all that much to look at, he had to admit, but such places rarely were. Still, it was interesting to see more of America beyond that which he had seen on business for the Syndicate and through the media. The country couldn’t help but hold a certain allure, even for him, as it had for so many people in the old world. He assimilated himself into the local culture and accent seamlessly, adopting the casual wear and speaking like he’d lived there his whole life. It was often the small things that made a difference in his line of work, that made people open up to you or reveal more than they ought. 

Using a formidable capacity for deception, Silence was able to endear himself to the locals and get their knowledge of events in unreliable story form. He went with the distant relative looking for answers route, time tested, rarely questioned. Really, he was more interested in exactly what role the young Racheli had played in the deaths of her parents, if there was even a hint of rumour that she was complicit in the murders, that would be a significant weakness to exploit. Beyond that, he was simply interested to see how deep the story went, and he was not to be disappointed by the outcome.

While following local records, poorly maintained in a mostly defunct archive for the old prison and police station, he started to uncover some things that didn’t add up. Michael Garth, upon execution, fucking vanished. That didn’t tend to happen in the real world. His burial was a farce, he hadn’t been incinerated as one would expect. In fact, records suggested he’d been given extended periods outside of Death Row. There were some references to some Doctors whose specialisations he discovered were completely out of character for prison doctors. Geneticists, disease diagnosticians, experts in chemicals and biology. There were too many doctors in that prison, far too many. Silence was growing ever more curious.

There was something going on in that prison that was supported by government officials, and Michael had been part of it. Perhaps some greater secret lay within that mystery, one that could explain Rach’s powers. Or perhaps it was just another chess piece to place on the board, either way, Silence had no intention of leaving a big shiny stone unturned.