Emmett took another sip of his beer and spectated Noah and Kita as they investigated the body. In Emmett eyes Naoh looked like he belonged to the agency but he knew Naoh loved being a mercenary. When Kita said she thinks he's dead Emmett laughed saying, "no shit Sherlock" He stood up and teleported on top of the bed. Emmett was clearly drunk. The man was only in his boxers when he died. He must of had the time of his life before it all got fucked up within seconds. "Lucky bastered." Emmett laughed wobbling in the bed a little. He attempted to get off the bed but slipped and fell. A loud "BANG" ranged through the room." Ah Fuck!" He shouted as he lifted his head off the floor. Emmett stood shakingly and sat back on the bed. ".....Why are we even here? This like the hundreth time she attacked someone and got away." Emmett's phone began to ring and he looked at the message that was mailed to him. "There was another puddle of blood found in Arrowhead Park." Emmett laid across the bottom of the bed. "I need to get laid quick." He said half heartedly. Emmett knew he couldn't talk girls unless he was drunk. Kita was his drinking buddy so that's mainly why he could talk to her without any problems.