*Highbrow stands still for a full hour, billions of tiny details flashing through his brain at a speed that would give a telepath reading his mind a seizure, images of everything he's seen, and the possible quantum states that could have each branched into other states, eventually propagating to the current state, each weighted based on the probability of their transitions in a Bayesian network with trillions of nodes.*
*Suddenly, his eyes flash with insight and he stirs to attention. Based on the exact placing of several objects in the house and some of the patterns outside on the road, the only possible scenario that could have given a non-negligible likelihood involves a man--their target no doubt--who lives with a wife, exactly two children, and his elderly parents. After hastily packing up and leaving, he must have begged his parents to leave and told them vicious murderers were coming, but they stubbornly refused to budge. To keep them and himself safe, he wouldn't have told them anything that could be used by enemies. Driving off at full speed, he would have left tracks outside from a vehicle, but the current patterns in the road are indistinct, clearly the results of a combination of such tracks followed by a minor dust storm, a man leading a camel, four young girls at play, and then the Resolutes themselves. And if that is the case, then the direction of the tracks combined with microscopic traces of fuel exhaust that indicates the amount of gasoline in the tank and thus a particular requisite distance, along with millions of other factors too complicated to name, lead to a certain conclusion that the man was fleeing along the southwest road to Istanbul, though where in Istanbul, Highbrow can't tell.*
*His brain hurts.*
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