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Joel Beck 
[b]Location[/b]: Forming a reluctant alliance outside a mattress store
[b]Tags[/b]: Jack [/center]

Wraith exited the front of the mattress store. The rain had let up to a light drizzle now, but the night was still dark and moonless. A puddle splashed as he walked across the sidewalk towards Jack. They had worked, begrudgingly, together in the past. He didn't know much about the other man. The whole experience had reminded him why he preferred to work alone. But they were dealing with something new here, and perhaps he could use the backup. 

"Human trafficking is one thing, but the organ trade is a whole other beast. As far as I know, none of the eastside gangs have dabbled in body parts in the past. Something's wrong here." 

Wraith approached the bench where Jack sat and looked down at him. "I've got some new intel on a guy higher up on the food chain that these sacks of shit work for. If we find him, we find who they were planning to sell those shipments to."

He held his arms out in front of him and his suit disengaged from his form. Almost like a liquid, it pooled into his outstretched hands until it retook a solid shape, neatly folded. Joel had cleaned up from his last round of fights, but he still looked like he had gone one on one with a semi truck. A fresh bruise had formed on his cheek and his forehead sported a new gash, dressed with two strips of butterfly tape. Otherwise, he looked passable for normal. Joel stuffed the suit into a drawsting backpack he'd been wearing underneath and shouldered it. 

"Come on. We gotta' catch a train to Englewood."