When I woke up the next morning, it was to Reina pressing her gorgeous full breasts into my cock, softly sucking at the tip as she looked up at me with smoldering blue eyes, full of raw lust. She'd already slobbered all over her tits, giving them a light sheen of spit, and my cock pulsed inside her breasts at the extremely pleasant wakeup call. She stared into my eyes, just a hint of smugness in her gaze, as she worked my dick over with her tits and lips like that, slurping and swallowing around my cockhead as her big full breasts squished into my cock.
I groaned, my cock furiously pulsing in her mouth, and reached down for her head. I started off just petting her. I had not been drunk the previous night, so I knew that Reina had no complaints about doing anything I was interested in. "Yeah, suck my cock, you Japanese nympho. You have blonde hair and blue eyes because your grandma knew Japanese girls exist to get bleached by big fat white cocks, and she wanted to give her kids a head start, right?" Reina moaned softly around my cock in agreement, nodding enthusiastically in response to the statement.
When I pulled my hand away from her head, to start tweaking and tugging on her nipples, she spoke up. "I love your big fat white cock in my tight cunt, Maximillian-sama," she breathed out, her voice dripping with need. "Your godly white cock puts me in my place as a teen Japanese slut." (She was eighteen! Legal age!) "I want it inside my pussy again so ba~ad," she whined. From last night, I knew Reina was just dirty talking like that because she really, really liked getting fucked by my cock, but in a way, that made it even hotter. She was doing it to get my dick hard, so I'd fuck her some more.
"Look at these big fat tits," I told her, shifting my hands to take over gripping her tits, mashing them against my cock. She just quivered in response to the pressure, taking in a single sharp breath. "They're actually the biggest tits I've ever had around my cock," I told her, and she let out a hot pant in response. "Is this the biggest cock you've ever had in them?"
"Yesss, Maximillian-sama," she breathed out. "All my exes were tiny. Tiny Japanese micropeens. Not huge white, manly cocks like yours." She squirmed in place as I just mashed her tits around my cock, casually pumping my hips back and forth, my tip inadvertently smearing against her nose, smearing a dribble of pre against her nostrils - and prompting her to immediately come, moaning and jerking in place, her beautiful blue eyes peeling back.
I realized at that point that Becca wasn't around, but Reina clearly wasn't able to explain why at the moment, given her whorish moans. So I just shifted, grabbing her face in both hands and mashing it down into her tits, squishing them against my pelvis. She hurriedly reached up with her hands to keep her tits wrapped around my cock, desperately eager to please as I practically smothered her in her own tits, her tongue eagerly dancing around. I spoke on raw impulse as she quivered in pleasure. "I want these fat tits on call," I declared. "If I call or text, you have to come to my apartment over in Zaun and let me fuck these tits whenever I want, got it?"
She nodded as best she could, letting out a sloppy, slobbering noise that was probably meant to be an 'mhm', but with my dick and her arousal, it came out slurred.
"And! And, to be clear! You have to pay the fare, and! I don't have to fuck your needy Japanese pussy when I get done with them, got it?" I casually smacked her tits to emphasize the point, and she actually came again at that point, going cross-eyed, blue eyes staring up at me with such an intoxicating, obscene look, it was almost irresistible.
At that point, the door opened, and Becca appeared. She caught sight of Reina, gave a cute little smirk, and kicked the door closed behind her. "Breakfast in bed, Max," she said, holding up a bag - it was from Everything Donut. "I can take control of the titfuck while you eat," she added with a vivacious grin. "I didn't know what flavor you liked, so I just bought them all," she said, plopping it down on the nightstand, getting down behind Reina on the bed.
I was definitely enjoying this side of Becca! I honestly had no idea why she had switched from being angry that another girl was sucking my dick, to wrapping her fingers around Reina's tits and practically crushing them into my cock, but I liked it! (My best guess at the time was some combination of her trying to meet me in the middle, her being in love with me, and her being a pretty hardcore sub who was just now finding out how hardcore a sub she was.)
