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The building is on a street corner. It’s old, and slightly dilapidated, but the neon red sign out front lights up the dark street like a lighthouse in a storm. There isn’t a bouncer at the front entrance, this isn’t that kind of club. Besides, there’s too many off-duty precursors and Maria hitmen there to try anything. The front door is simple, betraying the club’s origins as a ordinary house, though now it has become anything but ordinary. The door opens into a wide dimly lit room, with a bar on the left wall and rows of tables on the right. Throughout the room there are billiard tables, almost always occupied. The bartender, nicknamed Jack, built the club from nothing but a debt owed by a contractor and Mafia blood money. It’s now the most popular club in the slums of Alleycity, especially for the criminal underground. They come here often, and the precursors often turn a blind eye. Money and drink, two of the great equalizers. 

In the back right corner of the Jack, there’s a set of stairs, rarely climbed, and cleaned even less. If you climb them however, things get a bit more interesting. The stairs come to a small hallway, with 2 doors on the left. It’s the second of the two that matters. The first is a lawyer’s office of some sort, the name on the front faded away years ago. The second door has the words Ace Tawson, Private Eye written on it. The paint is fresh, as he’s only moved in there a few months ago. His office is small, 4 meters by 4 meters, and the cramped feeling is an enhanced by the lack of lighting, for a tin savant need so little, and walls covered in large, intimidating bookshelves, the only blank space being reserved for a large bulletin board. His desk is towards the back of the room, placed such so that it hides the old mattress behind it. It’s hard to afford a place like this, and the strain of expenses can be seen in the coat with many a patched bullet hole, and the 2 days old Rosharan takeout sitting on the desk. The private eye needs a case, and soon. As he looks over various police reports and files, hoping to find a case hidden in there, the only emotion that fills his mind is despair. The chorus of screams in his head may in reality be only a low whine, but that is often when they are the most loud. He picks up the last file, examining it. It’s recent, only a few days old, and it says something about how a man has been broken out of the State Penitentary. He puts it down quickly, its clear that those responsible would be caught soon. Itsonly as he stood up to grab the remainder of the takeout that he sees something that catches his eye. The identity of the man who was freed. Ace had worked on that case, back when he was still in the force. Even for as experienced as he had been with horrible sights, the crime scenes that that serial killer had created had been shockingly terrible. To think that such a man was free. Ace starts, then quickly stands, pushing aside the rest of the files, picking up the one about the crime, and stepping over the remains of previous meals to get to the bulletin board. He pins it in the center, then goes back to files, pouring over them now with a different purpose, as he knows what his case is. He’s looking for mentions of one man, and one man only. James Myriad

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A constable ran in. "Is Ace Tawson present?"

 

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The barkeep gave a nod, then gestured to the stairs. “Second door”

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The constable ran up those stairs nearly falling. He regained composure and continued on his way. He knocked on the second door and waited. 

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“Come in” a low guttural voice emanates from the door.

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Bellatrix smiled, entering the room. She grabbed a drink from a table while the owner's back was turned, and reclined in a seat, drinking.

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AAAAYYYY THERE'S MY CRAZY GIRL!

 

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Sure Ax. Why not.

 

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Radyn shoved both of the doors open and strode in. His white cloak billowed behind him as he made his way over to Belatrixs, whom he recognized.

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Bellatrix waved at the man approaching.

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Radyn pulled a chair out from the table and plopped down. He reached inside one of his metalmind tattos for the tequila he had gulped down earlier and slowly drew it out, savoring the flavor.

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The constable entered. "Sir? There seems to be a case of mass murder on Lord Visture's estate. 40 bodies were found. 12 hazekillers, 22 mistings and 3 mistborn from investigation. We think it may have been Lord Idos in some manner who broke out James Myriad. Here are the files."

The constable held out a think file. 

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Ace watched the constable enter. He was in a hurry, breathing hard. Not a good sign.

Sir? There seems to be a case of mass murder on Lord Visture's estate. 40 bodies were found. 12 hazekillers, 22 mistings and 3 mistborn from investigation. We think it may have been Lord Idos in some manner who broke out James Myriad. Here are the files." The constable said, gesturing out with the files. Ace stood up from his desk and grabbed them from the man, then grabbed his holster and coat. He walked quickly out the door, still carrying the file, calling begin him,

“You coming officer? All the real detective happens at the scene of the crime.”

@Lord Meeker

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Do you want to make a new thread, or just use this one?

 

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Let's move it to the Hunt for Jackal. Myriad will appear there as well as other places.

The constable nodded. Then walked to the door hurrying after the private eye. He snatched the closing door and pulled it wide and walked through.

The man was joined by three other people, not including the other who had accompanied him in his visit to the private eye. Interestingly enough, the private eye had walked through three of them on his way out.

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