Nov 1, 2017 - Serpent's Lair - 1:13 PM

Sol raises a glass for Benril. Man was a useful garbage fire but that's no reason to be disrespectful of the dead. After slugging the booze back he rises to his feet, entirely too steady, the high is wearing off. Only one tab left of the last batch of medicine. Well now, seeing as Benny boy had the good taste to die close by... Sol walks over to the body just as soon as Vito takes off. That Vito is a decent enough detective but there is useful evidence left. Useful for a man who is looking for a fix anyway. Rummaging through Benrils pockets Sol comes up with a small key, one made for a pad lock, knowing where the dead dealers stash is has solved one problem today. Glancing around and deciding to cover the action, not that anyone gives a shit, he says, [color=CD5C5C]"Just collecting some evidence, nothing to see here."[/color] Glancing over at Drake Sol winks and heads for the door.

Tucking the key into his jacket and taking a long drag from his fresh cigar Sol allows himself a little smile. Today is shaping up pretty good. Now if any of Benrils little runners get in his way a good scrape will make the rest of the day a gas. Feeling so good, Sol even considers doing some real detective work. Might even see if ol' Vito needs any help. 

Nov 1, 2017 - Benrils Home Address - 1:45 PM

Heading off into the slums checking his piece the cannon is loaded and ready to roar. He hardly ever needs the gun. Most people don't stand toe to toe with the hulking detective. Not for long anyway. Ah, here we are Shithole Street Hovel #2, chuckling to himself Sol drops the other tab of acid onto his tongue and rolls his neck. The bone crunching pop that emits itself is satisfying. Looking across the street as the world starts to seep in a cacophony of color and swirling art. Sol builds up a head of steam and charges across the street straight for the front of the building.

Crashing through the front door.. and wall. Flying debris has stunned a runty little punk trying to get into Benris stash. Judging by the groaning he has landed on the mans accomplice also. Brushing a chunk of wood off his coat Sol drags the cigar out of his mouth and grabs the front of the thugs shirt,[color=CD5C5C]"Kick rocks shitheel, before I give you the [i]hard goodbye[/i]."[/color] The man nearly breaks himself scrambling out of what is left of the building. Pulling the key from his pocket and opening the lockbox, it really is such a lovely day to be alive.