BGG - Looking for Suspects

Dogo flicked is finger tossing some of the group photos to the main screen. The red headed man in a red jacket, Candy-Man, through the night with a charming smile as he traded dug for credits.

The blonde hair DJ of the night working the turntables.

They aqua haired hype girl who seem very friendly with both the DJ and Candy-Man.

“I’m still organizing the photos.” Dogo stated as he continued to running the captured feel taking screenshot of sequences of interest details that cough his eye, and people who might be of interest as well.

Cain tilted his head looking at a the blond DJ. The face look vaguely familiar but the name was escaping him at the moment.

“Did we run facial recognition on any?” Mal asked. “Not that it’ll do any good, ten to one all these are undocumented, but maybe one has a prior?”

“It would help if we had access to juvenile records.” Dogo said loudly.

“Never gonna happen.” Kimura said back. “No without cause Dogo.”

“Most of these folk all by raver names too. Makes it all the hard to know who they really are.” Cain added.

“DJ is one Olin Ragnulf the youngest of Lars Ragnulf owner and founder of NordicTech.” Dogo stated.

“Yea I’m familiar.” Kimura nodded.

Mal whistled. “What’s a rich kid like that doing in the sprawl?” He asked, pulling up NordicTech to look for any connections. “They have a division that makes medical devices, but no pharma, not on the surface anyway.”

“I can look into it. I am pretty sure they aren't into Pharmaceuticals but do have a variety of government contracts.” Kimura said thoughtfully.

“Unlike everyone at this rave,” Mal said with a chuckle, photo after photo of kids with pacifiers and lollipops, their pupils as big as their iris in most cases.

“We also have this guy. He staying the same spot the whole night.” Dogo said throwing up a shots of a guy in sunglasses and a mohawk. “No drugs, no dancing.”

“Thats weird who goes to a rave and doesn't dance or do drugs.” Cain said dryly looking at Dogo.

“Something was off about him,” Mal said with a shake of his head. “Maybe he was… I don’t know, security or something. Look at the way he’s standing even.”

“Also who wears sunglass at night?”Cain scoffed.

“No talent douchebags,” Mal said absently. “And guys in procedural cop shows, so… same thing.”

“We need to find out what this means.” Dogo said zooming on to a girl with pigtails wrist. “Candyman has it, and so does the Aqua haired girl … I can’t tell if there friends or flirting. My point is there is a commonality and look at Mohawk when the guy gets hadnsy with the girl …” Dogo said roll a clip. Mohawks head whipped around and look a few second shy of storming the dance floor before the guy the pigatiled girl was dancing with got the vibe of doom and backed off.

“He gives me military vibe. Bodyguard? He seems … too young.” Cain noted.

“We’re young.” Dogo reminded.

“We’re not military.” Cain retorted.

“Pigtails left with him,” Mal noted, scrolling down to footage he took as the rave was breaking up. “Boyfriend?”

“What boyfriend lets their girl grind up on another guy?” Cain pointed out.

“No, he looks like a guard dog. Like I said same spot spent the whole night eyes on anyone with the black and red cuff.” Dogo agreed. “So who the hell is she.” He said stumped. “I got nothing. Literally. All i got is she wear pigtails and has a the black and red cuff.” Dogo zoomed and it was clear facial couldn’t pick up the girl's face being blurred just enough.

“Olin’s the youngest in the Ragnulf clan?” Mal asked. “Maybe… a cousin, someone related to him? If she’s partying with a body guard? And nothing on Mohawk? If he was mil, he’d be in the system.”

“Girl def has to have some sort of privacy tech … Mohawk … no, nothing but I don’t have shot with him without the sunglasses so cant be sure if it because I can only get a partial.” Dogo said rifling through images rapidly.

“No military keep good record. He could be foreign, plenty of civil war and rebel military that draft ‘em young.” Cain pointed out.

“Circle ‘em as suspect,” Mal decided. “If he is foreign, they could be experimenting with the AC17 gene for some sort of biowarefare test. The guy with the red jacket too, and Olin, Cat ear DJ, she seemed to have something to do with the set up. Who else we have for suspect list?”

“If I can find a decent shot of pigtails …” Dogo grumbled the images moving at a blur on his tablet.

“More importantly … I didn’t hear about anyone dealing Carbon Copy.” Cain pointed out. “Got a ton of drug names being passed around but that wasn't one of them.”

“Well, at least we have one lead,” Mal shrugged. “Olin shouldn’t be too hard to find.”