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To think he had only left town for a little over a week to check on business back home. Well, what was his home in place of his childhood homeland, with Morocco. He apparently had to go to the hospital and was kept overnight. While Sam had faith that he’d be alright, instinct prompted him to go check anyway. Thus, he took time off from both of his jobs, prompting HERO only to call if an absolute emergency. The man was fine, with minor fainting spells that were ‘blown out of proportion’. One thing was for sure, Morocco hadn’t changed since he moved out, even chastising him for pausing his life to come.

It was only a day ago though, he was watching the news and caught wind of what happened in Castleburg. It was unnerving for one of the first faces he saw to belong to Seraph, as when he had left, the Wings of Law had been discharged by the Director for their treachery. However, this seemed to be a continuation of an investigation by some organization he was involved with, named the ‘EAGLES’. The way they were spoken of was as if they were acting in the place of HERO. 

They were seemed to have a mass murder on their hands, taking place in Club 27 which was in posession of the Wings. The face and name wanted for those murders, caught Samson in disbelief. The young one, Patricia, was the proposed perpetrator plastered with such a crime. None of this sat right in Sam’s gut, and Morocco knew it well. He essentially ordered Sam to get back there and do some of his own digging.

So, that was what he did. Something about the murders taking place in the Wings of Law’s own club, after having been discharged from HERO, was already off-putting. Then along with that to fall to Patricia, given her lineage, seemed to be a little too convenient to Seraph’s vendetta. What was more, how would she be able to murder all of those people, in the club owned by superhumans, and manage to evade capture?

Sam didn’t believe it, more so suspecting some sort of false incrimination or an entrapment. However, due to his absence, he could not confirm or deny any of this without going to the site himself to go over clues. 

Thus, Kanati’s arms were crossed atop a rooftop, as the hunter had become accustomed when in the urban jungle. His eyes were on the club itself, studying and listening to the police officers present. He was debating how to approach the situation. Whether it would be wise to go down and talk to the officers about allowing him to go look. Though, with this EAGLES situation, he wasn’t sure as to what his HERO status was.

They were apparently on the lookout for Patricia and any associated with her, likely to be questioned about her whereabouts. Although having spent time around her in the past with the group, he wasn’t a particularly close friend. However, the nostalgia from Patricia’s doppelganger that lived in Sam’s memory obligated him to do something.

That was when he caught a familiar scent, as well as the sound of displaced air. Walking to the edge of the built structure just short of a skyscraper, he could see three bodies in the alleyway. The smell belonged to the one in question, and the others it took him a moment to identify. The sound was highly reminiscent of Bypass’ portals, which would explain their sudden appearance without his awareness earlier.

One was the recruit that was kidnapped with them when he was last here; Alpha was his name. Also likely K-Nine as referenced by the officers a moment ago. The fact that he was here with the girl, opposed to being with the policemen was an omen that things weren’t as they seemed. The other face he couldn’t quite identify by name, though he was giving the benefit of the doubt. 

While she spoke, it was clear that she was trying to gain access to the crime scene as well. It may have been wiser to wait to see what they were trying to go in for, considering Sam did not know the facts of the situation, instinct drove him to movement. Taking notice of a fire escape on the opposite end of the alley, out of direct eyeshot from the club, Samson stepped off the building’s edge. Clawing his fingers, he only lightly marked the brick of the wall on his way down as he held to it to stabilize his descent.

His landing was drastically slowed by a grip to one end of the fire escape’s bottom stairwell. Eyes narrowing some on the trio, he landed on the pavement, across from them in the alley. His expression was stoic and his arms slowly crossed, as he was studying how they’d react to his sudden arrival. 

That'd decide what should happen.