there was a beep, and the holopad lit up with a marker, indicating that he had a decently high priority message, though not a major alert, and the adjoining crest of Asgard to confirm whom this message came from. He opened it and his eyes scanned the screen, the message generally what he had expected it would be. He was to go investigate the bombing, and find whomever did it. Nothing too extraordinary. He sent off a quick confirmatio0n of orders received, and then moved out the door. The longer he delayed, the more of a lead the bomber would have, and when time was everything, that wasn't good. 

It was some time later that he arrived at the scene of the bombing, very official looking in his judicial garb and armor. It was lightweight, yet strong, formal and at the same time allowing him the freedom of movement to pursue a fleeing suspect. On his lapel was a pin, a balancing scales crossed by a sword, the symbol of the judicial division, one that all knew and respected, or fears. The place was swarming with military personnel, aiding the wounded and clearing the debris.

He ignored them, instead moving to one of the access terminals that had come with the rapid response team. On the touch screen, he brought in the login, quickly putting in his authorization and password. 

"Welcome, Justicar Sinclair," said the machine, a facsimile of a human voice, as he stepped back. "How may I help you today?"

Sinclair folded his arms. "I need access to all surveillance footage of the area from midnight to now," he said. 

"Of course." The machine went to work, accessing data streams and pulling together composite information, until he was presented with an overlay of the square, people marked with identification, as best could be determined, and time stamps. "Play," he said, and the video ran forward, darkness giving way to light as lamps flickered off and the sun rose, the square soon filling with people. Then to just recently, as the bomb exploded, and the terrible carnage from that which set his lip curling in disgust.

"Stop. Rewind to before the blast. Zoom in on the origin point." The video did just that, and he could see it coming from a vegetable cart, further examination revealed two men there, but when the explosion faded away, the cameras could only see one. Alex rewound the video and blew up the second man's face, to the best magnification he could. "Enhance and identify," he said. The software went to work, revealing an adult male with white hair, yet the results did little to satisfy. "Cannot identify." 

"Why not," he asked. 

"Subject is not registered in the global database." 

Alex growled. "Send it around to the regional administrations and check there." He leaned forward to trace a box around the man's face. "Until otherwise, this is our prime suspect."