The city block looked like any other block, at least if you only took a moment to gaze at it before hurrying on thanks to that terror inducing sensation that started at the base of your skull and shot down all the way to your neck like when a high school bully whose nose was touching yours while one hand flexed over your windpipe and the other held something a lot more sensitive to damage below your waist: sure there wasn't exactly violence going on, but that didn't mean it wasn't lurking around the corner, juggling knives, and just waiting for someone to take a wrong turn.  As it stood fifteen wardens had gone into the block looking for the source of the fear inducing aura and none have come out.  In fact, nothing had come out, aside from the occasional red court vampire in a human disguise.  If you spent enough time watching the place you'd realize that birds didn't even fly over the area above it.  If there was a big flock heading in its direction they just parted like water going around a stone or people in a rich part of town avoiding a corner filled with beggars.  

In a room with a view, at least on a few blocks away from the building in question, a lone warden sat on a chair with cold cup of tea on the arm rest.  In his hand was a letter explaining to him what he, and the others that should be arriving shortly, were supposed to do: investigate the building at the center of the area, and neutralize any red court activity.  "This is a bad idea."  He said folding his arms and crossing his legs.  "Going in blind is what got the others killed and its going to get us killed.  Sending more and more people in at a time isn't going to change the fact that we lack any sort of in-tell, aside from the knowledge that red court vampires seem to be doing fine there."  He turned and looked back at the door, hoping someone would show up soon so he'd have an ear to complain to.