Claes walked quickly down the sidewalk, his cup of coffee leaving a distinct trail of steam in the cool evening air. Red and blue lights ahead as he fished his phone out of his pocket and answered it one handed after checking the caller info.

"Tja! On my way, I caught the call on my scanner. I'll visit the scene first and see you in a moment."

He cut the call and dropped it into his pocket again, taking a last sip of his coffee before setting the cup onto the hood of a police car. Fishing his credentials out of his pocket, Claes flashed them to an officer and ducked under the cordon. There was precious little to see and he left again, grabbing his coffee and fishing out his phone again. He made the calls at he walked, barely allowing a word in with the exception of an acknowledgement before moving to the next on the list. As the last task force member was contacted he walking into the coffee shop, dumping his now empty cup of brew into the trash and nearly tossing himself into the seat across from Max.