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WHO: King Bradley a_brutal_king, Sebastian Michaelis howcaniserveyou, Rhode Kamelot dolcezzamacabra, Aigis ricordi_di_voi, Tony Stark stirare_luomo
WHAT: Bradley is doing a sweep of the districts, trying to follow any leads on Rhode. He has a stroke of good luck, or bad luck, depending on how you view it.
WHERE: Brian's apartment, Vescovo Territory
WHEN: August 18, Evening
Another trip, another dead end. He hated this bullshit. Everyone was either lying or ignorant of the situation, perhaps fearful of becoming another victim. Ridiculousness. It was precisely this attitude that allowed scum like this to roam free. The old soldier sighed in frustration, then smoothed his hair back and continued walking the street, extending his vision to take in as much as possible. His last leads had all pointed him to this area, there HAD to be something. They couldn't have moved on that fast, could they?
"Damn it," he muttered, "Where ARE they...?"
His vision suddenly cued into something. It was just out of the corner of his eye, about a block away. Someone in a window that looked familiar, just for a moment. He walked down toward the building, a sense of unease pulling at his senses. He silently entered and ascended the stairs, peering though the cracks between the doors and frames of apartments as he went. He finally stopped at one doorway, pressing his ear against the door. There was someone home, but he couldn't tell how yet. One way to find out. He simply knocked.
WHAT: Bradley is doing a sweep of the districts, trying to follow any leads on Rhode. He has a stroke of good luck, or bad luck, depending on how you view it.
WHERE: Brian's apartment, Vescovo Territory
WHEN: August 18, Evening
Another trip, another dead end. He hated this bullshit. Everyone was either lying or ignorant of the situation, perhaps fearful of becoming another victim. Ridiculousness. It was precisely this attitude that allowed scum like this to roam free. The old soldier sighed in frustration, then smoothed his hair back and continued walking the street, extending his vision to take in as much as possible. His last leads had all pointed him to this area, there HAD to be something. They couldn't have moved on that fast, could they?
"Damn it," he muttered, "Where ARE they...?"
His vision suddenly cued into something. It was just out of the corner of his eye, about a block away. Someone in a window that looked familiar, just for a moment. He walked down toward the building, a sense of unease pulling at his senses. He silently entered and ascended the stairs, peering though the cracks between the doors and frames of apartments as he went. He finally stopped at one doorway, pressing his ear against the door. There was someone home, but he couldn't tell how yet. One way to find out. He simply knocked.