[@Master Crim] [@bluetommy2]

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[color=a2d39c][h2]Dr. Malacoda Zatanna[/h2][/color]

[h3]Malacoda Penthouse. Gotham[/h3]

Before the other could answer his question - Malacoda could feel a slight vibration from his breast pocket. He looked down, his brows raising while two small frown lines formed next to his mouth, making the grimace all the more pronounced. He held up a hand, politely showing that he needed a moment, before he took out the phone, opening the message with an elegant tap of his finger. Few people called him ever... and even less now that the few people he almost liked seemingly up and went.

A secret auction... Chris rarely sent him messages, and when he did - he made sure to include a list of items he thought Malacoda would be interested in. The location seemed off as well -  He closed his eyes and tried to recall the coordinates. They were not in any major city currently holding anything he might want. To say his interest was peaked was a bit of an understatement. 

    [color=a2d39c][b] "While I would love to stay and chat - it seems that..."[/b][/color] He felt an irregular pattern cross the threshold of his home. One would normally associate this with a... scrambling device? His head quickly flicked to the radio in the corner of the room, and with a flick of his wrist the thing went on.

[b]"..................Penitentiary: Killers, thieves, and general scum. Here is the game... There are bombs in all three areas, and each one will go up in flames in... 1 hour. Complete this game, and we will talk again soon, don't and... that will be your problem.........."[/b]

His still outstretched hand pointed at the radio, and twirled in a counter clockwise direction - a gravely sound was heard before - [b]"..................These areas symbolize three very different aspects of our society. Uptown Central: Wealth, influence, and business. Midtown West: Criminal shadow fronts, mobs, and gangs. Pe.........." [/b]

He snapped his fingers again and the radio went quiet. He looked at the cloth wrapped man, as he put his phone back into his breast pocket. Before he could go to that, he needed to calm this shitstorm before it broke. [color=a2d39c][b]"I have a bit of a treasure hunt to go on... care to come along?"[/b][/color] With his left hand he snapped his fingers and his umbrella flew over. with his right he snapped and a small onyx dog statue flew over from one of his shelves - quickly turning into a very large, pitch black Great Dane - which walked over and sat next to Malacoda. Still looking at the seated man, he twirled his umbrella and a portal opened Uptown. If he was going to save anyone, he was going to start with the people worth saving. He reasoned that the people in the more criminal areas would make their own investigations anyway.