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A retired drunk and a group of misfits don’t make a very good anti-terrorism squad, why the Chancellor picked these people to spearhead the investigation was beyond Eceil.
Still, the money was good.
Eceil leans up against the wall, sighing deeply as his hands run through his ageing hair.
“Great. Were looking for a bomb laying psycho pin in a haystack and we don’t even have a good lead. If I can make a suggestion I say one of you heads to the wherever their keeping what’s left of the rubble for the building. Some times the carbon schoring on the sides of wreckage can give you a hint to what kind of bomb they used. Maybe we’ll find out where they placed the explosives, and how they got them in their in the first place. Getting enough fireworks inside the building like that couldn’t have been too easy. I’ll go see if I can find any survivors, maybe they’ll have something useful to say.”
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