Dmitri glanced at the pile of corpses again, more questions forming in his mind. Tyrus had answered several of them, but every answer seemed to open another path deeper into the same mystery.
"What else do you know about the shards?"
Tyrus backed away from Johannes, having no intention to be punched in the face. He fixed his tie and cleared his throat.
"Research begets information," he emphasized. "As I have told you, my words are purely anecdotal. That does not make the observations false, does it?"
Dmitri nodded.
Tyrus motioned to continue analyzing the corpses. At that moment, a Scout approached Dmitri.
"Squad leader, gas and corpses ready. Should we proceed?"
The Scout glanced toward Tyrus.
"Mr. Shearman, my men will light up these corpses," Dmitri warned. "You should take a step back."
"Alright."
Tyrus did not argue, nor did he need to. The corpses being useful research material was one thing; risking infection through prolonged exposure was another.