"Thanks, Becca," I said with a smile, reaching over for the donuts and looking through them. I picked out a glazed one to start with, munching down, not caring about making a mess since I hadn't taken a shower yet and it wasn't my bed. Reina just slurped noisily on my cockhead, her tongue dancing around, trying to make sure my attention was on her rather than Becca. "I want a hardcore titfuck. Pound those tits on my cock," I ordered Becca, who grinned even brighter at that. She had insane strength for her size, so she could easily heft Reina up and down by the tits, and the girl in question just quivered and moaned and came from the act.
The consequence of Becca titfucking Reina was that Reina's mouth was now free, so once her orgasm finished, she spoke up. "I'm your teen titfuck slut," she told me, and my cock twitched between her breasts at that. "I'm on call to get my tits fucked by you, and you don't have to do anything. I'm a paizuri onahole," she said, breathing the words out. "I don't mind if you eat while fucking my tits, that's how good your godly white cock in, Maximillian-sama," she told me.
I just enjoyed my donut, getting started on a frosted one as Reina moaned and came again. "Your blowjob machine and your teen titfuck slut," Becca said, a grin on her lips. "Ain't that just everything a guy could want? On call to service your cock whenever, however, you want," she said.
"Myeah," I agreed, swallowing the bits of donut in my mouth to speak more clearly. "You're both - you have to fuck me whenever, and however, I say," I declared. I was just saying whatever dumb thing came to mind, but both Becca and Reina nodded readily. "Suck my dick, give me a titfuck, anal, vaginal, whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want. And! And, if I say so, you have to wear costumes! Like, a maid or a spacesuit or whatever!"
"That's fine by me, Max," Becca said.
"I'm a Japanese slut for big white cock, Maximillian-sama," Reina said, playing it up and laying it on thick - and at that, I started to come, the first few spurts splattering Reina's tits and face. Becca grabbed Reina's head, pushing her down towards my cock, and the Japanese teen greedily gulped down my cum, gulping noisily around my cockhead, heavy, wet noises, little moans and pants of pleasure around my cockhead, her blue eyes half-lidded as she relished my flavor.
When I finished coming - which took a while - I pulled out of Reina's tits. I just got up behind her, and Becca even helped heft her ass up to give me a better angle. "Fuck her as hard as you want, stud." She gave Reina's ass a smack.
"Yes! Fuck me, please, Maximillian-sama! Breed me!" (I knew from last night that she actually had a BC implant, but dirty talk is uninhibited!) "Knock me up with lots and lots of half-white babies, make me drop out of high school to be a teen mom!" I stuffed my cock into Reina at that point, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of her slick sex, especially since she immediately started coming.
Becca leaned up to kiss me on the lips, hungry and horny, tongue dancing around as I fucked Reina absolutely silly. When Becca pulled back from the kiss to let me breathe, she went and grabbed the donuts, handfeeding me so that I could grope Reina's tits as I fucked her.
If Reina had any complaints about the occasional sprinkle or bit of icing or donut dripping down onto her back, she certainly didn't verbalize it. But, she didn't verbalize much other than moans of pleasure and delirious statements of worshipful praise in that position, anyway.
It was honestly a great way to wake up. I fucked Reina long and hard, creampieing her again, then getting a cleanup blowjob from Becca, halfway wondering how long she'd let me just keep her as oral-only (it seemed like the current answer was: forever! Which was insanely hot!). I would have been happy for the sex to go on forever, I did have to get back to work...
When I finally did express that to Reina and Becca, it was Reina who spoke up first. "We can meet up for a date whenever, Max," she said, a warm smile on her lips. "Or just sex. You're really good at it," she told me, rubbing her naked tits into my bicep, a big, horny smile on her lips, and I was super tempted to bend her over and fuck her again. (That's almost certainly why she did it!) "When I said it was the best, I meant it, Max. Thank you."
Becca pushed her tongue against her cheek awkwardly, then spoke up. "He said he needs to get back to work. He'll call you later," she said. "C'mon, Max, I'll pay for the tram," she said.
