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Vic Sage	Manhattan, New York. There's been a suicide. What's new? A top AIM official, Martin Danson was found dead in his apartment earlier today from what seemed to be a self-inflicted gunshot wound. A preliminary investigation was handled by the NYPD up until a few hours ago when, despite the lack of gunshot residue anywhere on Martin's person, the suicide theory was settled on and the case closed. The 'by who' still isn't quite clear. The apartment is locked down air-tight. Nobody in or out for the past four hours, and a steady rotating shift of beat cops stationed outside the door.
Bobbi Morse	Martin Danson was, unfortunately, one of Bobbi's main contacts with AIM for her undercover work... Making his death a wee bit awkward for her. Despite the fact she is technically still waiting on medical to sign off on field work, some things just can't wait for the nerds in lab coats (glass houses, much?). And so Bobbi came to investigate. Now, if she weren't waiting on medical, she could easily get in by flashing her SHIELD credentials at them; she's got the sort of clearance that leaves her exes nervously checking under their beds. But she doesn't, so she has to get creative... In through the window she slips, using her custom Mockingbird suit with it's wings to glide in. Opening the window is child's play, and with an 'Ally-ooop!' she hoists herself in and pauses to check if the cops stationed outside heard her.
Vic Sage	Bobbi Morse is one of the world's most secret agents, man. Her spectacular entrance, therefore, is well-practiced and goes off without a hitch. The cops outside talking about the Mets have no idea that there's been a security breach at all. The apartment is what you'd expect from a huge nerd turned businessman. Not much taste to be seen, the lot of the furniture looking like it's been picked out of a catalogue. Still, it manages to look lived in. And died in. A pool of blood is dried onto the blue rug in the living area she'd slipped into. There's also blood stained on the wall next to the television, surrounding what's clearly a bullet hole.
Bobbi Morse	Damn right she's one of the best! And dutifully, like the world's top spy she is, Bobbi makes her way on silent footsteps to the bullet hole. She reaches up to turn on the heads up display of her tactical goggles so she can scan the entire living area. She also takes a sample of the blood and a swabbing of the hole just to be safe, tucking them into a sealed pocket. Not only is she one of the world's most secretest agents, she's also got a PhD in biochemistry so won't even have to ask anyone to analyze the samples later. Samples gathered, she steps back to scan the entire living room and build a mental picture of what happened based off blood splatter patterns, the angle of the bullet, and possibly the alignment of the planets. Mercury might be in retrograde, after all.
Vic Sage	Bobbi's very short investigation is enough for her to easily conclude that this is a cover-up. Easy enough to tell just from the angle of the bullet hole. "Whatever happened to a good, old-fashioned hunch?" inquires a voice from behind the woman as she works. The voice in Question belongs to a man who stands a little over six feet with broad shoulders who's dressed to the nines. Oh, and he doesn't have a face. "Agent Bobbi Morse. Mockingbird. Born in San Diego, attended Georgia Tech. Biochemist with a taste for espionage. Reads like a comic book character," remarks Vic Sage, hands tucking into his pockets as he steps out of a shadowy corner of the room. The cops outside hadn't heard Mockingbird coming, but Vic sure did and deduced it would be best to stay hidden until now. "Murder," he offers, pointing at the pool of blood.
Bobbi Morse	"That's /Doctor/ Bobbi Morse." Said personage straightens up, turning to the Question when he steps out of the shadows. Bobbi appears to be relaxed, but Vic can probably tell that she's prepared to strike if necessary. "Hunches are just the extrapolation of data on a subconscious level." She adds pedantically, folding hands behind her back like a lecturer, "I'm acquiring more data. And yes, it's murder. Obviously. But the question is who and why. Denton was a contact, and if he was compromised I'd rather like to know. Us spy types get twitchy when we don't know who's trying to kill us today, y'know."
Vic Sage	"Don't think it was all a robbery gone wrong then?" Vic asks, his blank countenance turning from the blood to land on Bobbi's face. "You're prettier than your pictures," he says, before exhaling a 'hrmmm'. "Martin was the softer of the AIM board members. Likely why he was open to helping you," Vic explains. He doesn't seem too worried about Mockingbird hitting him for getting too close. She's a professional. Won't throw down unprompted. Unless he's way off in his assessment. "What information was he feeding you?" Question asks, stepping over the blood and moving to flip through some unopened mail sitting in a dish on the entertainment center.
Bobbi Morse	"And you're creepier than your dossier." Bobbi replies to his compliment, relaxing her stance and taking her hands off the batons strapped to her back. "It's clearly not a robbery; There's no sign that anything was searched and taken, the place is too neat and clean. From what I've seen the police are reporting it as a suicide, so even the NYPD knows better." She shakes her head, "I figure it was an inside hit. I'm hoping it's internal politics." The question on what information was being fed to her is met with a chuckle, "I mean, I could tell you specifics but then I'd have to kill you... But I will say he wasn't aware he was feeding SHIELD information."
Vic Sage	"Sorry about the mask, but I've really just got a face for radio. That dossier is compromised, though, so you should see about fixing it. /I/ compromised it. Never even been to Belize," Vic says, tearing open a Publisher's Clearing House envelope and reading over its contents. "Didn't win," is his summation. He sets the envelope aside and shrugs to the woman. His fists clench and unclench as he looks around the room. "CADMUS has been muscling in on AIM for years now. Could be that we've just seen the opening volley, or it could be as easy as internal politics. Maybe someone leaked him some false information and tracked it," Vic says, shrugging.
Bobbi Morse	Bobbi clucks her tongue at Vic when he opens the mail, telling him with mocking severity, "Opening someone else's mail is a federal crime, you know." As if they weren't both illegally breaking into a crime scene. "And I'll be sure to update the dossier." She also glances around the room, tactical visor and her keen, well trained intellect analyzing everything. "If it is CADMUS, I've some contacts I can inquire with. But I'd expect some sort of calling card left for AIM if that was the case. Taking out someone at Denton's level is a little daring for an opening volley even if he was kind of a shmuck."
Vic Sage	"Mrmm," Vic says, shaking his head. "CADMUS is smarter than a calling card. Government black op and all that," Vic says, staring at the super spy very pointedly ad he does so. He left several anti-government agency entries in his dossier. "As if there weren't problems enough with society, you spooks just love coming up with new ones. Going to peddle some crack cocaine to an impoverished neighborhood on your way back tonight?" he asks, stepping back past her and dragging a gloved fingertip across the kitchen counter. "There's nothing left to be divined here, and I've got places to be," Vic says, turning back to face the woman with a blank business card extended to her. She's got a lab. She can figure out how to get in touch with him. "Break a window on your way out? It'll help me slip out easier."
Bobbi Morse	"Learn some craft." Bobbi replies in an unsympathetic tone when he asks her to break a window on the way out to make it easier for him to escape. The card is accepted and stowed away with a flick of her wrist. "Anything else you'd like me to update on your dossier? Maybe change your shoe size to something bigger?" She asks as she makes her way towards one of the windows he wanted her to break, careful to avoid stepping in any blood. "I'll be in touch if my analysis of the samples turns up anything. I'm sure you'll do the same, yeah? Since you're such a team player renown for your cooperative spirit?" She then hoists herself over the window frame, and lets herself drop backwards out of the window without waiting for any answers. If Vic looks, he can see her gliding to a neighboring building.