[ WP ] Your Own Brilliant Detective - Find the murderer

*A while back, I wrote somthing for the pulp sci-fi prompt. A comment inspired a follow up. That second entry is still a work in progress, but this prompt has, in turn, inspired a third installment. For brevity, only a portion near the end is included. The rest is still being written. There is story preceding this scene and story after. * 
 
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 Chase had seen a number of crime scenes, but this one didn ’ t make a lick of sense. He went through the facts in his head. The colonel ’ s tracer suggested he died at 2157 on the street corner where his body was found. Despite three blaster wounds, there was no blood, meaning he likely died elsewhere but was dumped. Not only does that disagree with the timestamp, but there were also three fresh blaster marks on the pavement under the body, lining up with the wounds, meaning he had to have been shot there. 
 
 Only one camera was directed at that spot and it had been smashed, the video feed stolen. Something happened there. But there didn ’ t appear to be any motive. The likely suspects had been ruled out one by one. Even his contacts couldn ’ t turn up anything about a hit. How was he killed and why? 
 
 He sat back in his desk chair and lit up another smoker. Placing his hands behind his neck, he looked up at that ceiling to think. His eyelids grew heavy and soon closed. 
 
 His nap was disturbed by a loud bang at the door. Startled, he pulled out his sidearm and pointed it at the door. Nothing. He slowly stood up and made his way to the door. He felt his foot stepping on something just inches away from the entrance. He reached for the light switch and saw the cracked case of a video disc under his right shoe. 
 
 Chase reached for the entry panel and tapped a few times to bring up the recent video feed. A person wearing a hooded jacket, keeping their head down to avoid the cameras, ducked outside the door and then walked away. They must have been the one to drop off the video. 
 
 Speaking of which, he quickly went back to his desk to find out what was on it. The video started up showing the street corner where the colonel was found. The timestamp was 2156, just moments before his tracer went cold. 
 
 Leaning in towards the screen, Chase had gone from groggy to singularly focused. Colonel Wile walked out towards the street corner, facing the camera. He stopped in his tracks and peered into the darkness. As if he recognized something he spoke. There was no audio on the disc, though. As the colonel ’ s mouth stopped moving, he collapsed to the ground. Moments later, the video ended. 
 
 Chase replayed the section where the victim fell. No flashes. No shots. He went back further. The man said something before falling over. He moved his mouth to mimic the motion on the video, trying to reconstruct the lost words. 
 
 “ Orion will save me, ” he said aloud, cracking both a grin and the case.
