[center][h2][b]Just Four Guys[/b][/h2]
[i]Remains of the Golden Shangri-La Hotel's Penthouse, High-Rise District[/i]
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The barrage of gunfire that had devastated part of a hotel had been nothing if not noticeable. It was only reasonable, then, that these four men who had been in the general vicinity and had heard such noises, had come to visit. 

While they were all thoroughly middle-aged by now, they had been daredevils in their youth. Perhaps this was the result of those childish impulses rearing their heads once again. It seemed odd, though. After all, they had reached the ruined penthouse with little to no difficulty, and were now examining the premises as if searching for something. One dragged a finger across the charred floor, unknowingly grazing the line of where a magic circle had once been. One peered out of a shattered window, the sound of police sirens echoing through the streets below. The other two seemed to be conversing with one another, like amateur detectives trying to reach some conclusion about what had happened here.

"What could have done this? It seems like gunfire, but why would someone do that to destroy a hotel room?"

"There aren't any traces of blood, either. It's very odd. You'd think there'd be some traces of injury around."

"Did you hear? There was some sort of accident at a McDonalds, a building exploded."

"Crazy. The times really are moving too fast for us."

"Oh, the tap still works! Who wants a glass of water? Running up here left me parched."

"Drinking glasses survived whatever happened here?"

"I'm not sure drinking out of anything you find here is entirely safe, but sure."

The four men chattered and searched away, fully aware that they'd probably be kicked out of the room by law enforcement at any moment now. For now, though, they seemed to be having a grand old time playing detective.