"Slave Collar eh?" Trudy said, carefully removing one from one of the bodies and placing it in an evidence bag. "This may have gotten a bit more interesting, thank you for your time Officer Jenny, I don't believe I need anything else from you at this moment I'll wait for the other to get here before deducing anything solid."

As she sealed up the evidence bag she could hear the sound of another YNP car pull up out side. Looks like i finally get to meet everyone Trudy thought, trying to make herself as professional as possible (though it was somewhat hard in a pink and black biker suit) I hope they don't hit my bike by accident just repainted it last week....

Sierra navigated the field of warehouses until she came up on the one that Araiah had indicated. Once they arrived she pulled the squad car up next to the other ones and turned off the engine. Stepping out of the car, she slammed the door behind her and put on a pair of sunglasses that she pulled from her pocket.

Sashi exited the car and strode a broad circle to come alongside Sierra, his eyes still taking in the magnitude of the warehouse district. Although he seemed to be interested in the area, it didn't take long for his gaze to wander to the warehouse entrance. He knelt on the ground and peered carefully around the threshold, his gloved fingers splayed over the pleats of his slacks.

"Remember, thirty percent of officers miss evidence because it's outside of the crime scene." He reminded himself aloud. His eyes dug towards the door; looking for footprints, stray scuff-marks, evidence of vehicles, evidence of loading activities, and even the off chance of a simple blood trail to sample from.

A small smudge of dark that appeared at first as some sort of dirt spot or dried paint. The closer Sashi looked, the more detail that came to light -- fine, wavy lines identified the smudge as a bloody fingerprint. Other than that, there was no trace of anything.

"Konichiwa," Jenny greeted Sashi with a bow, and seeing Araiah and Sierra bowed again. "I've briefed Agent Trudy on the scene. Now, if you don't need anything else, Kurumi-san and I will take our leave. Radio in when you're finished here, please, so HQ can dispatch a final forensics and cleanup team."

That said, the YNP officer that had been eying Sashi oddly as he examined the door and Jenny got into their police unit and exited the warehouse.

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The moment Trudy removed the collar, it activated, luckily missing her hand. Wet needles shot out instantaneously inward from the collar, and were obviously designed to puncture the airway of the slave and important arteries. If a slave had tried to remove a collar themselves, they would likely have drowned on their own blood.

At the entrance, Jenny could be heard greeting someone.

Trudy nearly dropped the necklace as the needles shot out of it.

"Well now that's a pleasant surprise."

She said sarcastically holding the slave necklace closer for a better look. As she tucked the necklace back into a non ripped evidence bag, taking great care to seal and fold it perfectly nice and even, she whipped out her datajockey and began to run some cross references on any current slave trafficking groups to see if they used this particular brand of collar.

"Hopefully whoever did this left a call sign of some sort with these collars, or I can easily trace down who makes them for further questioning"

Trudy said to herself, fingers flying on her data jockey pulling up any info she could on slaves and slave collars in the region. after a few moments of searching she heard Jenny talking to someone near the entrance. Trudy nearly forgot that she was getting into a new unit today and if she had a tail it would be wagging with excitement though her face didn't show it.

Sashi squinted his eyes at the print coming into focus as his hand idly waved to Jenny. That was secondary now. Sashi removed a Type 31 Science Scanner from his belt and hovered it over the print for a moment. It didn't take the machine long to log the print and form a digital model of it. Sashi left it at that and returned the machine to his belt in exchange for a thin piece of film, which he pressed gently down onto the print before sliding it into a small case and dropping it into his waist pocket, where his evidence bags lay, still dormant.

Standing, he stated, "Print." Simply, yet not sharply. Next, Sashi let his eyes take another quick sweep over the doorway before passing through it and into the warehouse.

Sierra watched Sashi with fascination. She had never been to a real crime scene before, so it was interesting to watch the older agents at work. Once Sashi was finished, she followed him into the warehouse, taking a quick glance at his rear end as they entered. She grinned.

Araiah slipped on her glasses with a grunt of approval at Sashi's find and followed in.

The only change to the mound of bodies was the lack of a collar on one and a fly that had landed softly on the cheek of a dead Nepleslian woman.

"Agent Trudy-san? I'm Lieutenant Araiah, the young woman here is Sierra-san, and the young man is Sashi-san. Unfortunately you're partnerless in the unit officially for now, but feel free to call on one of us for help... What have you found so far?" She stepped closer to the bodies, and kneeled down to inspect them.

"Only one of them has had something... removed. And these slave collars activated on the rest of them. Only one bleeder..." She mumbled, waiting for Trudy's answer. She slipped on some gloves and began probing the mass.

"Ooh ooh," Sierra pipped up. "I know that one. Uhm..." She squinted her eyes and rubbed her forehead as she thought really hard. "Oh! A substantial difference in the comparative amount of blood depletion between multiple casualties asserts that the injuries inflicted upon those casualties with the inferior amount of blood displacement were inflicted post-mortem." She opened her eyes and looked back at the others, removing her hand from her forehead and placing at back at her side.

"Did I get that one right?"

Araiah looked up when Sierra spoke. "Yes... The thing is, none of the others look to have a mark on them, except for the collars," She turned back to them, and reached for the knot of the binding rope to undo them.

"Might as well get a better look. Sierra, you have some sort of camera ready?"