+++Protected by Official Secrets Act+++
+++Origin: MoD ParaNorm+++
+++Dated: March 19th 2029+++
Sir Edward Mitchell, Director of ParaNorm research, Ministry of Defense.
Last seen: Sub-basement 12, MoD Whitehall.
Circumstances of disappearance: During testing of the Phase 3 Personal Relocation Device, nicknamed the Space Hopper. Upon taking up the device in question, Sir Edward activated it and vanished in what appeared to be a succession of lightning strikes, despite our position several hundred meters below ground.
Appearance at time disappearance: Sir Edward was as dishevelled as always, having just returned from a brief jaunt across the channel to intercept a group of cultists as part of Operation Angelus. His cropped brown hair was in disarray, blue eyes a-twinkle with anticipation. Unless it has been significantly altered by the device, his physique could be described as lean and wiry, deceptively strong and agile.
Clothing at time of disappearance: Sir Edward was dressed as he traditionally does, in a shabby grey-blue Armani suit, covered by a British Army surplus olive-drab greatcoat. He was wearing a pair of very battered black military-style boots.
Possessions at time of disappearance: One(1) pair of steel-rimmed spectacles, One(1) prototype PRD Mk3 (A small device about the size of a mobile phone, with a large red button on top, akin to the striker on a cigarette lighter. The centre portion of the device appears to be made of glass, and contains what could be described as a “storm in a bottle.”) One(1) Glock 31 Gen4 w/ extended barrel and holo-sight. Six(6) magazines of .357 magnum ammunition. One(1) gold-plated wristwatch. One(1) Marks and Spencer bath towel in blue-white check.
WARNING: ARMED AND DANGEROUS
The picture on the poster depicts a typical hospital atrium, sparsely populated by patients and doctors. In the centre, a small girl pushes a heavily bandaged man across the chequerboard tiles, the strain visible on her pinched features. The man appears pale and haggard, patchy stubble sprouting from a once handsome jawline.
His visible hand seems to be missing several fingers, appearing oddly truncated beneath the swathe of bindings. A plaster breastplate covers his chest, speckled with aspirated blood.
Wanted in connection with a number of federal firearms charges and the possession of prohibited explosive devices. He may be travelling in the company of a girl between the ages of 16 and 18.
He may be travelling under the name Edward Mitchell. Although heavily wounded in a bear attack, he should be considered armed and dangerous. Sightings should be reported to your nearest police station by telephone on the non-emergency response number 101.
INTERIOR GUARD COMB THE CITY FOR MYSTERIOUS ASSASSIN
The newspaper is tattered and faded. Perhaps you saw it laying discarded on the curb, or fluttering on a dusty breeze. The front page is emblazoned with sepia-washed pictures, each one highlighting some aspect of a gruesome display. A burned out customs house dominates one, the bodies of dispatched guardsmen littering the ground outside it. Another shows blood-flecked passers-by, cowering among a sea of shattered glass. The final picture is an artist's impression of a man. Flint-hard eyes glare out of a scarred, waspish face. The once-handsome lines of nose and cheek are jagged and broken. Dark stubble covers his shaven crown, patchy stubble covering his jawline.
Not hours ago, a group of vicious murderers massacred their way through dockside. It seems that there were at least two different groups, one led by the man depicted above. Eye-witness reports confirm that he killed several of our heroic interior guard in cold blood, and triggered the explosion that decimated the market square. It is the duty of every loyal citizen to aid the guard in the apprehension of this violent terrorist. Any sightings should be reported to your nearest station.