"Of course sama!" Sierra replied as she began digging through the bag slung around her shoulder. "Uh...oh! There it is." She pulled out a very bulky camera with a very large light attached to it. It was clear that this camera was intended for a much higher resolution that a standard civilian-grade camera.

Walking over she began taking pictures of everything, starting with the rope since it seemed Araiah wanted to remove the binding soon. As she took pictures, she spoke. "And as I'm sure you're aware, there are dozens of ways to kill someone without leaving visible marks. Poision, OD, radiation, a well-placed needle, inducing heart attacks, inducing stokes, dehydration, freezing to death. Although most of those seem unlikely in this case. The elements are either incorrect or that method of execution is too expensive to waste on a slave."

Trudy was busy flying through her datajockey, looking for anything that might lead to the manufacture of the slave collar to further the investigation, and nearly forgot to answer Araiah's question.

"Oh sorry 'mam, aside from what you pointed out nothing concrete yet, though I'm trying to see if these collars are particular to any individual or group in the area. Trying to see if we can get any leads or motives, also will narrow down our suspect pool a bit hopefully."

Putting her datajockey down for a moment she handed Araiah the slave collar she had collected earlier so she could get a better look at it herself.

"Smart design anyway, hits most of the important stuff on your neck, so the individual wearing it would be dead in a matter of minutes, that's whats happened to the rest of the slaves, collars activated by an event or someone and well now we have this mess on our hands."

Composing herself again after her little information rant, Trudy decided to let Araiah continue with her own investigation and introduce herself to the other two.

"As the LT said I'm Agent Yoketsumaru Gertrude, Agent Trudy for expediency," she said with a quick bow "Sorry I don't really have any new information for you just got here a few minutes ago myself."

Sashi bowed quickly to Trudy as she introduced herself. The young agent kept his mind on the job at hand for the moment, though.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Trudy-san." He said, already kneeling to inspect the wound on the organ donor. Gloved fingers probed the opening and carefully spread the torn flesh to reveal the point of removal.

"We may at least be able to tell the race of the 'surgeon' by looking at the wound. Let's hope it wasn't caused by power armor." He suggested, peering down into the cavity. Then, after pausing to examine the wound for a moment, he added, "The slave collars seem to strongly suggest slavers. I wonder if they were added as an afterthought, though? Do we have any database of commonly used collars? This just looks too clean to be the work of anything but professionals."

"The only ones that were actively listed were the Lorath variants of the same device -- these are different," Araiah said.

Her hands went deftly over the knot, undoing it quickly. She pulled the closer corpse's shoulder as she stepped away to allow the pile of flesh to unfold slowly.

"Sierra, could you run a face recognition search on each of them? A few of them are Nepleslian, but even so... Maybe we can identify them... Nothing useful of them otherwise." Araiah pulled her glasses off with a sigh. "Trudy-san, could you make a call in to the next CSI team to hurry up? They need to cover the entire building for clues and --"

There was a loud bump from one of the boxes. Followed by a second, and something rubbing against wood. It came from a lonely box wedged between the Warehouse's corner and a tall stack of more boxes to its right.

Sierra nodded and snapped a picture of the victim, uploading it to her comm. She had just begun running the picture through the recognition software when she heard the bump. She quickly placed her comm in it's holder on her side and drew her sidearm, pointing it at the box.

Trudy gave a nod as she started to call the other CSI team, until she heard the noise coming from the box. With a well practiced movement she put away her data jockey and drew her NSP pointing it at the box as she walked towards it.

"Will open on your order Lieutenant" she said with her hand on the box ready to open it or fill it full of holes.

"We have to open it, anyway." Sashi said, his own NSP leveled at the box, "Part of the course of investigation. It could be a witness, or a clue."

As if taking the initiative were written in the book, Sashi stepped slowly toward the box and lifted one hand to it. His NSP didn't waver from it. Instead he pulled with his free hand and stepped back, taking the lid with him, his pistol held high towards the opening of the box.

Araiah raised her own pistol as well, glasses now clipped onto her shirt collar, and her orange eyes now flashing dangerously.

The lid clattered to the floor, revealing what appeared to be a young Geshrin boy bound and gagged at the bottom of the box. He appeared to be at least eight, but he was so small and obviously suffering from malnutrition that it was difficult to tell. He wore not a stitch of clothing, and he had been beaten recently, and often: he was covered in bruises, cuts, blood, and sported a swollen cheek on his right side. Upon seeing Sashi, he began crying -- something his eyes said he had done often as of late, along with being beaten. A slave collar rested on his neck.

"Oh, shit," Araiah said, holstering her pistol. "I'll call him in. We need an ambulance..."

Araiah, obviously discomfited by the child, brought up a communicator and quickly hurried out of the warehouse, not even bothering to say anything else to her squad.

"Oh you poor thing," was Sierra's first response as she holstered her weapon. She moved forward, attempting to comfort the boy. When she reached him she began removing his bindings and gag. She put on a big smile for him the whole time.

"Hey there, what's your name? Mine's Sierra. Are you okay? Can you tell me what happened to you? Who did this?" She spoke in a very motherly tone.

Sashi was quick to holster his pistol upon sight of the child. His face softened immensely as his fingers tugged at the buttons on his shirt, then his tie. Eventually, he was standing in a white tank while presenting his shirt to the small boy.

"I'm sorry I pointed my gun at you." He said, kneeling to eye-level with the ailing child. "But we're here to help. So you can tell Sierra-chan here whatever you want. She'll help you out."

Sashi gestured to Sierra as he talked, his voice taking a childish tone. Soft, caring. Sashi looked incredibly engrossed in observing the child's wounds, but kept his hands to himself for the moment. An ambulance would arrive soon, they'd be better able to take care of it, and the child didn't seem to be in immediate danger of anything other than perhaps receiving a hug.