Well. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell had even a bit more new information. The light of the orange dissipated as the final blow against him was made. Fyodor clutched onto the card he drew last for a few seconds before returning back into the deck compartment of his duel disk. 

There was no time for dawdling now. Konstantinovich had a more important mission to go on now. Wandering away, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell knew that he had a case to solve. For only he would have the necessary skills of monologuing, fist-fighting and intimidation skills, knowledge of the shady hangouts - well maybe not in Japan - and he knew he worked alone. And since no one [i]died[/i] from the brick throw, it needed to be returned to him. 

It was time for Fyodor to accept the case 'Discovery of the Damned Brick.' With that in mind The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell thought back to the initial explanation he was given. The brick was supposedly picked by [i]someone else[/i]. The road he threw it on wasn't urbanized. It was a rural spot, nothing but farms.

Chances were that it was someone on the bus who nabbed his brick. There was a whole pool of suspects and places it could've went. He needed to find a dossier about the bus records.

Fyodor strode off in search for the bus garage while in the back of his mind thinking about if this had any decent cigarettes.