Radon pulled out the sack with the girl's belongings and put it on Daniel's desk, then retrieved the vial and the girl's CAC from it and set them in front of him. "Never met her before. Only name I 'got' from her is on that CAC."
Since her name wasn't actually mentioned in the text, but would certainly be on the CAC through the unique mark, that's what I'm going to use.
Daniel nods.
"Modge Willikins, I saw." He hesitates, eyes going blank with the telltale sign of Oracle-searching, then frowns as they clear again.
"Fake name. Or at least, fake ID. I'm going to send this --" holding up the vial
"-- back to the lab for testing. You're done here, we know where to contact you if we need you."
"Talk to this police guy," Jack said as he continued to walk along. "All I wanted to do was stab something really big in the face. All I wanted! That's it! But nothing's ever simple, is it?"
Roy skids to a halt, exasperation and confusion on his face. Finally, eyes darting back and forth between the man and the changeling, he interrupts, "Hold on a damn second. You! You were dead. And You! You and I BOTH checked him! I'm sorry, but I'll need both of you to file a report on this. Simple or no, we need you medically examined, and your report on how you got to be where and how you were, and I still need your report on where the hell you found him."
Suddenly, a violent burst of sickly green energy flies from across the road and burns a hole clean through the changeling's chest. His eyes go wide, face greying toward its natural ashen hue as his fingers explore the ragged edges of his wound. After a suspended moment, the changeling crumples to the ground.
Movement in their peripheral vision causes Jack and Roy to spin around and stare straight into the softly glowing muzzle of an energy launcher, aimed at them from a nearby alley. There's a quiet click of a trigger being pulled, but nothing happens.
"Oh... shit." The weapon is lowered, and Jack & Roy hear the sounds of furious reloading.
((Move to WtL combat thread and roll init, please.
))
"Hey, you have any way of restraining a psychotic kid? He might attack someone again..." Lilly seems highly annoyed by the whole deal.
Without missing a beat, the robed lady murmurs,
"Of course." She reaches into a hidden cabinet and removes a length of silk rope, moving towards the three of you. As she begins to expertly bind the kid, there's a thump as a small, heavy black leather bag drops out of his coat, falling to the floor at IA's feet.