CSI - Post Mortem

Who: Keto, Phil, Mini-Phil, McJohn, Corpse, Anyone Else Present
Where: Cargo Deck
When: After Keto was called
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Keto stood up, pulling off the surgical gloves and murmuring
something under his breath. Phil stood up (which didn't mean much)
from his position seated on a cargo crate nearby.
"What's up, doc?" he asked. The small group had to wait until the
subdued sniggers from Phil and Mini-Phil died away before Keto could
speak.
"I think she's been dead for a day or so," replied Keto, "And there
are multiple gunshot wounds in her back - looks like some kind of
rifle. Smaller than a bazookoid, anyway. I'm not really an expert
on criminal forensics, I'm afraid."
"Gunshots?" asked Phil, his eight year old face briefly creasing in
a frown, "Can you get the bullets out? We can match those up to the
gun, can't we?"
"I'm, uh, afraid not, " said Keto, glancing back down at the
body, "That's the weird thing. There don't appear to BE any bullets!"
"What?"
"It's as if she was just shot with...well, nothing. Nothing solid,
anyway. There're just gunshot wounds with no apparent fragments.
Like I say, I'm no forensics expert...but that doesn't seem right
somehow!"
"You're right," nodded Phil.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!" exclaimed Mini-Phil. Keto looked at Phil for a
second, but no translation was forthcoming.
"What do you want me to do with the body?" he asked, clearing his
throat before swallowing uncomfortably. He hadn't had to deal with a
whole lot of corpses before.
"Take it to the morgue," replied Phil, heading off down the
corridor towards his office. Keto sighed and tried, with some
difficulty, to lift the corpse up by its arms. Jasmine's body
refused to move easily, and he ended up having to bodily drag it
towards the elevators.
"Who would do that?" he murmured quietly, looking back down at the
body as he nudged the button to take it to the morgue, "And why?"
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OOC: Tag whoever! (That okay, Andy?)