It didn't exactly take long for a response from the field agents to come back at him. Though he had expected some resistance, he hadn't expected something on this level. While one of them appeared to just go on with her business, whom Aldrich presumed was the source of the female voice, given the few identifying features visible through the camera(or that was a guy with surprisingly feminine hands). At least she seemed to be respecting the no touching he had asked for. Another voice, who he figured was the one who's camera was having some severe issues of motion blur, seemed more than a tad paranoid, and very on edge. Something told him he wasn't the brightest of the bunch, but then again sometimes brute force is the best solution. His reaction, his panic, if it weren't a mission Aldrich wouldn't have bothered holding his laughter.
It took a few seconds for Aldrich to regain composure to the point where he'd feel confident that he won't shoot into laughter right the moment he tries to open his mouth.
"Take it easy, I'm just from the intelligence branch, codename M-07-2002-DE: 4061. Given your reaction and the warm welcome I found at the doorstep you weren't briefed that someone from my department would be coming." He hoped saying this much would at least calm down the currently panicking operative. Maybe it was just him, but it seemed quite strange for a field operative to react with such a degree of panic, even a rookie should have had enough training to not go full tilt from something like this. Aldrich took a moment to glance at Flynn and sighing quite audibly.
"At any rate back to the mission. Indeed it was supposed to be in in and out mission, unfortunately for the both of us, it no longer is, it now is an investigation. So we'll need any information we can pull from the scene, and I wish there was another option. But with this much visual data to process in a scene we can't quarantine putting as much as possible on disks in the only solution." He said trying to not come off too lecturing. It certainly was annoying, as Aldrich thought more and more about it, the report he would have to write grew. Not to mention the fact that some evidence could be lost during the purge he'd have to request for the location, too much risk that something there could trace back to dragonfly and be found during a police investigation.
Only giving the operatives on the other end of the line a couple of seconds to process what he had just said Aldrich proceeded to give them his analysis of the situation.
"So here's what I make of the scene. You all arrived well after the target had died, none of your fault that's on central, and while I can't say what killed him I'm pretty sure they took their time killing him. Meaning they had plenty of time to prepare an ambush or something along those lines. Yet when I look at how you guys move around it doesn't look like you've stumbled upon traps. Which likely means they haven't bothered with that, furthermore since you haven't been noticed there wasn't an ambush. Nor will one come, turning on the light in that room would have been any would be attackers signal. Doesn't mean they might not be waiting to follow you all back home, might need to be wary of that." He said in a tone and manner similar to someone trying his damnest to figure out a complex riddle.
"The blood-painting..." He continued.
"... The state of the laptop and the body leave me to believe that the attackers didn't care about us hunting after them, perhaps you could even say they want us to try and hunt them down. However seeing as there are quite a few potential red herrings, they do not seem keen on actually being found. So, are the field agents done with their panic attack and ready to live up to that last name of yours? Or do I have to hope I catch the needle in a haystack while looking through your cam's?" Ending his train of thoughts with a rather uncharacteristically mild jab as he rubbed his temples. Headaches and jetlag certainly aren't a nice combination.