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"When is he coming?" she asked, ignoring the ensign. Just as she asked, she heard a C-Sec guard stop someone at the door. She went there with the 108 in tow to investigate the commotion, and saw a tall — if a bit lanky — asian man trying futilely to prove to the C-Sec officer guarding the front door that he had authorization to be here. He was well dressed, in his long dark tweed coat and blood red scarf, though Elsa wondered why he felt the need to decorate his already finely carved eyepatch with a flower, of all things. Then again, japan DID always have some interesting bits of street fashion..."Permit?" the Turian officer asked again, firmly. Before him the young man nervously patted himself down after checking his pockets."Oh, dear, I can't seem to find it..." he said, sheepishly, and Elsa watched him as he victoriously produced the holo-papers from his jacket pocket. She noticed that the hand he was using to submit his consulting detective's permit was made of finely wrought black steel. "Ah, there it is!" he said, happily, and then Elsa's attention was focused on his very pleasant voice, a voice that she recalled hearing somewhere, but the exact time and place escaped her...He was very handsome, too, she realized, and then she wondered if she had some kind of fetish for men with artificial limbs, recalling the effect 'Jake Armitage' had on her. Or maybe I like broken men, she thought, before refocusinh her attention on the task at hand.Yang's remotely operated robot approached, and beckoned the young detective to come over the living room, where quick introductions were made for one Kenzo Keaton-Tenma, a twenty-five year old British-Japanese sleuth. His mannerisms were that of a shy salaryman — which grew like weeds in the OCU — And Elsa couldn't help but wonder just how much help such an awkward fellow like him could possibly be."I.. I don't know just how much help I can be here," he said out loud, almost as if reading Elsa's mind and responding. "I mean, ah, well, the scene has obviously been tampered with, no?""We believe that may be the case," said Bau. "But so far, we can't confirm it."It was then that Tenma gave a curious, but knowing look to Caim, of all people. "You haven't told them?"Caim was puzzled by that comment for a moment, and then all eyes were on him. "What is he talking about?" asked Elsa.After a moment of consideration, Caim answered. "It's the smell." He sniffed."I don't smell anything," said Zoller."That is the problem," replied Caim. "This is a place of death, and yet it smells like... nothing. It smells not of blood, or shit, or maggots.""It has been a few days since the murder," said Bau. "The bodies are at the morgue.""And the stench should have lingered," commented Caim. "I would have smelled it.""Even without corpses," continued Tenma, the nervous salaryman persona slowly eroding to reveal that of a confident investigator, "this place should smell of a home, of dust, of turian sweat. Do you smell that here?" Caim shook his head."That's because someone pumped this place with an anti-olfactive agent," Tenma continued. "You normaly wouldn't detect with your Omni-Tool: the agent is non-toxic and does not trigger any alerts... but it's easy to find in your toxicity app's report if you know what you're looking for."Bau double-checked his Omni-Tool, and there was indeed a non-toxic chemical in the air, designed specifically to dull olfactive sensing organs. "...This raises quite a few questions, now. Why spread this agent around? Why tamper with the scene? Who did it and why?""In my experience," said Tenma, "covering up a scene involves plaster, concrete, and fresh paint, or even just detergent, things that leave a scent behind, and that an incredibly thorough criminal would account for."A criminal... or a Spectre, thought Elsa, knowing that Vandermark and his supervising Spectre — a Turian named Tarkus — had access to the scene for the past three days, long before anyone else did."Then we need to reconstruct the original crime scene," said Yang through the Georgie, which turned its main optic towards Bau. "Can you grant us full access to the scene?" he requested, referring to the force fields that kept anyone from interfering with the crime scene."I would also like to see the holograms of the bodies, if you don't mind?" asked Tenma, barely hiding some giddiness. Bau took a moment to consider the requests, then finally nodded and typed into his Omni-Tool, accessing devices that kept the crime scene secure. A red icon appeared on the interface floating above his palm, instead, and the force fields kept humming.Bau quirked his brow. "It appears my Spectre authorization doesn't work on the force fields. Odd.""You're been locked out?" asked Elsa. "By whom?""Spectre Tarkus," said Bau, confirming her suspicions. "Even stranger, I can't seem to override his lockdown. He's gotten strangely good at encryption."Elsa turned to the 108. "Can you help at all?""Yes." replied the machine. Bau's haptics scrambled for a moment, and suddenly a cartoon version of Edgar Hein began to interact with the elements of his interface. Streams of code appeared, and before long Tarkus' complex security was broken."Remind me to dispose of this Omni-Tool at my earliest convenience," said Bau, as the tiny Hein vanished from sight, getting a smirk from Elsa."108?" she said. "Can you assist Tenma in his investigation?""Yes." Almost immediately, the 108's armour opened up, revealing countless little sensors and cameras, which began scanning the walls.~[h+]~It would take at least half an hour for the 108 to completely scan the house, a time during which Elsa had little to do to twiddle her thumbs. When she tired of that after five minutes, she considered her options:Right now, there were two people she really wanted to speak to: Caim, and Yang. Both men puzzled her a little. Caim seemed to be a disciplined soldier, but he had gone off the handle when he saw the 108 yesterday. Yang, meanwhile, kept defying her expectations of what a citizen of the Coallition was. She encountered Drones before: men and women turned almost mindless by the harsh Human Hive philosophies of Chairman Sheng-Ji Yang. This particular Yang, however, was quite capable of holding a conversation, and lacked the blind faith and patriotic fervor of other drones. Then again, neither did Ambassador Cherdenko... but ambassadors were just that, ambassadors, and that meant Elsa did not trust her first impression of him.Now, who did she want to talk to first?