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After the scuffle with the goons, Calvin had wandered the entirety of the slums, getting his plenty share of strange looks from locals. Was it the fact that he was obviously not from around here? Or maybe the fact that he was dressed for a blizzard in the antartic. For the fifteenth time, Calvin's stomach let out a powerful rumble. After walking around for almost an hour and not being able to find the tournament, or even where he could eat, Calvin accepted that he was totally lost.

Rounding a corner, he saw two cops, one writing down on a notepad and the other eating a sandwich, which he quickly put away. Calvin perked up; Obviously they would know where the tournament was, and maybe where he could finally get some food. He walked his way over to them and waved. 

[color=LightSkyBlue]"Sorry officers, could you help me? I think I might be a little lost."[/color]

The officer stopped writing and looked up, the officer eating the sandwhich spit whatever he was currently chewing on the ground. Calvin paid no mind. [color=D3D3D3]"Sure, uh... How can we help you?"[/color]

[color=LightSkyBlue]"Sorry, my name's Calvin, and I'm trying to find a uh... Fighting Tournament?"[/color]

The officer flipped to a new page and began writing, suddenly pausing himself as he looked wide-eyed back at his obese partner, who shared the same expression. [color=D3D3D3]"Oh! Uh... Give us a moment, sir."[/color] The police walked behind the corner, and after fevered whispering, came back around. 

[color=D3D3D3]"Sorry, sir. Of course we can help you! You must be talking about the Brazil Fighting Cup, right?"[/color]

Calvin rubbed his scarfed chin, trying to recollect the exact moment he learned of the tournament. 

[color=LightSkyBlue]"Pretty sure that's right"[/color], Calvin guessed.

The officers chuckled amongst themselves, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. [color=D3D3D3]"Here, just slip these on. Alot of people in these slums dislike foreigners, so with these they'll think we're arresting you. Trust us, we wouldn't do this if we didn't have any past experiences."[/color]

They slipped the handcuffs around Calvin's wrists, and started walking him. As they walked, Calvin saw a man with blonde hair wearing a white coat and carrying a satchel dash through the street. He wondered which person here had enough money to have a doctor sprint through the streets at 2 in the morning.