"I need a shower, first, Becca," I told her, and both girls came into the shower to help clean me off.
I didn't have the heart to stop them, but I did have the heart to keep from fucking them again, hard as it was.
* * *
I had sort of been worried that spending all this time having sex with Becca, Reina, Jinx, and whoever else would destroy my productivity, but honestly, every time I sat down, I was locked in and blitzing through. Everything felt so easy and intuitive, as I mapped out likely patterns-of-life, analyzed teeth and diet, consulted with genetic polymers. Even though a lot of the genes are decayed, I could confirm chromosomal sex determination, and even that the females had heterozygous chromosomes!
Archaeology is mostly about scraping evidence off of wafer thin scraps, which is a big part of what I love about it. Taking almost nothing and turning it into something substantial! It's just exciting, okay? I can't explain it.
I tried not to let myself get too excited, of course. It was always possible that I'd make mistakes in the process.
I was brainstorming thoughts on the hugely lopsided sex ratio. I'd now ruled out some weird sex determination system. Parasites like Wolbachia could sometimes cause extreme sex ratios, and I didn't have any male corpses, so I couldn't rule that out. It was possible the males killed each other, but I couldn't see any particular signs of violence... the signs I could find of the male(s) didn't suggest their bodies were wildly disproportionate in size to the females, like you'd expect from a species with violent competition for mates.
I was starting to wonder if maybe the sex ratio was atypical for the species? A cult, for example, where all the men had been kicked to the curb so the leader could enjoy the women on his own?
Blech. I absolutely got how amazing and fun it could be to have sex with multiple women at the same time, just from doing it for a few days - but I wasn't manipulating them at all! I really hoped it wasn't some weirdo cult leader thing... but, it would explain the good preservation, since they would be hiding from the rest of society, and the complete abandonment of the site, less a couple females, without any signs of violence. People who broke out of the brainwashing to try to live out their lives, or were cast out by the leader...
That thought made me a little sad. Imagine if the last artifact left of human civilization was... I dunno, Jonestown. (Ignore the fact that that's obviously impossible, since that happened like three hundred years ago.) Still, there were plenty of other potential explanations! It could have been some weird radfem-ish commune, where one girl brought over her husband, for example! With alien socialities, all sorts of unlikely-for-human social organizations can occur with greater frequency and less force or manipulation. I had to keep an open mind!
(Sorry if all this discussion is too long, I've actually deleted a bunch of specifics about allosomes and how the best archaeological finds were often hidden in their own day, and more, and... well, this'd be three times as long if I hadn't! I'm writing the papers, so you'll be able to read the preprints soon if you like that stuff, don't worry!)
So I set about making a list of potential explanations, and what signs you'd expect to see, or not to see. I was on Sex-Targeted Bioweapon when my phone started to ring.
It was Naomi Evans.
Her and Vivi were the two girls I hadn't spoken to, since we'd gone our separate ways. I'd started worrying that she had a boyfriend or a husband, given the complete lack of contact. She seemed like a good person, if really horny (which was sexy!) and a bit cold. I'd hate to have ruined her relationship!
I really, really hoped her boyfriend hadn't been one of the three Enforcers who had broken into my room and gotten killed by Becca...
I took a deep breath to try to steady my nerves from that awful thought, and picked up the phone. "Naomi?" I asked.
"Yes. Max. Hello." There was a pause on her end of the line. "I have something I need to talk about with you." Now it was my turn to swallow - had one of those guys really been her boyfriend? I mean, yes, he broke in, but still! I didn't want to have kinda-sorta disposed of the body of Naomi's love after Becca killed him! (Justifiably!) "Can we meet in person? I don't want to discuss it over the phone."
Oh, that wasn't really great... that was really not great! "Why not?" I tried.
"It's just... very personal, Max." A long pause. "It's the sort of thing that we should talk about face to face, not over the phone. I can wait to talk, if you're busy at the moment, but sooner is better than later."
