As the brain matter was forced down with a swallow, Vigrid began to pick up scattered thoughts and images. Memories filled with violence and war. In stark contrast to the preconceived notion of a mage, this cavalcade of emotion swarmed around combat, and honing the art of war. 

Then the mental calculus began to churn.

Vigrid's gaze traced the location of the Archmagos' initial impact with the teleport position triggered by the displacer field. Making a gun of his hand, the Astartes pointed first at the final resting location of the mage, then at the site of the first impact. With a grim expression, he shook his head. It had to be the second option offered by his military experience. This attacker must have known exactly where the Archmagos' displacer field would teleport Toros before they fired the first three shots. 

That would mean the killer had someway to either intercept the data, or, and this was more likely seeing as the displacer field triggered after the first shot, they were able to scramble the field to get their first shot in. Time and space were a funny thing, as the 'first shot' was also the 'fourth shot.' The Space Wolf huffed stale air from his maw. The acrid atmosphere penetrating the ivory tower through the broken window tasted like sulfuric pennies. 

The Astartes' eyes met his companion's. (OOC: Well, Kim, I ate the brains.) "The nature of the Archmagos' death is troubling," he began distilling his vision, "The first shot was not the one which opened her skull," he turned first to the splatter of the mage's brain matter on the equipment behind her; the first impact. "The first shot was in the grouping which the victim teleported into when the displacer field activated." He raised a gloved fist to wipe the remnants of the Archmagos' brain from his bristling, brown beard and mustache. "Somehow the assailant knew exactly where the field would teleport Archmagos' Toros, or controlled where and when it would activate." 

His mind raced to conceive of any such technology that would be capable of scrambling the Archmagos' displacer field, forcing it to teleport into another location. 

Next on the Space Wolf's list was to take a closer look at the cogitators that remained. If this was no simple burglary, perhaps the nature of what was stolen would point to the feint it could be.