Twenty-four hours go past, as well as a lifetime for one Lianne Dorres. Murdered the following evening in the same manner as the others. Nailed to a wall with her heart cut out. Another portion of the spell was burned on the wall, and the name Nassor was written next to the body.
She was a 28 year old computer programmer by the public record. According to the secret files that you had access to at the Hoffmann Institute, she was a computer specialist working for the UN's Elite Security Forces, the ultra-secret branch of the UN aimed at uniting the world's nations under a single government, which was resulting in all sorts of diplomatic problems between the ESF and the Hoffmann Institute. According to your briefings, while the two organizations had a loose alliance, differences in operational methodology often led to minor conflicts, though never any violent ones.
You'd just gotten back from the crime scene, where Lieutenant Valerie Quinn had demonstrated her displeasure about the FBI's inability to assist in this matter.
Dikaro had undergone further interrogation, and it was eventually determined that he knew nothing of value. He disappeared later. According to Hong, he'd be transfered to another facility, where his memory would be erased, and new memories inserted. It was standard Hoffmann Institute procedure for dealing with prisoners involved in crimes like his.
As you arrive back in the briefing room, two hard looking gentlemen in suits and sunglasses were present, along with a large, lockbox.
"These are the rituals," Standfield said, at his usual seat at the head of the table. "These men are from the storage facility and here to make sure that they're not misused in any fashion."
"Standard procedure, agent," one of the men said. "These are very, very dangerous arcane rituals. The only reason we even keep them instead of destroying them is for situations like this. I have to tell you this: I'm under orders to kill you if you or anyone here attempts to actually cast of these rituals."