The system

I have been called, around half 4 in the morning, i wake up without a feeling of tiredness. I immediately get ready which take's me little time as all my stuff is in arm's reach, it's just efficient that way, effective. Dr Goult has escaped, that traitor has escaped for now, but not for long. Grabbing my device i call contact again as i leave the room rushing out the building to get to transport. A few minute's pass as i am driven to the building. Walking up to it there is tape surrounding the building with multiple police car's, striding past the tape i enter the building, my nose is filled with the stench of iron, absolutely putrid. Scanning the room it is covered in blood, nearly every bit of wall, roof and floor is red now. All of the body's have been covered up by a black layer. Moving past some doctor's i head to the some of the body's lifting the black layer. The corpse's, no, that's to kind a word, there is no word fit for the state of these body's. This one is missing limb's blown off by bullet's, gaping hole's throughout his body, organ's hanging out. Checking all of the body's they seem to be in similar state. Looking to the wall is the tunnel, the one i get told about. Apparently there is a gargantuan network of underground tunnel's connecting nearly all building's by a small vehicle which can supposedly move with extreme speed's. I begin to make my way down the narrow tunnel which is now filled with light, an occasional blood splatter and body, sometime's they are even hard to step over. Coming up to a massive piece of black layer i look under it to see a lot of our own solider's. It is what they are for, it is what they are, fodder. Steeping over them i reach the open room where i head over to the track's to analyse them and hopefully find any shred of information about this vehicle i can. 

Many hour's have passed, the worker's of the city think it was just a normal night, yet the official's are already aware of what has happened. Sat in a room there are two people talking. "We need a scapegoat, someone to take the blame?" One of them say's to the other, the room was nearly empty, only a table between two seat's where they both sat. "Yes, i agree, Dr Wilson still need's punishing for getting lost, i suggest we use him" the other reply's. "I agree"

I am still to sleep, it's now 9.55am, i went back to my laboratory in the city and began to do some research and create a report. But that will be halted because in 5 minute's i will be doing a broadcast to the world to discuss my failure. Getting everything ready i prepare myself infront of the camera's as i wait for my time. Receiving the signal i begin. "Good morning, i am speaking to you all today for one reason. This morning at around 4am the traitor Dr Goult escaped from prison with the help of a group we that call themself the rebellion, for this escape i personally apologise for my failure at ensuring the security. And if anyone know's anything about the rebellion inform us, thank you for listening" Receiving the signal that the broadcast finished i walk off back to the laboratory to discuss some thing's with fellow doctor's. Reaching the room i enter as i call everyone to the screen. "Presuming everyone got my message about half an hour ago i will get straight into it. We have found this symbol on the body's of the traitor's, are we under agreement that it is the symbol or banner of the rebellion?" i ask the group as i showcase image's on the screen. With a murmuring of agreement's coming from around the group i continue. "What we need to do is try find any link's from the design to anything, it could be a location or even a person. You all know what to do, now get to it" I finish as i take the pictures off the board. Moving back to my desk i begin looking for any potential link's. Looking through multiple GIS system's to find any link fro location i find none, calling out to the group "I have found no locational link, has anyone else?" hearing the shuffle of paper and tapping of keyboard's i hear multiple reply's of no. More time passes as i look at old religious group's and their symbols and their place of worship, but still nothing, time passes by slowly, maybe an hour. With another dead end i begin looking for any artwork similar to the design, opening a database i start to compare them, taking note's on similarities. "Dr Wilson, i think i found something, please come here" a voice distract's me, looking up i get out my chair heading to the Dr. "I believe i found the most compatible match, there is apparently an artist located at Bleakstone." Scanning the symbol or banner and the artwork i cannot help to agree. "Very good, i will report these finding's to the official's and discuss our next move's."

A report was sent through outlining the evidence which show's the connection. There is such a small possibility that it is coincidence.I have just been given permission to check the satellite data, the newest system to track all form's of movement but can only be used in situation's that directly threaten the governing body, which is why it isn't used to track normal criminal's, it will be able to in the future but for now it take's up to many resource's. Loading the system i go back to when i was in Bleakstone and the artist's piece was on stage. The satellite is connected to a wider network of satellite's which track DNA and then layer's in onto a detailed GIS map showing us the location of everyone at all time's. Hour's pass by as i haven't found anything yet, currently attempting to track the paintings movement to find out where it came from, and after more time i finally find a lead. This is it, the artist's DNA. Searching it in the database nothing show's up, this is expected, some people miss being inputted at birth, it is just more irritating now. Looking up relatives there are only a registered mother and father, both died year's ago. There is another relative though, opening the close DNA link no name come's up, weird. Looking through the detail's this become's increasingly more odd. This DNA is the one from the escapee from the protest. But it is not a direct relative, could it be there is a mistake, whatever it is i will include it within my report. Inputting the DNA from the artist into the most satellite system it immediately find's their location. Outside a building, zooming in, i recognise the building, it is this one.