[color=f7941d][h2]Douglas Song[/h2][/color][color=f7941d][h3]News 41 Broadcast Station - Alleyways[/h3][/color]
The wait, just as the pursuit, proved all the worthwhile as a figure drifted so faintly to the window of the broadcast station. So they [i]did[/i] manage to get inside, Song noted, but it was not long before the silhouette utterly vanished; apportation, perhaps some form of invisibility or phasing too. It had the man cross his arms, sleeves riding to his chest as his head canted to one side, pondering the events he bore witness to. At least his intuition was as keen as it ever had been, which only raised the question now of what to do with it; obviously their activity was criminal, trespassing, breaking and entering, probably some form of petty theft, but that wasn't the problem at its core, it was how to do something about it.

Walking across the street casually, the black clad figure maneuvered about with as little haste as he displayed before, happening to come upon an alleyway. As it were, his sense of direction was about right; the two men seemed to favor the side streets and anything that kept them out of the open. Not an unreasonable tactic if one was attempting to be somewhat subtle as they had been, although the running betrayed their activity. So by the time Song came down that same path, illuminated by the licking flames of the barrel fire, he soon noted the stoop people and vagrants minimally milling about.

Standing just between the two buildings that led down this way, the sense something was odd or off became more evident; people slunk off into alcoves, others down narrowed paths, some back into huddling among themselves, and then of course back to the warmth of the fire. Song adjusted his hood more and looked back toward the ground. Someone, rather two someones, had shunted these people back to their lives with a newfound sense of aimlessness, more than there already was. Walking past the drifters, turning a shoulder now and again to avoid a collision here and there despite not so much as laying eyes on them, the third hood kept on his way; just as he imagined, they ignored him for reasons inexplicable.

There was a novelty to the experience and it made the man's tailing of the duo easier, though things took an odd turn.

Some ways deeper down the narrow street, one made ever so faintly claustrophobic by the looming buildings, did their follower come upon a figure slumped on his side, seizing and convulsing, one who no less closely resembled a member of the two seen earlier. There wasn't much hesitation in Song, in fact none at all, as he then drew closer to the man and went to crouch beside him, reaching a hand out...

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