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Franco sat quietly at his research station, a protective gown over his clothing and a rebreather covering his mouth. You never knew what might be floating around when you dealt with certain things in his line of work. The man, who seemed fairly young and had short brown hair, was writing out some of his findings.

The soot, which wasn't really soot, was discovered to actually be nanotech. Franco pressed an eye to the microscope in front of him, eyeballing the nanotech used in the bridge attack.

"This is supposed to be illegal for war. I've never known the Varden or CONCORD to resort to these means." He said, almost hoping for a response from the empty room. The rig he was on wasn't empty, far from it, but the thick metal walls and everyoing heading back to shore for hours on end to investigate made the rig seem very lonely.

He adjusted the microscope to get a better look at the nanotech, eyes widening at the site of markings on each. Numbers too. He quickly pulled over his notepad, writing down the sequences of numbers he saw.

"Isaac, patch me through with mother base and the FBP." Franco said, tapping a button on the side of his microscope. It clicked audibly, photos of the markings exposing themselves on a nearby computer screen. Aftera moment a holographic screen shot up in front of Franco, a live feed of a woman standing in a white laboratory coming on only after a few seconds.

"I'm sending pictures to you of the markings on this nanotch. It's more than likely a maker's mark. I want you to run it against known scientists, companies and organizations who deal in nanotech. See if we can get a match. I also have a sequence of numbers. It's a serial, maybe it can lead us to a company or region." Franco said to the woman.

"Give it to me." The woman said, "I will. Not like... sex. Anyways, the number is 338122640017. Run that by companies and see if we start getting matches." Franco said to woman.

"You got it."