Places thieves would hide... not underground...
He couldn't think so jumped down, into the crowd.
A memory flashed.
Hellbent breathes heavily, shardblade in hand. A demonic look is in his eyes. "Thieves. I will kill him, the scum."
He slashes a dog in half. First letting it's eyes burn, then bringing it back up and through.
Thieves hide where people are. Crowds... and bars.
Anthony grins. Getting drunk on his first mission? Hell yeah.
He went to the nearest pub, and got a drink. When she wasn't there, he went to the next.
Within an hour, he was thoroughly drunk. And finally saw her.
"He-hey. You remind me of someone." He tried to pat her cheek, but his hand slipped, grabbing her chest. That cleared his mind.
Somewhat.
He moved back up, blushing. "You are under arrest." He moved forward. Then threw up. And collapsed on the floor.
@Sherlock Holmes