[center][color=ed1c24][b]The Black[/b][/color][/center]
The Black strolled the night covered streets with his scouts. His son Eric wasn't with the group, but had been waiting by the hospital to see new points of entry. Moments of opportunity. One apparently had sprung up as Eric came running up to his father.

"What is it?"

"They brought in a girl, severely wounded."

"How bad?"

"Looked like she was beaten almost to death. Never seen anything like that except in Alaska."

A menacing grin graced The Black's face. "She's here. It has to be her. Without guidance, without control, and without any support… She's bound to lose control in fear. I think it's time I've revisited that hospital." While they stood by an alleyway, a police cruiser sat parked. An officer placed a bag of fast food on the car, holding his walkie talkie. 

"Disturbance around the bar by the dump?" He sighed, irritated. "Alright, I'll check it out."

But he wouldn't. Kane appeared behind the officer, and when he saw The Black's reflection in the window of his cruiser it was too late. A pair of strong hands grasped onto his head. Seconds later, a sickening snap as the officer crumpled to the ground. Never to be getting up again. "This requires a more finesse touch."

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Strolling down the hallway of the hospital, The Black went uninterrupted. Not bothered as the nurses and doctors greeted him or said hello. Police cap on his head, firearm in the holster. Full uniform. He already asked the front desk to see Anton, to see the others who knew her so he could ask questions about a crime scene. That was the story, and not many people questioned the police especially the golden eyed man who could cast one single glance to silence anyone.

The Black opened the door to Anton's room, and saw Kalib as well.

"Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt you, it's just I've had certain reports among other things about tonight. Is she okay to speak? I have a few questions and I'll be on my way." The Black played his role. Trying to keep them off edge and pulling back the intimidation of his presence. But, there was no way to hide the stench of blood forever etched on his soul.