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Suspect Five only had to wait a few moments before a man in a neat coat smiled and approached him. Five looked up at the other man wearily, thinking perhaps that this was the sender of the email he received. He certainly looked like a detective, though Suspect Five thought the coat was a bit more suited to hunting down Replicants.

“Welcome! Please, this way.” The man greeted rather pleasantly, then turned and led him mechanically through the labyrinth-like hallways until they found themselves at the Investigative Offices. Inside, there were six chairs, and three of them were already occupied. One man, two women, each looking uncomfortable in their own unique way. Five glanced at their features briefly, then turned back to the detective as a mug of coffee and a packet of sugar was forced into his hands.

"Eugene will take care of you and keep you company for now. I'm off to go wait for the final two suspects.” The detective said before walking away and leaving Five with the others and Eugene. He glanced at the officer, raising an eyebrow, wordlessly asking a question he knew wouldn’t be answered. [i]‘Final two suspects?’[/i] Five then sat down in one of the empty chairs, leaving only two empty ones left. [i]So it’s like that, then. [/i]

As he sat down moodily Five took a sip of the disappointingly decaffeinated coffee, ignoring the sugar packet entirely. Settling in, he was able to get a better look at his fellow ‘suspects’. The man in the group was a bit nervous, tapping his leg rhythmically. The larger girl seemed out of breath, but that was no surprise. The other woman just looked like she really didn’t want to be here, and Suspect Five sure as hell couldn’t blame her. 

Before long, another man was led into the room and seated just like they were. This last man was a good deal taller than some of the group. Just as he sat down, Five heard a voice from another room shouting at their host, who was apparently named Logan. “Suspect 3 has been kidnapped!” The detective cursed to himself and sat down in front of the rest of the group. Suspect Five glanced at the remaining empty chair and shivered a little.

One by one, Detective Logan Colby asked people to introduce themselves, starting with the jittery man who informed them that his name was Vincent. Next came Tanya Lamont, who was into music somehow, though Five didn’t much care for the music from this generation. Then the chunkier woman introduced herself as Janette Faulkner and then rambled incoherently after doing so. When she was finished, Colby turned his eyes to him and said, “I guess you know the drill by now.”

Suspect Five didn’t move a muscle as he was addressed, though he did grind his molars a bit at the thought of a group of complete strangers knowing his name. He realized eventually that the others had introduced themselves readily enough, and it would be unfair to them is he didn’t do the same. Crossing his arms, Suspect Five told them his name, his smoke ravaged lungs making his announcement sound more like a growl than a greeting. “Michael Polzin.” He cut it short there, not seeing why he should tell them anything more than they needed to know.