[d20 Modern] Forgotten Realms of America

[Sixchan]

Andrew reaches out for the picture to have a closer look at it. Considering the very similar sort of job that he had, the idea of someone so like him being killed shocked him to the core. Clearly, anyone who was trying to monopolise such an important technology--or worse, trying to destroy it--had to be stopped.
A person--a peer of mine--has been murdered! A murder over technology. A killing to control or destroy possibly the most important discovery ever known! This is horrible!
For the first time, Andrew appears outwardly confident and sure of himself. He raises his head and looks at Aiden with a solid, emotionless face. "I'll help."

 

[Uriel]

Death held no shock for Torri, she had seen much in her relatively (for an elf) short lifespan.
What shocked the young Elf was that such a Visionary would be slain just as he was about to revolutionize everything...
As an aspiring Mage, Torri felt a deep loss at such a heinous murder.

'I will help find this killer, Mr. Marshall.'

 

[Velenne]

Still puffing away at his cig, Whisper merely waits for the other's reaction. As for himself, he seems wholly apathetic. Actually, he was hoping for more of a criminal element. Smash-and-grab, run-and-gun, that sort of thing. Find out who killed some techwiz? Please.

But if the dwarf was paying, he'd come along for the ride.

 

[Keia]

"Alright, it appears there is interest. Let's talk about fees, contacts, and what you already know about the crime. In no particular order." Simon said after a brief glance Whispers way. "After that, I'll have one more question for you. Well, at least one."

Simon was surprised that he didn't detect any cameras or clairvoyance sensors. Either these people were very, very good or with the temporary nature of this office, they just weren't installed.

 

[Ascending Crane]

Simon, there are no visible signs of cameras and the like. Downstairs, near the elevators, was a different story. Security was pretty tight, and you spotted no less than 3 cameras. At the time, you put it down to the presence of a bank that takes up the entire first floor.

Aiden once more nods at your responses, as if he expected no less.

"Excellent. First of all - the police have a few suspects. There are a host of organizations that might have wished him harm - I'm sure that if you possess a bit of paranoia, you can come up with a dozen rather quickly. His invention could ruin many, many people. As to actual concrete suspects, the police have the following..." Aiden begins looking through his desk for something. "Dr. Price's wife, Annmarie Bowton-Price. She is human, and getting on in years. Possible motive that the police are exploring is that it was an unhappy marriage... and she knew she wouldn't outlast him. She has a strong alibi, however. Suspect #2 is Bridgette Raulers, Dr. Nealon's elvish mistress... And obviously the reason for --"

Aiden looks up at Andrew with concern, who suddenly has begun a coughing fit. "Are you allright, Mr. Connal?"

Andrew, your sensitive lungs just can't take it. The air seems to have been slightly cleared because of Aiden's fan, but you are still having problems breathing.

Whisper, Simon - Something's wrong. The acrid smell of the cigars and cigarettes is too strong suddenly. Or maybe it's something else.

Simon - Near the ceiling, you spot a thin bit of smoke drifting into the room from the vent.

 

[Velenne]

Whisper just rolls his eyes and puts his cigarette out on the heel of his boot. This labrat had better get used to him smoking. And if he hears one word about lung cancer he'll give the sniveling bastard something to whine about.

 

[Sixchan]

Unable to breathe, and feeling like he is about to pass out, Andrew stands as quickly as he can, and more or less runs out of the room to get some air. "*cough* *cough* *hack* *wheese* I'll be--*heave* *choke* *cough*--outside! *splutter* *cough* *wheese*"

 

[Keia]

As Aiden was talking, Simon noticed a changein the scent in the room. Immediately, Simon looked for the source of the change in air - ignoring the choking elf.

Seeing the smoke enter from the vent, Simon calls out, "There's smoke or gas entering the room from the vent right there. Andrew, get out of the room - now. In fact, all of us should."

Too bad there wasn't a window in this room, I'd break it to vent the room. It may be nothing, but never start off thinking its that way.

Simon will move to the door as quickly as possible, heading Andrew off if necessary - remembering the shells and survival knife. He will be alert for additional danger.

[Edit] based on room description

 

[Ascending Crane]

OOC: Aiden's office has no windows - it's in the center of the building. He's afraid of heights.

 

[Velenne]

Whisper throws a suspicious glance at Aiden before throwing open the door going into the hall. He'll immidiately look around for more vents which might have gas pouring out of them, or any other threats.