I couldn't just lie to her - that'd make me look even more guilty! "I'm at my apartment on Zaun," I told her. "Room 94, Forward Alcove. I'm just doing some work, but I can pause," I explained.
"Got it. I'll be over soon. Should only be ten minutes or so."
I tried to get back to work... but I couldn't focus on it at all! I was thinking a mile a minute about Naomi, about what I remembered of her, from that morning after. She had big, gorgeous tits. (Slightly smaller than Reina, maybe 5cm smaller or so.) She was extremely muscular in a very sexy way. I got the vibe she was ex-military, but that was just a guess, because mostly she was horny as hell. She was clearly really subby in the bedroom, given that she'd said things like, Fuck my onahole mouth, or whining for me to fuck her, never wanting to be on top... and now I had a hard-on from thinking about that, which wasn't appropriate for a serious conversation like Naomi clearly wanted!
It took less than ten minutes - more like eight. She stood in front of the doorway, straight-backed, arms behind her back. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a cut-off stomach (showing off her great abs, and tits, at the same time), and some loose brown slacks. Her body language shifted subtly as our eyes met. "Max," she said, her voice cool. "May I come in?"
"Oh, sure," I agreed. She stepped inside, and I closed the door behind her. She looked around my apartment, taking it in quickly, then nodding to herself.
"Max. From our brief interactions, you seem like a decent man," she started off. I kept my expression neutral. "To be honest, I think I do like you, as a person. Again, with what little I know of you."
"You also seemed nice," I told her.
"Thank you," she said, though it sounded curt and insincere, like she just really wanted to get on to her point. "Before that night, I had not had sex or gotten drunk for two months. I'm pregnant."
"Oh," I said. The sudden downside to fucking lots of woman was now being thrown in my face, and to be honest, I didn't like it!
"I'm sorry. I am on the pill, but nothing works perfectly. I don't think either of us believe that there was some other man present that night, even if neither of us remember it. So that would mean the child is yours. I'm not demanding anything out of you. I can... probably support a child on my own."
I let out a long breath I didn't know I was holding in. "Okay. Thank you for telling me. I can be involved in the child's life, right?"
"Yes, absolutely," Naomi agreed. She paused for a moment, her gaze trailing down towards my collar bone, her slowly obtaining a certain pink note to them. "I... now that that's out of the way, can you..."
"Can I what?" I asked her, honestly having no real idea. "Whatever you want," I said, figuring that her request would relate to the whole 'father of her child' thing.
"I..." She hesitated, her whole body seeming to tremble. "Don't make me say it."
"Say what? Really, I'll do whatever, Naomi! I'm- I saved money from my cost of living payments during college! I have some savings, if you need money or something, and the grant for this project is already enough for a while, and it'll explode when they learn what I found!"
She looked simultaneously happy to hear that, and unbearably embarrassed. "I have plenty of savings, Max. I was an officer through the whole Penultimate War," she told me, fidgeting as I stared down at her, her eyes currently boring into my chest. "I want..." She sucked in a deep breath through her nose. "My last partner... he was the worst. Truly, the worst. Worse than whatever you're thinking." Her fingers tightened into fists. "I fucking hate him. I want to kill him. If I saw him, I would lunge at him and try to kill him," she explained. "That's not hyperbole. I would try to crush his windpipe and gouge his eyes out." Her breathing was getting more erratic, her expression turning sharp and hateful.
"Um. Okay," I said, and that was enough to snap her out of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I guessed she really, really hated that guy, and I bet he did suck! But I wasn't him, okay?
"Until that night, I couldn't get him out of my mind. When I'd masturbate, it would always be him, crawling into my head. Fucking me. No matter how much I hated him and wanted him out. But you, Max?" She looked up at me with a soft smile. It looked truly radiant, all the more because of her otherwise cold and hard demeanor. "When I fantasize now, I can fantasize about you, and Donny stays far, far away."
"Thank you," I said, not sure what else to say.
"You're really going to make me say it?" She grit her teeth, and I had no idea what I'd said that pissed her off. "Fine! I'm insanely horny all the time and your cock is the best I've ever had in my entire life, okay?! So, please, fuck me!"
