Dorian stumbled as a new world swept up appearing around him. The sudden change in location stirring his alchemic senses and leaving him weak in the stomach and legs. 
Finding a nearby wall he firmly acquainted himself with it, slowly regaining his bearings as the others moved on.

His mood was a foul one. Despite the pleasant speed of the trip he still found it overall unpleasant. To his denial the reason was not the short sickness it left him with but more so having to rely on and be at the mercy of another's powers. His trust was short and ego quite large. He hated to rely on others.

Further more, he was expected to pick up on another's failed research. The logical place to start would be the estate that now lies in ruins. He had little belief or faith that no substantial evidence could be found. Such a statement Only furthered his doubts of others competence in the organisation. But this was just another of his many social flaws, unless done or witnessed by himself it was never to be truly done properly. He held an unnatural assumption that everyone that was not himself was flawed and lazy. 

Lastly the leniency of his own organisation. A bloodline stood near complete decimation. Now was the time to assert dominance and fear. Yet some of their best troops fumbled blindly around the Venetian labyrinth. He couldn't believe he was sent to babysit. Luckily he was not alone in this endeavour and someone else could deal with the conversations.

[hr]A few minutes later[hr]

[i]"Ahh."[/i] Dorian muses, now outside and taking in a deep breath of air while looking around in awe. For him it was good to be back in the streets of Venice once again. The atmosphere brought an excitement and energy to the core of the mans very bones as he drank in the friendly sights, sounds and smells from all around. He couldn't help but feel a revitalising sense of nostalgia that only a place of such intricate architecture, rich history, winding clandestine canals and prominent grand statues could give him. It's safe to say his previous mood almost instantly vanished as he gazed off over the canal bridge.

In Venice nearly everything and everyone existed twice, with the teal coloured waters holding a reflective copy of all that was above it. And the people! 
The Venetians seemed to be people not bound by general meaningless conventions, this and the natural beautiful muse that was their city gave them a sort of freedom in their arts, crafts and performances. They were not followers and instead sought their own path. This is where and why they had Dorian's respect. 

While it has been known by many names, mainly the city on the water. For Dorian it would always be the city of masks. He longed to drift through the streets as the town came alive with performing arts, elaborate costumes and wild personas of the masquerade carnival.

If only they were here for that long. 

Pulling out his data pad he adjusted his settings to his new location, bringing up a map and locking in a few places of personal interest. Then without word or reply to the others Dorian eagerly made his way into the busy streets.
After a short self-serving walk and a test of self control as he passed a quaint little high end leather shoe shop, Dorian then turned his attention to the task. 

So the Pallidinos were not completely cooperative. Fear made people stupid. Anya was not cooperating, youth made people stupid. The best thing for every party at this moment would be to hasten the AMRO's search. Undoubtedly the Pallidinos already knew more than the AMRO. Dorian felt like he was missing some key information. Perhaps they all were.
The Pallidinos could be the culprits, Dorian wasn't ruling anyone out yet, not even other members of the AMRO. Right now with his limited information that was the only explination as to why they didn't already know more. Why they were chasing their tails instead of dealing out justice. 

Either way there must be another party searching for this girl. The information she held was critical. Dorian found a quiet spot and playing on his data-pad began digging deep. He didn't attempt to search for someone hidden but for those that did. Calling in help from the base tech department he searched her details across all facial algorithm software to see if it had been entered. He checked if anyone had recently done a full security camera system override or left traces of access. 
He looked up key words he would use to find her and ran a comparative analysis seeking similar search patterns.

He checked to see if anyone had checked on her records, social media access, financial accounts, phone history. What he couldn't do himself he would demand of the AMRO's techs or even utilise some of his more costly and shady contacts. Calling in favours if need be.