As Charles looked around the stock market, he would notice the vast complexity of the stock market, as the small entrance way opened into a large glass building surrounded by pillars of concrete and marble. Several fancy stock machines outlined the center of the palace, with each one flickering through colors of green and red. Potted plants and expensive scenic architecture lined the walls, as even the benches carried an air of fancifulness to them. A glittering glass elevator stood behind a fountain, a symbol of the future and of some potential executive activity which might lurking up above. Glass hallways mirrored the left and right side of the technical masterpiece, each one leading to a different business owned by this "Greene" fellow.

Most importantly, Charles had already taken notice of the victim, who had been struck down within the center of the room, his tongue hanging outside of his mouth in a lopsided manner that tainted his face and his arms raised up into the air as he hung from a stock machine, fibrous ropes being strung around his pale wrists as they were tied to the top of the stock machine. One might also [i]notice[/i] the intense amount of blood on the floor, mixed in with his entrails, as a large cut was slashed through his body, his innards forced out upon the fancy marble flooring, a juxtaposition of fanciful life and bloodstained death. A light minty smell wafted up from him, possibly from some sweet gum that he might have been chewing prior to his death.

Fortunately, most of his organs were still intact, but Jones, [i]calm as ever[/i] (this meant that he wasn't calm in the slightest), took note of a key card tossed upon the floor, which he picked up and looked at, seeing a familiar face gazing back at him...the face of the victim, whom Jones could now officially call "Samuel Rye", as his key card displayed his name, his Class 1 status and his Stock Trader ID, which was a string of 10 digits that were publicly displayed in black print. Inserting it in a plastic bag that he had on him for evidence storage, he set it within his pocket as he approached the body, seeing that Charles was already questioning Ramirez.

"I'll be right on it with those people...and the key-cards? You'd be quite right to suspect that, the only people who could've entered or exited this stock market would be people with a key-card! It's only for the stock market, though, the branching casino and hospital are open to the public," Ramirez nodded, recording the state of the victim within his book. "I've done a quick perimeter check and since none of the shatter-proof glass was destroyed, you can bet your life that the only way to get in would be a key-card!" While Ramirez went off to secure the area with some yellow police tape and his trusty megaphone, he gave Charles a reminder to let him know when he was done with the body. "Nathan wouldn't want the body to be a pile of rot when it gets to him!" That was another one of Nathan's quotes, the fresher, the better. However, if Charles was exceptionally perceptive, he might happen to notice a small brown wallet by the victim, one which may have fell out of his pocket after he was strung up like a puppet.