Chris looks over towards the black van, his gun pointed there, but the men were dead already, slumped over the edge of where they were standing; he sighs with relief. After reloading his gun, he walks around the crate and towards the van, he sees the woman from before.
"Thanks."
He holsters his gun and then looks around with a shrug. He speaks sarcastically;
"I Dunno, bad guys just come running to me."
He then walks over to the van and pulls the bodies from it, looking inside for anything he could use.
"So, how am I going to explain to the lads all this, if I let you go?"
"God, that was quick thinking to me something still sounds fishy, though I was in this whole mess..."
Chris sighs and looks around, remembering that his phone was in the car.
"I guess so, just wait here I left my mobile in the car, got two messages to read. And again, sorry 'bout the nose."
*After arranging all the bones she had, Emily passed over to Laura who continued scanning the remainder of the bones as she started running the various ways the wounds could be been caused through the system. No need to facially reconstruct or run through missing persons as they've already identified the bodies*
After an hour or so a man dressed in a copper Attire walks in with a case, he looks around and spots the forensics officers and places the case on a table.
"Got the pieces you needed, though there weren't many."
His voice was raspy and old. Mike.
Chris is drinking coffee in his office, doing a lot of paperwork, quickly but surely, Martin sat on the edge also doing some.
"Get this out of the way quickly, then we can move on with the good stuff."