"...is he... dead?" ACK asked.
"Y-Yes," Hero said, pulling away from Merlin's chair. "Unless he can survive a shot to the head..." he pointed at the bullet hole in the middle of Merlin's forehead, "...can... can he?"
"No," ACK said, standing up, "no he can't."
ACK walked over to Merlin and checked behind his head. The skull was open.
"Oh, geez!" Hero said, horrified. "That's brain matter pouring out! And on the chair!"
"Yes..." ACK coldly nodded, "...but not nearly as much as there would be if he'd been killed here."
Hero then saw what ACK had seen a few moments earlier: the drops of blood on the floor. They lead to the door that connected Merlin's office with his personal chamber. Hero looked at ACK. They were thinking the same thing.
Though neither of them had ever been into Merlin's chamber before, they could both see that this wasn't it's normal state. Tables turned over, priceless antiques lying on the floor... and blood and brain matter everywhere.
"Whoever did this must be in the station," ACK said. "There's no possible escape method."
"Impossible," Hero said, finally in control of himself after the initial shock. "The security system would have detected any intruders. Outside Merlin's chamber and office, that is... He never allowed any cameras or sensors inside."
ACK looked at Hero. "What if it wasn't an intruder?"
Hero crossed his arms over his ample chest. "I trust each one of those men and women."
ACK looked back to the front. "You trusted me..."
Hero punched ACK in the face.
"You gotta stop doing that..." ACK said, once again on the floor.
Hero started walking around the chamber. "Well, here's your escape method..." he said, moving a bloodstained curtain to reveal a large tube behind.
"His own teleporter..." ACK muttered "...motherfucker..."
