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[hr][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 2~Night[/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Cedarvale Apartment Complex in the Lobby-Entertainment District, Ominar 
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Casually a dark skinned woman, dressed in a black leather capris and lacy, loose tank, pushed the door open. She stepped into the lobby of Cedarvale’s Apartments despite knowing no one was around. Her thick soled boots clicked across the tile floor as she moved deeper in, her dark eyes moved about the scene for any signs of life. At first she didn’t see anyone causing her lips to smile in comfort. Gently she lowered herself into a crouching position and opened her large hand bag’s top. 

About six small rodents scampered out, then spread out to complete their preprogrammed task. Each vanished from sight quickly while she rose upright, pretending to have just arrived and wait patiently for additional information. In her wake, a week old [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2d/cd/61/2dcd6100c9780d51114193e1e8ec2277.jpg]cat[/url] skirted toward her. His half chewed ear rubbed against Afua’s leg then followed the motion with the rest of his bloated body. From an observer’s standpoint, he appeared to be over fed but on closer inspection they would noticed he was more overripe and seemed ready to spill out at any moment. Feeling the wiry fur brush against her leg, the necromancer lowered once again to pet the corpse affectionately.

As she casually looked towards the front entrance through the pane glass of the door, she could see 2 large black vehicles park in front of the building. Their headlights remained on, as the truck in front trembled as something huge disembarked from the back. It's massive figure slowly walking towards the entrance. The door opened, and a sudden thud made the undead cat turn and hiss in alarm. 

“Ow…” The massive wolf-like creature rubbed its head, grimacing. Clearly, it hit its head against the doorframe.

From what she could see though the now open door, the beast covered the entire doorframe and then some, as she could no longer see the street on the other side. Its black fur was pristine, glistening against the dull light of the lobby’s lights. It wore a t-shirt that was probably oversized by human standards, a 6XL, that fit the creature perfectly, with a custom made shoulder holster containing a large hand cannon under the beast’s left armpit.

“I take it, Mr. Crowley might be not much for subtlety?” Afua pointed to the large weapon in the Canine Licenti’s holster, placed on display for everyone to see and likely assume the worst. There was only three individuals that knew where Ms. Patel was: Darius, Mr. Cortes, and Mr. Crowley. It was very slim he was a local in the apartment because she seriously doubted he was stupid enough to forgot about the low door frame and the ledger’s last recorded new tenant was nearly a month ago, plenty of time to get use to it. Mr. Cortes wasn’t accustomed to hiring Licentia due to his racial views so he was the least likely. Darius wouldn’t have sent someone else unless she was made aware and with good reason, her phone silent since she arrived.

That left only one plausible option for the Shetani (demon).   

She casually rose upright and turned to face the werewolf, her cat still hissing in irritation at being startled. Her arms crossed over as she then added, “What are you here for?” 

The wolf squeezed himself through the door with some effort, he was far too big to just walk through, so he bent his head down and slid in right shoulder and head first. As the ceiling was reasonably high in the lobby, he could stand somewhat upright. Afua could only guess, but it seemed that his height was around 10 feet fully upright.

“If he wanted subtlety, he would have had Mr. Cortes removed by now.” Rubbing his scalp again, he paused on how to word his following sentence. “The men that have decided to get out of bed today and follow through with Mr. Cortes’ orders are to be taken away for interrogation, presented to Mr. Cain in person as a gesture of goodwill in account for an earlier encounter.” He almost dictated that from memory.

“Not without stepping on Darius’ paws,” Afua commented quietly. Darius did his best not to step on Mr. Crowley’s toes in the business district, through he could’ve easily used his connections and contract with Mr. Crowley to create an underground black market. It was something she had wondered about until the Fox told her it was out of respect and understanding that if he fucked with another’s territory, he should expect the same gesture in kind and he didn’t desire an internal war of the wills. 

“The gist of it is…” The wolf interrupted Afua’s thoughts. “He wants us to work together to bring those clowns back alive.”

She noted the mention of gesture for an earlier encounter, her eyebrow raised and a dark scowl crossed her expression, “Might you be telling me that Mr. Crowley is partly or fully [i]responsible[/i] for the baas’ condition?” 

“I don't really know the details about what happened down there, all I know is that he feels partly responsible for something.” The wolf replied, shrugging his shoulders. 

Afua inhaled, her feet kicked the floor a moment then placed her hands into her pockets, “There’s better ways to make up for an incident than gift wrapping thugs. Namely if Cortes’ hand is forced, him end up pulling his hand before the baas has any chance for damage control. In the underworld, that’s outright dangerous not to follow your own rules and expect others to, could create more issues than needed.” 

She ran her fingers through her dreadlocks a moment then added, “So you’ve got orders to capture them? I’ve been told to merely keep them from hurting a Ms. Vorobyova rather than stop them escaping. Mainly if they are captured, then Mr. Cortes assumes we’re onto his game and springs it early. This way, they can keep their cards hidden until we’re ready.” 

A tumbling was heard coming from upstairs, and the Wolf’s ears twitched, focusing on the sounds above. “It seems like they already started…” 

“Oh they started already,” Afua said, cryptically, as she eyed the roof area. Her eyes went completely white and hazed over the pupil, adding to her undead motif theme, “My little pet sees them in the kitchen. Ms. Vorobyova be trying to make the scene calmer and warn them off, but they aren’t quite buying it. Oooo, she be a shapeshifter like Mr. Cain too.” 

“They’re thugs. They aren’t going to calm down.” Rex replied casually as he drew his revolver.

Afua nodded in agreement, her hand raised out and warned him to pause, “Not yet. They haven’t touched her and Mr. Cain told me to make note of her actions.” 

The wolf grumbled. “Fine… I just wanna get this over with, I can’t leave my wife on her own…”

“Sounds you are insecure, through being a bielie I don’t see how-” Afua stopped mid sentence as her eyes widened and she abruptly took off up the stairs, her voice shouting back to Rex, “Come on!”