I'd never had a woman just break down to beg for sex like that. Well, obviously, I had had women beg for my cock, those past few days, but Naomi begging for it was more like she really needed a ride to the doctor's office or something: actual, pure need, rather than horny dirty talk. It was really hot, and so was Naomi, so I grabbed her hips and hefted her up off the ground, pulling her against me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she mashed her lips into mine, her tongue going absolutely wild as I carried her into the bedroom. She hooked her arm around my neck, then slid her hand down to my cock, sliding it into my jeans and groping it.
For my part, once I had her on her back on the bed, I just about peeled her out of her pants, enjoying the way she wiggled to get out of them, revealing her slick sex to open air, clit throbbing with need. Her toned stomach was fully exposed with that high-cut shirt, but she reached for it and pulled it off, showing off her sports bra-clad huge tits - which were soon exposed as well, her nipples perky.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me," she said, her eyes manic with need, and I hurriedly got my dick out to meet that request, ramming myself inside her, and she instantly came, her muscular cunt writhing around my cock as her whole body undulated before me. Her eyes rolled around, as her head swayed from side to side, dark hair going this way and that. I held myself inside her, enjoying the feeling of her, and I grabbed the base of my shirt and pulled it off, figuring she'd like something to look at too - given the way her eyes settled on my bare chest in short order, heavy breaths escaping her lips, I was right.
I grabbed her by the thighs and that point, hefting them up to get a better angle, and I felt her body faintly quiver by way of response. Her inner walls milked at my cock, and I started to fuck her again, enjoying the way her tits bounced with every thrust. I didn't know if she was quite as much of a sub as Becca or Reina, so I decided to start relatively light. "You said you were an officer for the whole Penultimate War?" I asked her, and she nodded rapidly. "How old are you?"
"Forty, sev, ehn," she got out, and then came again, her hips bucking up into me, her legs locking around my hips to try to drag me ever deeper inside her.
I thought about asking her more personal questions besides that, but then decided asking them later was better. I should ask her questions about sex, since we were fucking! "You like getting fucked hard?" I asked her.
"Mhm!" She got out. "Can I, ahm," she slurred out, tongue dancing around in the air, and I leaned down at a guess, kissing her right on the lips. Her tongue eagerly slithered around the inside of my mouth, and she came all over again in response, tongue spasming wildly. It seemed exceptionally flexible and long, now that I was comparing it with a somewhat more sober mindset - and sensitive, too! Whenever I slapped it back, Naomi reacted like I'd rubbed her clit, her body faintly twitching beneath mine. My hands went to her tits, groping one in either hand, feeling up the large, full bags of flesh, and she just writhed in pure pleasure, hands coming up to clasp the back of my head, holding me in the kiss as she moaned out her pleasure into my mouth.
When I finally pulled back from the kiss, we were both panting for air, but my hips didn't stop pistoning for even a moment - and by the way Naomi moaned and wriggled beneath me, she didn't want that either. I reached for her mouth with one hand, sticking two fingers on her tongue, and her eyes instantly rolled up in response, her body twitching as she just came all over again, orgasming her brains out. "Your tongue seems really sensitive," I said, as I gently rubbed at it, and she just moaned in pleasure, nodding rapidly. "Really, really sensitive."
"Ferrashio do'," she slurred out, and my cock twitched at that, my fingers on her tongue moving with excitement as I started to ram her all the harder. Fellatio Doll. A form of sexual body modification which causes the tongue (and mouth in general) to act as an erogenous zone. It was the sort of thing you read about in smut, or maybe some risque documentaries or blogs, not something you spontaneously encountered in real life.
Given Reina ("teen titfuck slut"), Becca ("blowjob machine"), Vivi (self-explanatory), and now Naomi's confirmed insanely subby sides... I just assumed I was particularly attractive to submissive women! It made sense, since I was now tall and muscular and big-dicked, which sounded like the kind of thing ladies liked in a dom! Maybe there were some subtle signals I was giving off too? Either way, I played with the inside of Naomi's mouth, actually slowing down my pace inside her for a bit to just experiment with pinching her tongue and rubbing her palate with my fingertips.
