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[b][color=DarkOrange]Location:[/color][/b] Forbidden Kingdom - Esaka’s High Tier
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The moment of satisfaction Amaterasu felt at a job well done was nice while it lasted, but it came to an end when she noticed their little group was still missing a member. Obviously she’d know Terry hadn’t been with them in the fight, or done much before it, but she assumed that now that things were resolved he’d snap out of his stupor/thoughtful reprieve and come join them.

Thus, when he didn’t she grew worried, and paused the world in order to use the third person view of the canvas she had rendered to look over the heads of the crowd. She first checked where he had been. Nothing. Then scanned through the crowd. Again. Nothing.

That… was not good.

She gave a bark at Harry before scampering through the crowd to the spot he had been, where she sniffed at the ground, trying and failing to pick out his scent, but among all of the other people and the exhaust fumes it was rather hopeless.

Harry had put away his flask when he noticed Ammy starting to bark at him. “What’s wrong girl? Timmy stuck in a well? You ate a whole wheel of cheese? Wow, that’s really impressive. You know I don’t speak Spanish. Speak English.” Of course, it just occurred to him that the wolf couldn’t speak at all.  He started following Ammy to the location, watching her sniff the area. 

His Inland Empire was speaking to him, allowing him to connect with what Ammy was thinking. His Visual Calculus is rebuilding the scene and trying to figure out where Terry was. 

The two had no luck, however, and with calling not working, and Captain Falcon on the hunt at the likely spots he might have returned to, the pair were left with only one possibility: that the man had headstrong stormed off to give G-Corp a piece of his mind.

Eventually, the two reached G-Corp Headquarters. Unlike Ms Fortune, who’d stolen from the building yesterday, Amaterasu and Harry had no reference what it should look like. Outwardly, it did not seem meaningfully different from any of the High Tier’s other tall, concrete-and-glass office buildings, and it lacked any kind of logo or signage, so neither Seeker could identify it at a glance. They could, however, use context clues, and the fact that the building itself and the area around it looked like a warzone helped clue them in.

Most obvious were the huge holes that gutted the building, more prevalent toward the lower floors, that suggested the detonation of several explosions. It wouldn’t be much of a leap to assume that G-Corps remaining Jack-5s, with their built-in bombs authorized ahead of time, were responsible. With how many and how big they were, it was a wonder that the skyscraper still stood. Furthermore, the structure had been punched, kicked, chopped, clawed, shot, bombarded, and more by dozens of attackers throughout the day, leaving so much concrete debris and broken glass nearby that just walking in the building’s vicinity felt like navigating over crunchy snow.

Apparently the conflict only intensified when G-Corp’s neighbors, located near the nefarious corporation through no fault of their own, got involved to try and minimize collateral damage. Some quick inquiries indicated that the jury was still out on whether or not Kazuya had been dealt with and Heihachi’s bounty claimed, despite a few fighters’ assertions otherwise. As the number of casualties in the communal assault mounted throughout the day, the overall aggression had petered out, with those who remained more or less under the impression that G-Corp was toast.

Harry looked up at the massive holes that were littered all over the skyscrapers. “S***” He muttered under his breath as he started asking around about what happened. And if they had seen a muscular blonde man around. 

Ammy tried to sniff him out as well, but with all the lingering dust, blood and smoke she didn’t like her odds. It was also likely tricky business, given she wanted to sniff around the place where the fighting had happened and that meant both being on high alert for any danger, and careful to avoid cutting her bare paws on shards glass and the like.

As the two got closer to the building to continue their investigation, a different burly blonde, [url=https://i.imgur.com/AEUKd3J.png]dressed like a riot cop[/url], was giving his report nearby. He was speaking to a woman in futuristic cherry-red armor plates over a form-fitting gray undersuit, her face hidden by a tall helmet and her chestplate dominated by a glowing purple core. She stood with her arms crossed as she absorbed the details, her violet gaze cold and steady.

Harry stared at the building's destruction before realizing why they were there.  He made his way over towards the blonde man who definitely wasn’t Terry. “Excuse me, my name is Harry Dubois with the RCM. I am here to help with this investigation. So what is the situation?” He flashed his RCM badge at the blonde man. His eyes briefly looked over at the scary-looking woman.

“RCM?” Kevin Rian asked, his tone a little incredulous, as if asking [i]why should that hold any weight here?[/i] “Who-”

When Harry’s gaze met hers, the woman’s eyes narrowed. She held out a hand to halt the policeman’s response. “Thank you, officer. You’re dismissed.” With a shrug, Kevin turned away, allowing the Consul to face Harry alone. “You’re destoried,” she remarked matter-of-factly. This matter seemed to completely override anything to do with G-Corp. “When, where, how, and by whom?”

Amatarasu, having split off a little from Harry, did her best to keep acting natural even as she turned her own eyes away from the woman to hide her own nature. It was tricky to approach like that, but she did her best to navigate by her other senses, taking a lazy circle of a stroll towards the two, ready to leap into action if need be.

Internally she cursed herself for not putting two and two together when it came to the descriptions of Consul armor and this woman’s own. She could only hope Harry could talk his way out of this, otherwise they might just have blown the Seeker’s already flimsy cover. 

“Revachol Citizens Militia.” Harry said to Kevin before putting away his badge. Thinking that this scary woman was the one calling the shots. Or perhaps she was working with G-Corp; he wasn’t sure just yet. “That is what I wanna know as well. I have a few theories, but I wanna hear your thoughts first.” He had a few ideas on who could be behind the bombing. 

The Consul narrowed her eyes, more bemused than annoyed. “My thoughts are immaterial to you,” she informed Harry icily. “If you are truly ignorant to the circumstances of your own awakening, there is little to be done but return you to the cycle.” She lifted her hand and splayed her fingers as if to summon a weapon there and then, in the middle of a crowded street, but after a few purple sparks danced between her digits she lowered her arm. “Then again, it is of no consequence. Time will claim you, and we have all the time in the world.”

By the time she’d changed her mind, however, Ammy had already lunged into motion. Pausing only to draw two horizontal lines on the world to slow time, the divine wolf darted in at quadruple speed, hauled Harry onto her back, and then drew the same to lines to extradite him from the situation in a blur of motion. 

Consul E watched, impassive, as the detective and wolf beat a hasty retreat. She her eyes followed them until they disappeared from sight, and after lingering on their last known position for a few moments, she warped away in a shower of purple particles.