Head into the next room.
"E, search the couches. Make sure there's no weapons or anything."
You head through the front room and into the living room. The living room is a very large room with the kitchen in one corner, partially separated by a drawer and cabinet laden island. There's a sofa set up against the wall opposite the television, and a staircase to your right that heads up. No one is around.
Kick the woman until she turns into our target or unconscious.
"Don't worry ma'am, I'm a doctor. And the fact that the man who sold me said doctorate is centuries dead doesn't make it any less true."
[Dex:6]
[str:4]
You spin on your heel like some sort of psychotic ice skater turned Chuck Norris impersonator and drill the tip of your boot directly into the woman's throat. She goes down with a gurgle and proceeds to struggle and claw meekly at her throat for a few moments before becoming silent.
God you're a great doctor.
"I get the feeling that diplomacy isn't going to be nearly as easy as I originally hoped.
Anyway, you there, to be blunt, we're looking for a criminal who can disguise himself, and we need to search every house here, including yours. I'll give you a choice, you can cooperate with me and we'll try to get this done without too much trouble, or you can choose to deal with the rest of my squad. I'll warn you though, some of them bring a whole new meaning to the term "insanity", so... your choice."
Try mentioning the HMRC. That might make the things more lively. Or, well, at least they won't fear us being worst kind of criminal scum. They will know us to be the worst kind of criminal scum, acting on behalf and bearing the authority of the government.
Raise the visor and look at the man.
The man, seeing that you're looking at him, is already taking back off inside before you can really say much of anything, He has his door slammed shut before you can get off so much as a "Hey! You!"
"Sorry bro! You good?"
Examine the fallen man to see if he's alive and/or the target. Once done, check the rest of the house.
You peel the door away from the wall and the man, causing the homeowner to crumple onto the ground at your feet.
[Med:5-1] You crouch down over the man and take a good look at him. He's bleeding,and that arm is definitely not supposed to be twisted like that, but he's breathing.
You shrug and get up, turning around toward the living room just in time to see a dog, a dog the size of a small horse in your mind, leaping at you with his fangs bared.
Milno leans against the wall nonchalantly.
"Well, that'll be interesting to watch."
Communicate with Steve and turn the new system on.
"Hey Steve. What is the concept of 'alive' for capture purposes? Intact brain?"
>Close enough. Jim waited for the results of Mesk's exam.
Ah, the results of Mesk's exam are that the little girl has severe mental trauma and is suffering from being an orphan. Illuminating.
Well. Seems terrify the locals, Plan A, is going smoothly.
"Steve, do we have phone numbers for these houses? Would it be possible you could route my radio through a telephone call?"
>I guess I could. "Sure."
Search room, especially couches.
You look through the room and the couches. Ping pong balls, paddles, loose change, a peppermint, a sock, old receipt...yeah, you got nothing.