She clearly didn't like that, though, judging by the way her legs started to try to jerk me inside her, and the angry, needy, "Fuhck meeeee," that she got out around my fingers, so I roared as I started to pound her again.
"I'll fuck you," I told her, grunting as I pumped away inside her. "I'll fuck you. Thank me for fucking you," I said, saying the first thing that popped to mind.
"Thansh you Mashter, thansh," she slurred out, seeming positively delirious, and the way she just dropped into calling me 'master', without even being asked, without even seeming to realize that she'd done so...
It was insanely hot. My cock furiously pulsed, and my pace increased inside her, ramming away, making her squeal and moan. She didn't stop thinking me, though, letting out slurred, messy noises of gratitude. "Thansh, thansh for fugging me, thansh for fugging this slu'y mommy," she got out. "I'm a MILF now, yehr MILF," she explained. She actually giggled at that point, and I pulled my fingers out of her mouth in response.
She responded to that by latching onto me with her arms, pulling herself up into my chest, and immediately setting to lick and suck at my nipple, tongue dacning around with frantic energy as I fucked her pussy hard. "Shlu'y mommy," she mumbled into my chest.
"That's right. I guess that makes me a DILF," I said, which made her giggle even more manically, slurping noisily on my nipple as I rutted inside her.
"Masher's a DILF," she slurred out, then came all over again, the intensely powerful orgasm made obvious by the way she just gripped and clung and tightened around me, practically compressing her body into mine, her tits getting squished against my bare chest as she came hard in that position.
I just kept fucking her like that, relishing having the cold, muscular woman turn into a giggly subby MILF beneath me.
* * *
Silco watched as the Enforcers entered Forward Alcove... but the main cameras inside were out. There weren't cameras for any of the individual halls, for privacy reasons, but he should have been able to see which hallway they went down, and when. According to a tech he'd consulted, it was just a technical error. The wrong spot was buffered with some junk data, which made the cameras effectively stop recording, until they automatically started a new file at midnight.
He wasn't sure he believed that.
Oh, he was sure the tech wasn't lying to him - the boy would be a fool to do so - but that didn't mean what he said was the truth. The coincidence was too much, even if the footage shorted out just a couple hours into the day, well before the Enforcers came along. If anything, that made it more likely that this was someone's plot. Of course, they'd failed to consider the possibility that an employee at Forward Alcove would recall which hall the Enforcers had gone down... a witness that Silco had ensured would not be passing that information on to the Enforcers. He wanted to handle this in house.
The likely cause was to cripple Zaun, which meant the most likely perpetrator was a recent immigrant; someone who actually lived here presumably wouldn't want to hurt Zaun so grievously. The camera failure suggested they had technical skills, so he brought up a list of all those within the past two years who had a computer background.
Only three. A Japanese man, Daisuke Nakamura; a Nigerian woman, Chidimma Ejike; and a Vivi. The Vivi attracted his attention, given that any EM could get an appropriate body and simply pretend to be a Vivi. An examination of the EM chip's files could easily prove or disprove that, but it was sufficiently intimate that it normally wasn't done. She'd come here with her girlfriend/mistress, who appeared to just be a lucky day trader, one Olivia Martinez.
Daisuke was a young college graduate, recently hired on for some systems maintenance work at the LAN cafe. Chidimma was a mother of five, and had supposedly retired except the occasional gig work. She'd come with her husband, who was here as a geologist, and was currently employed. Olivia and the Vivi showed no sign of doing any work whatsoever, just living off of savings... which was, naturally, more suspicious. People like that could certainly help Zaun's economy, but they were often the troublesome sort. Why would someone that well-off choose to come live here, after all?
Either way, no sense in being anything less than thorough. He'd have his people look into all three of them in person.
