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[@Martian][@King Cosmos]

[color=aa35a0]“Mind controlled by a spell of English origin… Most peculiar indeed.”[/color] Madeleine commented. [color=aa35a0]“So a sort of slave spell? Hmm, I might need further information on this one.”[/color]

Turning towards Xaviron. Madeleine also nodded with Xaviron’s assessment. [color=aa35a0]“Indeed. It wouldn’t make sense for some bewitched man to just go out of his way on some suicide attack. Unless… What if it wasn’t an attack? Perhaps more like… some spell gone wrong? A man waking up on the wrong side of the bed? Or perhaps a cry for help from someone on the inside? Getting a bit too caught up in Mr X’s plot that he/she wants out?”[/color]

She then walked towards the police officers. Now taking pictures of the body alongside the OMR agents. [color=aa35a0]“Excuse me, but do you know who this man is?”[/color]

“Oh, him? Yeah. We know. Friedrich Raimund.” One of the officers replied. “He works in some big bank in downtown Frankfurt. Was responsible for the bank’s German and Dutch operations.”

[color=aa35a0]“Does he have a criminal history before this?”[/color]

Both officers shake their heads. “No, not really. In fact, we just got the call on an apparent shooter in his penthouse just this morning, acting all crazy and stuff. When we arrived, he immediately got into his car. A couple minutes of chasing later, and, well, here we are.”

[color=aa35a0]“Is this your first time encountering him?”[/color]

“Well, uhh, yeah.”

[color=aa35a0]“Then how did you know his name?”[/color]

“Oh, well. Because the caller mentioned his name when he called emergency services. We did a little back and forth with the Police HQ after he died.”

[color=aa35a0]“Hmmm…”[/color]

So a person imbued with a slave spell, suddenly starting to shoot up the place, has no criminal history, and is pretty well known in the banking world. Madeleine has several theories, but before going forward, she has to do something first.

[color=aa35a0]“Gentlemen.”[/color] She greeted the Police Officers again. [color=aa35a0]“Are you okay if we go to mister Friedrich’s apartment and search the place up? This reeks of some sort of magical crime, and I would be grateful if the police were to let us OMR types to search the place.”[/color]

“Oh, oh yeah. Just go ahead. I already called the chief and he permitted it. Just drive to the apt and give your credentials. Here.” One of the officers pulled out a piece of paper and started writing on it. “The address.”

She grabbed the piece of paper while thanking them. Returning to Morgana and Xaviron. Good news in hand. [color=aa35a0]“Alright, so do you want to come with me for a little adventure in some rich man’s penthouse, or do you want to go do some paperwork again? Your choice really.”[/color]

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[@AWACS][@13org][@BigPapaBelial]

Amanda knows what Scarlett is saying. She knows those two areas are death traps should they attempt to march through there, but Scarlett’s suggestion to hunker down sounds like a potential death wish too. Holding down the fort and calling for help, not really sure if the potential mole has heard of the distress call, is a good way to get even more bad guys onto you.

But Scarlett’s suggestion gave Amanda an idea. And it might just be crazy enough to work, Amanda is no stranger to crazy plans, being one of the few androids that managed to survive the assault against the Abomination after all.

[color=bbbbbb]“Yeah. Scarlett, let’s go to the gas station.”[/color] Amanda agreed. [color=bbbbbb]“You and Mikey hold up in the forest and tend to Faye, while I’ll try and search for a car, are you ok with that? I don’t wanna tip off the potential mole inside the Minsk office of our presence, so I don’t wanna make any calls to that office just yet.”[/color]

Her plan is brutally simple. Procure a car, make a beeline to the Minsk office, and then hope that the chaos from their chase and firefight is sufficient to make the Minsk office unable to ignore their plight for any longer. The potential mole would find it impossible to delay aid any longer, since the whole office would be on high alert.