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"And now we're on the terrace, chat. The night air carries that signature mix of ozone and neon that marks our city's skyline. But something's... different here. You see what I'm seeing? Come on, take a guess. No, I'm not talking about his petunias. Though actually those are not petunias, they're important subaustralia glassgrass, lemon-scented. Enormously finnicky stuff, though it seems to be thriving. Guess the late Dr. Despango had a dab green hand."
Drone pans across the terrace, focusing on the partially dismantled HVAC system
"Someone's been busy with the ventilation system. Professional work - they knew exactly which panels to remove. An escape route? Perhaps. Though you only really get man-sized convenient escape vents in the movies. And it's hard to imagine a professional attacker not simply rapelling off of the building."
Camera sweeps across the scattered debris. The scene stained with bits and fragments, soap, water and... sandwich?
"Riot foam residue everywhere, breaking down into that characteristic crystalline pattern. But look closer - flour, soap suds, water puddles. Almost like someone was... cooking? Or maybe creating cover? The tactical minds among you might recognize this as old-school counter-surveillance technique. Mess with thermal imaging, confuse motion sensors. You get small gritty particulates all over someone's haptic feedback suit and the smartlinks tend to fritz out trying to track it all. "
Drone focuses on overturned furniture and plastic fragments
"Signs of a confrontation, but... gentle, if you can call it that. No blood, no bullets. Just the remnants of a flashbang and... well, would you look at that."
Close-up on the half-eaten sandwich
"Ham and omelette sandwich. Still relatively fresh. Someone's dinner got interrupted. Rather domestic touch for what we're led to believe was a violent break-in, wouldn't you say?"
Camera rises, capturing the sprawling cityscape
"Dr. Despango's... passing... raises questions. A brilliant mind who fell from Singularity Cloud's grace, found dead. And though he's not around to answer questions about his research, it seems he might not need to, because it vanishes too. Convenient timing, don't you think, chat?"
Slow pan across the chaotic scene
"You know, in my years of reporting, I've learned that sometimes chaos has a pattern. Sometimes it's a little too... perfect. Makes you wonder about those Red Cranes, doesn't it? About who this mysterious 'I' might be. About why a top-tier mercenary team would leave behind such... specific evidence."
Final wide shot of the city at night
"Dr. Despango sought to push the boundaries of human potential. Perhaps, in the end, those boundaries pushed back. Well, sometimes the obvious answer isn't the right one. But what do I know, chat? I just report the news, and mimic back what I see, right? "
"Uh, but I gotta... uh. GO!! This is Mox Mimicry, signing off. Back to the studio! And... keep asking questions, viewers. "
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