* * *
Caitlyn's arms were crossed as she looked at the guy. Just a weedy hotel employee, by all appearances, but he'd been manning the front desk when the Enforcers had come in and the cameras had gone out. On either side of her, she was flanked by two other Enforcers. Zaun contracted out its law enforcement to Piltover, so this was, in fact, her jurisdiction, no matter how some of the locals might have felt. "You really don't remember which hall they went down?" She asked, tapping her bicep with one hand.
"No, sorry, ma'am," he said, seeming genuinely terrified. "I don't even remember them coming in, to be honest."
"You don't remember three Enforcers coming in, twelve minutes into your shift?"
He shook his head. "I read on duty sometimes," he offered. "They didn't talk to me or anything."
She stepped forward towards him, leaning in, and he just gulped. "You read on duty... or someone told you to keep quiet?" She prompted.
"I read on duty!" He repeated the statement with desperate energy.
"The Enforcers can protect you, if someone's threatening you into silence..."
"No ma'am, nobody's threatening me," he said, one of the least convincing lies she'd ever heard in her time as an Enforcer. "I really didn't see anything!"
"Right. And you didn't see them leave, did you?" They'd reviewed the footage of all the exits, but sometimes there were other exits that weren't on documentation. Every wall was a potential door, if you were dedicated enough.
"I don't remember seeing them at all!"
She sighed, shaking her head. "Fine. How often do you vacuum here?" She asked.
"Every day," he told her. "Um, we rotate halls, so each hall gets vacuumed every three days. If people leave, or put up a request placard, we vacuum their rooms."
"I'll take a look through the public parts of the hotel," she told him, and he gulped at that, but didn't look inclined to argue with her.
She took out her eDNA scanner, bending down towards the floor and starting to take some samples. Dozens of profiles were identified, including a couple aliens, but none matched the missing trio. She tried scraping it along the line between halls - in the doors - because sometimes those would get skipped, but no luck.
When people walk through any physical space, little bits of them get left behind: environmental DNA. Skin particles, hair follicles, oils from your fingers, and the like. A scanner can suck them up and link them to known gene profiles. It wasn't hard evidence by any means - any lawyer worth his salt can come up with an excuse for why two micrograms of his client's genes were on the site - but it let pretty much any investigation start narrowing down a list of suspects.
A vacuum cleaner pretty much wrecked carpeting as a source, which was otherwise the best source of eDNA. Walls, though? People didn't tend to clean off walls except for when they got dirty, so eDNA could stick there pretty much forever. It didn't take a minute before she'd identified one hallway in particular as being the one they almost certainly went down, with two separate gene profiles matching the missing Enforcers. She went painstakingly down, running the scanner over every door, every wall, every frame, and especially every doorknob.
Once that was done, she plugged the data into the main system, letting it crank out the locations the trio were most likely to have entered. It was a probabilistic model, since there were so many things that could push the evidence one direction or another - even just a gust of wind could do it - but it was 0.96 isolated down to a cluster of six doors. The center of which was Room 94. It could also be 92, 93, 95, 96, or 97, of course, but 94 had a 0.30 base probability rating. (It wasn't a percent chance, since the actual probability would depend on other evidence; imagine if Room 94 had been filled with cement, the fact that the eDNA clustered there could obviously be ruled out as suggestive. Every detective had to learn this stuff, because it could ruin cases when they got to court.)
Room 94 also had another feature of "interest." The rooms were sound-dampened, but not proofed, and she could definitely hear through the frame of the door as a woman moaned and squealed. She checked the database. The registered occupant of this room was Maximillian Mars Stat, archaeology PhD, 33 years old, fresh arrival on station, having shown up just nine days back for some archaeological site. He'd visited Piltover yesterday evening, and there had been a note about 'height mismatch due to cosmetic work' from when he'd come in. He'd come over with Rebecca Evette Cazares, age 59, modest arrest record in the USA, died August 17, 2223, no criminal record on Zaun.
Well, he was her top suspect. She wasn't going to not question him, just because he was having sex.
