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Joel Beck 
[b]Location[/b]: Jr. Crime Boss's Shitty Apartment 
[b]Tags[/b]: Grim, Kitsune, Bouncer[/center]

"Probably," Wraith grunted in response to Grim's first question. He walked up the steps and inside. "I got a lead that an asshole living in this building knows something about the weird shit that's been going on around town. I know you've noticed the uptick in missing persons reports, all young and healthy, male and female, no pattern or relations. I caught an Eastside gang smuggling [i]medical equipment[/i] tonight."

He paused at the appearance of the rabbit, but made no other indication that he'd even seen it. That was, until Grim mentioned it. "You saw it too, huh?" Wraith didn't linger to chat. He was clearly on a mission, and whether the other two tagged along wasn't his priority. 

The building was an absolute shithole inside. A junkie laid sprawled on the stairs as Wraith stepped over him. The steps creaked under the weight of his boots. The air had a heavy smoke and suspiciously skunky smell. 

After climbing several flights, Wraith came to a stop outside of an inconspicuous door. He didn't hesitate to kick this one down too. The inside of the apartment was utter chaos. Someone had turned the place upside down in their haste to pack up evidence and run. Devon had been tipped off that Wraith was coming for him, and he was smart enough to get out of dodge. Wraith stepped over an upside-down chair and fumbled for the nearest light switch. When a sickly yellow hue washed over the room from the old bulbs, he scanned his new surroundings carefully. Devon hauled ass out of here quick; chances were something was left behind.