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[Color=DCDCDC][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Bludhaven // USA:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 16[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 2:06 AM // Green Line Docks// It Always Goes Deeper [/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

Ghost woke with a flash to the sound of at least 4 police cars pulling up to the warehouse.... [i]shit[/i] she thought. She tried to lift herself upright, and quickly almost passed out again... she hoped it wasn't a concussion - but she needed to move NOW. Gritting her teeth, she moved up to the upper floor again, her flying clumsy, before collapsing again under cover in the upper area. Parts of it looked quite unsafe, and it was clearly unused, so she hoped they wouldn't send anyone up there while she nursed her wounds. The cops entered, guns drawn and holding flashlights, a few audible gasps as the stockpile of weapons came into their view. 

"Carl, check the top floor. It looks abandoned, but you can never be sure"

[color=00746b]"copy"[/color]

Well. shit. Just one though... She could work with that. He walked slowly through the area, checking every corner - she could tell by the beam of light flashing over one way, then to the right, then back again to the left. She steeled her mind as he approached her position, forcing his mouth shut and gun arm straight up as he turned to face her. 

Still lying on the ground and speaking in a soft, low whisper, [Color=DCDCDC]"Only the criminals and corrupt of this city fear me - you need not if you are honest. I am the Ghost of Bludhaven, and you would do well to heed my word. The ringleader of this little operation was a man in garish green with a fiddle. Watch the Melville Park concert carefully, and be aware that he is active here now. Speak of my existence here and you will regret it."[/color] She released him and watched intently as he considered his options, and then slowly moved on with his patrol, and later back downstairs.

[color=00746b]"clear"[/color]

Ghost allowed herself a small sigh of relief. She also didn't appear to have a concussion, just a zinging headache, which was nice. She watched as the cops cuffed the gunmen and led them off - she was sure they'd see little of the cell, but fear of her was a far greater enforcement tool. eventually they left the premises, and she was able to leave from whence she came. The rest of her patrol could wait - she had an investigation to do. 

[Color=DCDCDC][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Bludhaven // USA:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 15[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 2:47 AM // Saalima's Apartment (Near Blue Line North, Second Stop) // It Always Goes Deeper [/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

Saalima was again grateful that she had managed to land an apartment that was cheap enough to live in without a roommate - realistically hiding her alternate identity would have been next to impossible in the long run, but it also helped that she could do things like grabbing 
an ice pack out of her freezer at 3 in the morning without someone questioning why she was making so much noise - or why she had bruise marks all over her head and shoulders. Lowering herself into her desk chair, she pulled out her paper notes and started her computer. She began to consider the case as a whole. It was clear based on what she heard that this was bigger than just this violinist. His goals could be important to figuring everything out though, so she'd start there. Attack on a concert implied two things right off the bat - he was snubbed by a band pre-concert, or he was going over the details of the distraction to the real plan. These didn't have to be mutually exclusive... She looked through the set list for the park concert, and then started cross-referencing the bands that had violinists or fiddlers - 3 - with any articles or other sources of news (band websites, youtube pages, bandcamp accounts, weird internet music forums) within the past year or so. It took her a while, and she managed to find one Jamari Rivers, violinist for one of the bands who had left it 6 months ago to pursue his education at Rutgers University. It was an incredibly weak link, especially since he was still living in that city (confirmed, since he showed up as a club member), and also didn't look at all like the man she had fought, so she doubted it significantly. 

Okay, so that's out the window. This left him as a distraction as the obvious deal. Desmond was in jail right now on tax evasion - he'd be out by the end of the year, but he was still a bit more limited in his abilities to act than usual, and besides, his level of crime generally didn't involve derelict warehouses full of guns that could easily be found by wandering do-gooders - and he had never really associated with other supervillains anyway. so it was likely that someone else was up to something. 

With Desmond in jail, it opened up opportunities for others to try and get in on the local market. Who though? Could be any number of the nutheads that run around in Gotham - but why would they bother coming over here? They never really did when there was no one patroling this city, why would they start now that Batman had [i]left[/i] their city, and she was here? She supposed they could still be trying out using this city as a base or something: it wasn't outside the realm of possibility, but there were others who could be up to something... She'd do more after some sleep. She had some friends that needed to be visited.