[center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] The Museum - The Archives
[color=007236][b]Skills:[/b][/color] None[/center][hr]

[Color=007236]"Right, right...that would be as they say, 'Too easy', wouldn't it?"[/color] Mahendra threw into the conversation. It was probably true, things were never that easy. If there was - of which he was certain - any clues as to the identity of the person or persons unknown, it wouldn't be a identity card. Both in a litteral and figurative sense. And with Lauren's confirmation of the lack of clues, Mahendra too sighed, looking down at his feet. 

Mahendra looked up once he heard the voice of his boss, Vera, questioning them on Lauren's whereabouts. He himself was about to answer as he looked up and pointed with his head, but Neema answered before him. In the meantime Lauren too answered and began her descent, forcing the Bengali to look away quickly; no peeking up at her...COUGH...undergarnments. He forced his sight away, but there he saw it. [Color=007236]"But down here on the other hand..."[/color] Mahendra began, letting loose his grip of the ladder and beginning to walk. 

There, peeking out from underneath the shelf, lay something about fifteen feet away. Mahendra couldn't see what exactly what it was, but as he walked closer, he could see its colour; Red. Red, like the blood of the slain Norwegian, or some other deeper meaning? Coming up to it, Mahendra crouched down and tried to get a better look at it, seeing that it was not only red. It was red and shiny as well. [Color=007236]"What in the name of Asuras is this?"[/color]