[center][h2][color=red]Sheffield Dusk[/color][/h2][/center]

[i]Mentioned: [@Lotrix Molick] and [@soph].[/i]

[hider=Sheffield’s Kawasaki Ninja][img]https://i.imgur.com/klzGH1h.jpg[/img][/hider]

A motorcycle, mostly black with red streaks throughout its sleek frame, rushed down the roads of Azure City, narrowly breaking the city’s laws on speed limits. Its rider was a person of a noticeably small stature, wearing a black field jacket with brown stripes, dark brown gloves that made next to no wrinkles gripping the handles, grey sweatpants and sneakers staying one with the frame. Their uniform black helmet kept their face hidden.

The motorcycle zipped through cars over cars stuck in today’s rush hour, now that one road was being cleaned up from yesterday’s gunfight just an hour ago. It was totally unrelated to the Azure Park incident; just some heavily armed bank robbers tried to escape and ran into several vigilant policemen. The immediate aftermath of the incident had created a couple of opportunities for crimes to take place, but quickly died down within a span of a day.

This race through the streets was about one of those crimes. They quickly made a turn around a corner and into a dank alleyway, startling a cat and some beggars. But amongst the localized mess of mystery puddles and abandoned boxes was the runner, a man wearing a red balaclava with a duffel bag in one arm, looking over his shoulder.

The man doubled his speed. The chase was still on, but not through this alleyway. The rider turned left and steered their way through another one of the city’s darker paths. It was a classic escape through a confusing maze, but it was pointless when the rider could cut off its frightened rat by the exit.

This was how they caught the runner: by driving towards the predicted exit, one that led to a little dock next to a bridge hanging over a small, slightly gooey river, only to ram into them.

As the runner went down rolling into a garbage bin, the rider quickly nudged the sidestand down with one leg, ensuring their vehicle would not tip over. Then they took off their helmet, letting brown locks that faded to a burning red sway.

[color=red]“What a drive...”[/color] Sheffield muttered. It had been a while since his last chase, but it was not like the runner even had a power to outdistance him.

The biker jogged over to the runner, looking dazed but otherwise fine. The bag itself, reported to be full of dough, was scuffed up against a brick wall of the building next to the young man. Without further ado, Sheffield slipped an arm around the man’s neck and squeezed. The runner was frantically flailing around for air before going limp.

[color=red]“...the package is secure,”[/color] Sheffield was reporting with his flip phone. [color=red]“I’ll return it after I complete a few more requests. Sure... okay, I’ll wait.”[/color]

He looked away from his phone and up into the sky as the mission handler he was reporting to cut off the line. The bag full of dough was at his feet, but he was told it was ‘special’ dough for some reason. How do you make valuable paper special?

Sheffield took out a notebook, small, red and compact. He flipped to a page, containing information based on his research, now with government-issued pages on notable people. Right now he looked at a girl who looked like... a certain kid-like vampire.

Mutants tended to look like someone out of somewhere totally fantastical. Aeira Ketsueki, The Scarlet Devil that wrecked havoc among bad guys at night, although apparently runaway child too. She was far from high on the MSU’s list of person of interests, but this girl was seen at the festival, hopping from head to head of people and causing mass headaches. Sheffield was to look for her and ascertain whether she was involved in the massacre.

In truth, this search was more of a middle priority given the loads of things Azure City has to do, which boasted around nine thousand mutant souls and was rampant with shady underworld dealings. This mission is related to the attack, a high-priority investigation, but apparently there were other leads.

Sheffield shook his head. Governmental bodies preferred to trust themselves. When was the last time they found a shapeshifter within their ranks or became a target of villains all around? And the maybe-vigilante had better things to do: see if Nari was alright, check on Mr. Tusk who was hospitalized, look up on Wyldsine’s requests... Well, not as important on a city-wide level, but they were important enough for his future in the city.

He sat on the runner’s back, whose face stayed flat on the floor, and aimlessly [url=https://youtu.be/B_iz6M2cUwI]whisper-sang[/url]. He felt silly for swaying like one of those wind chimes on a breezy day too, but he was bored.