She knocked on the door. No response, the woman's moans and squeals continuing. She glanced at the men with her, who just nodded, and she banged on the door. "Open up! Enforcers!" She shouted.
That got the woman to stop moaning. She casually shifted her grip on the eDNA scanner so that it was disguised behind her palm, and waited patiently for the door to open.
She did not expect the man who opened it to look like he did. The correction to his height, sure, he was taller now. But he didn't look like in the photos. You could recognize him, but it was breathtaking, the sheer difference - especially given that the only thing he was wearing was his underwear. "Um, hello?" He asked, looking nervous. It didn't fit with the sensual muscular build and godly visage of his face at all. He was a little sweaty, she thought, but only in the nicest way.
Even though he was... distracting, once the door opened, she had acted on automatic instinct, planting her hand inside his room, pressing the scanner against the wall. It would just look like she was trying to keep the door open, rather than gather evidence. "Hello. I'm Detective Caitlyn Kiramman. I was curious if you knew anything about three Enforcers who would have visited this hotel four days ago," she explained, keeping her voice steady as she gingerly shifted her hand back and forth on the wall, scraping the eDNA scanner along it.
"Uh. No. Enforcers are the local cops, right?" He eyed her forearm suspiciously.
"Yes. I could show you some photographs, if you'd be willing to take a moment, sir," she said.
"Um. I can't really remember seeing any men in particular - if these guys were male, actually, you're a girl so I guess one of them could be a girl? I've been pretty distracted by all the pretty ladies lately. Like yourself." He gave her a cheesy, awkward smile.
It was a jump to assume that the Enforcers were all men, but not that incriminating of one. Most police officers were men; there was just a different distribution of interests and skills between men and women. "They were all male. Take a look at the pictures, and tell me if you recognize them, and I can be on my way," she told him.
"Okay." She withdrew her hand, pulling out a tablet, which displayed rotating images of each officer's head. He looked at each one in turn, swiping along once a full revolution had taken place, then shook his head. "Sorry. I haven't seen any of them. Why?" He asked.
"It's part of an ongoing investigation, sir," she told him. It could be a homicide, or the trio could have decided to lay low here at Forward Alcove... so she decided to clarify. "If you do see any of them, tell them that they need to report in." She stared at him closely, watching his expression. Her AR contact felt like it was itching, ready to catch the tiniest microexpression. Microexpressions were useful data to help an investigation, but humans couldn't reliably identify them in other people - they were expressions that flickered across the face in the time between when an emotion is first experienced, and when it's consciously felt (and thus can be suppressed). "If they don't show up, they'll be considered legally dead, restored from backup, and their assets moved on."
No notable microexpression response. She'd compare that response to the others down this hall - she wasn't sure if it was normal or worthy of note, given the particular situation. "Oh. Well, if I see them, I'll tell them that! Can I go now? I, um, have a guest," he explained, blushing.
"Yes, that's all," Caitlyn said, and he closed the door. She let out a breath as the door closed.
Fuck, that guy was hot. She'd kept it professional, other than maybe the fumble at the start, but Jesus Christ that guy was hot. She felt a bit jittery, as she took a step back from the door, consulting the scanner's results. Only four unique genetic profiles were spat out: Maximillian himself, Naomi Evans, pseudoflesh belonging to Rebecca Cazares, and one unidentified human. Female, lots of genemods, far more than was safe. Some of them dating back just twenty years ago, which meant she was young - but beyond that, she couldn't say more. None of the Enforcers' eDNA inside. The computer lowered the probability of Room 94 to 0.02 with that bit of evidence.
Of course, that number only described variations due to chance. If he'd scrubbed the place clean...
"Right. Room 93 is next most likely," she said, turning around to face it, knocking on it. She heard the inhabitant start to shift inside.
"Who is it?" Came a voice from inside.
"Enforcers," she called out, shifting the scanner back into its place in her palm, ready to snap it out when the occupant opened the door. "We'd just like to speak with you for a moment, sir."
Good policework was legwork first, theorizing second, and she had a lot more legwork to do.