[right]Kefira O'Connor
[color=gray]PDC HQ[/color][/right]

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Many dots, but they could only be connected in pairs. The resulting image was scattered and difficult to make out, but there was something there.

There didn’t appear to be any other connections between the victims at a glance. Various sexes and ages, even the method in which they were killed was erratic. This was not the work of a serial killer. At least, not your standard kind. This could have been the result of multiple assassinations, but if that was correct, she didn’t know why.

This wasn’t the type of case you could just think out in your arm chair. She’d need to see those case files. There was also the possibility that Lorelei was right and this would need an AIDA’s touch.

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PDC HQ was constructed in biblical fashion. That is to say that most of the on duty police officers resided above ground, with their lord and savior Chief Lorelei closest to heaven. Most of HQ was underground though. Hell might have nine circles, but the PDC needed hundreds of floors to house all of its damned souls. The most dangerous offenders were locked up in the depths of the earth, with less dangerous sorts up above. 

AD-4.M’s only sin was being an AIDA, so its holding cell was on B2.

There [i]were[/i] a multitude of other structures inside HQ, such as food areas, hospitals, and other businesses, but Kefira omitted those from her biblical HQ analogy. 

She knew she was getting close because she was starting to see medical officers milling about the halls. Some were wearing full body suits. Something akin to proximity suits with olive green colors and yellow visors. There was also a backpack device that contained wires and hoses that lead straight into the back of the head. 

[color=tomato]”Um, Heyyyyyyyyyyyy...”[/color] Kefira gave a slow wave with her hand. She would have given her traditional “sup nerds” that she liked to greet intellectual types with, but Kefira was feeling nervous. Would she need some sort of surgery for this “connection” to work? Unlike a lot of people, she had never gotten any kind of cybernetics before. The closest thing she had to surgery was having a few cavities filled. What was [i]this[/i] going to be like. [color=tomato]”Kefira O'Connor, reporting for duty! I'm suppose to meet with a Peter… Bradbury here?”[/color] She looked at the name tags as the doctors turned to look at her. 
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