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"Tell me what you see," Serafina orders.
Biomechanic Arthur Patel reflexively scratches his short beard. "Large chunks of mangled flesh, ma'am?"
Bespectacled Thomas Park, standing beside him, is quicker to the punch. "Garou, young, probably wolfborn. Killed by free-electron laser, with death occurring via traumatic blood loss," he announces crisply.
Serafina nods neutrally in response, happily noting that neither the Sikh Biomechanic or the Chinese Pharmacopeist seem to have any trouble with the other. She loved field work in part because of the escape from escape office politics it offered, and she'd happily murder both Enlightened interns in their sleep if they tried to start a new feud. "Gentlemen, these corpses come to us courtesy of Agent Langley and Iteration X's newest four-wheeled toy. Our job is to find out where they originated."
Park nods, her fellow Progenitor already studying the nearest Garou remnants from behind his old-fashioned glasses. "I'll see about sequencing the specimen's DNA," he announces, while reaching for a syringe.
"Mr. Park, does DNA sequencing require the attention of Enlightened personnel?" Dr. Rosario asks rhetorically.
The young man blinks, confused. "Err...no, ma'am."
"Then please explain why you're choosing to do the task yourself, instead of delegating it?" Serafina says, pointing to the pack of unEnlightened research staff standing uneasily behind the two men. The assembled men and women shift uneasily as their boss's boss looks over them, and Serafina smiles to put them at ease.
"I'll-I'll do that right, right away, m-ma'am," Park stutters. He turns around, trying to collect his thoughts, but a petite woman preempts him to the task. The young man flounders, clearly unused to leadership, and Serafina intervenes to set the lab to work. She directs Park to begin hypermathematical calculations of the Garou's DNA degradation, and turns back to the robed Sikh still standing at ease.
"While I appreciate the object lesson, I'm not sure what I can do to help," Arthur Patel says, spreading his arms in a placating gesture. "I'm a Biomechanic, not a 'proper' Progenitor like Mr. Park over there. My job is to stick metal bits into people, though sometimes I diversify into sticking people into metal bits," he says, waving his hand at the surgical equipment tucked in a corner of the rented space.
In response, Serafina reaches down to the nearby Garou corpse with a gloved hand and withdraws a single metal shard. "As you can see, this was recovered from the creature's hide post-mortem. I believe it's a sliver of a .30-06 bullet, one used by the Masses, which somehow managed to penetrate the Garou's skin. I need someone," she says with a significant glance at the Sikh Biomechanic, "to find out the nature, composition, and origin of this inorganic oddity."
Patel dons gloves and gingerly accepts the metal sliver. "Yes, ma'am. Point...uh,
taken."
Serafina sighs at the terrible pun.
Dear heavens, I hate teaching.
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Serafina (+Patel, +Park, +Sleeper science team, +lab equipment): Correspondence 2, Mind 2, Life 1, Matter 1.
"Gentlemen, we can retrace them. We have the technology. We have the capability to track these things down. These Garou will be those clues. Better...stronger...in more bits and pieces...oh to hell with it, we're going to autopsy their remains and find out where these things came from."