Blake, Joe, Penny and Dr. Eaton:
The four of you have been summoned to of the HQ conference rooms by former Army Captain Fred Ricker again. His father was Lt.General Ricker, an important founding member of the BPRD. He's in his late thirties, dark hair, dark eyes, still has a military crewcut, still looks, walks and talks like a soldier.
An apparent ritual killing took place in the early morning house at the Willard InterContinental hotel in downtown Washington, DC. The victim is Theodore Rusty Mistaugh, head of Contracting and Procurement for the Central Intelligence Agency. It took some effort for the CIA to accept assistance from the BPRD, but due to the preliminary information on the murder, they accepted our expertise. Do not ruin this opportunity to build bridges with the one governmental agency that BPRD has lukewarm relations with. Ricker pauses for a second as he tries to work out how not to have ended that sentence with a preposition, then gives up and moves on. He flicks up a picture onto the viewscreen in the middle of the table of an African American woman in her late thirties: sharp eyes, plain face, wavy long hair pulled back, dressed smartly. Your contact will be Norah Brady, who is heading the investigation. Blake, what have you heard about her?
Ive arranged for your flight, which is why I asked you to arrive at the conference room bags packed. There is a car outside HQ ready to take you to the airport. Your flight leaves within the hour. Casefiles that the CIA has provided, which isnt much to be honest, have been intranet-mailed to your accounts for access on your laptops or tablets. Blake, youre lead on this one, your work with the CIA should give you an edge on dealing with them. Do you have any questions?