[center][h3]Nero and V[/h3] [b]Location:[/b] RCPD, Dead Zone [@Archmage MC] [@ProPro] [@Dawnrider] [@Genon][/center] After a few seconds, everyone dispersed. Blazermate and Donnie went together toward the stairs leading to the second level, in the direction of the infected quarantine. V slunk off quietly, but Nero remained just long enough to give Ratchet an incredulous glance for his pronouncement about ghosts. “Well, we don't exactly deal with ghosts, either...” Still, if some thought their talents best used elsewhere, he couldn't really object. While V went west, Nero went east, leaving the three duos still in the main hall to go about whatever business they deemed best. The survivors nearby received Jak's words of encouragement with weary, halfhearted appreciation, and watched as he smashed a spirit against his morph gun. [hider=For Jak][center]You have Acquired: [b]Catchet Speargun[/b] A Morph Gun mode that constructs a high-power circular pneumatic launching device, vaguely resembling a crossbow, with an engine beneath that converts yellow eco to golden drill-tipped spikes. The spikes can be launched normally via hyper-compressed air, dealing a not-insignificant amount of puncture damage, but they can also be spun up before hand for remarkable penetrative strength.[/center][/hider] The last fighter into the RCPD, Gene, had meanwhile reunited with the hatchet-wielding lady from the roof, and the two disappeared into a side room in a heated debate. [hr] About twenty minutes later, everyone rendezvoused in the main hall. Nobody could avoid noticing that something was amiss with the lights; power fluctuations had begun to occur, and the air had gotten warm and humid. Fresh from the makeshift medibay, the Observation Room on the first floor east side, Donnie presented his findings to Blazermate, Captain Howard, and anyone else in earshot. While he spoke, Nero came through the west side door to the reception room, a bundle of papers in his hand. After sidling up he listened to the remainder of the explanation, and once it concluded, cut it with his own report. “Might not need to,” he interjected. “Found this in the Records Room. Listen.” Holding it up, he read aloud for his companions. “Illegal race ends with a steel bar through an eye. At 2 AM tonight, Yasothorn police force was chasing illegal racers through Yasothorn highway. The capture took place with some had fled the scene.” He swallowed, shaking his head. Evidently, the grammatical errors were part of the material. “One of those is Mr. Pichai Manapaiboon, who ended up with a steel bar piercing his left eye through a skull when crashing into a truck. Mr. Pichai or Tae was the main suspect in many motorcycle theft cases and the police are gathering all the crucial evidence...blah, blah, blah. Point is, it sounds like the sort of violent death that might cause a ghost.” Suddenly aware that everyone was looking at him, he glanced around with a stern expression before adding, “I don't know much about karma, but if this guy hurt his family, he's prime ghost material according to the radio. Right?” Not normally one to talk so much, he looked around for confirmation. Louis and Ms Fortune, having been listening closely, nodded at the same time. “That follows,” the Revenant confirmed. “Still, it leaves us without any concrete information about to how to stop this apparition.” “We'll just have to turn the place upside-down,” his Feral friend suggested. “And fast. Whatever this thing is, it's coming soon. Fur-st stop, the library.” “I'll go down to the garage,” Louis declared, apparently unconcerned by the danger that entailed. “We cannot afford to leave any stone unturned.” Captain Howard chimed in after that. “Interrogation, break room, east and west storage, dark room, operations, safety deposite, chief's office, and private collection rooms need checking to. I've got to stay here, but you...” He pointed at Leon. “And you.” An extended finger indicated Lucatiel. “Take a look around.” Howard waved at the newcomers. “And you all can take your pick. We need to get this dealt with before the next wave comes.”