Matias's head hung up high, and the words "Oh thank god" hissed out of his mouth in a hushed whisper.

"He's been unconscious since I found him," he replied, tearing at the folder's seal perforation. "We're suspecting that he got ganged up on by a bunch of cops, but we're not totally sure."

Sitting about five feet away from him was a small end table which he eagerly used to lay out the folder's contents. The original notes were sealed away in labeled plastic, while the lab reports seemed free for the taking. The font was small and blocky, but at least it was legible.

"I told Midnight that we should make this our temporary base," he said, "because I'm worried about others getting injured from far away. We need everyone together at once, no more splitting up until absolutely necessary."