Ratcatching

"I don't understand why we left." I felt I had spent enough of my own journal in a morgue, any future morgue interactions will be annotated. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

"Because we were not there with any authority, the real authority was actually there, and we already got what we needed did we not?" I don't know why I justify myself to people, I mean they should just listen because I'm clearly right most of the time.

"Yeah but if I had more time with the body I might have been able to determine who killed him and not just what killed him." To catch you up to speed journal reader, the dead man was most likely dead because someone close to him was a spy (a spy for who is anyones guess, most governments now are all messed up two of them directly because of me! How nice) the group we had run into in the morgue were part of the Guards interior service designed to catch threats before they blow up the country (and what a bang up job they did recently with a war and all but I digress).

"Clearly it was his wife, that was who the guy was afraid of, we just have to figure out how she did it."

"And why would that matter?" We had gone back to my office for me to get my pistol (I had become very fearful of not being armed, so much for security Captain Dupont!)

"Because we might need to know the antidote if there is one for what she'll try and use on us."

"Wait why would she be trying to kill us?" Valerie and I were right outside of my office, I could see through the door, she could not.

"Because she's in my office right now."

"Oh." Well a woman was in my office, and I could only assume it was the dead man's wife because that's how convenient my life gets at times like this! And I was right, like most things I'm always right, don't even try and bring up the times I was wrong, because I was proven right later on!