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Content Warning: Descriptions of horrific crimes listed below - user discretion advised.
The lab equipment hums, chirps and oscillates, and the technician on hand, Bruce, watches it happen, monitoring the process as the machine eats the original sample - barely the size of a pinhead - and turns it into a chemical memory. Once the residue is analyzed, he furrows his brow and holds up the printout, gesturing to it with a confused expression on his bearded face. "This stuff," he says, sounding baffled, "Is ground-up human bones. Not ashes.. like, powdered bone-meal. Someone used a very expensive machining process to turn someone else into a dust." Then he shrugs, already moving onto the next item - the original one planned in the sequence for testing.
 Duquan Willets Foster: 0.06% BAC, blood contained hyoscine, acetaminophen, and paregoric.
Jerry Vedic: 0.00% BAC, blood contained hyoscine, paregoric, elevated cortisol levels.
The remains, such as they are, lay on a table each and are illuminated from above by the cruel, uncaring lights dangling from the utilitarian chains in the basement of the world. While the other lab technicians scurry, one of them enters, and is promptly rebuked, still holding her Subway sandwich, once more chided for eating food in a decidedly-awful place. However, there's a brief, intense moment as a comparison is drawn while the woman, now chastised, is departing, chewing on a chunk of faux-Italian sausage, that Hazel realized what the clues of the remains could mean.
For the body parts once belonging to Duquan Willets Foster, there's chunks of his radius and ulna bones lodged in deeply into the ragged stump of his neck, whereas his wrist stumps each bear cerebrospinal fluid, once more sourced to the same victim.
Teeth, coming together, as if closing simultaneously; above and below, linked in movement.
The bodies were guillotined both upward and downward at once, and by the exact same blade - or as it works out, a thin, exceedingly strong *wire*, something dense and powerful. Titanium alloy of some kind, presumably, or tungsten. Nothing bought from a hardware store, though - this is a machinist's death tool, no question.
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