*Valron stood within one of the fishing factories, his hands covered in bloodly gloves and the bodies of the night guardsmen laying at his feet. Taking off the gloves carefully he threw them into the trashbucket and brought out another pair putting them on his hands. He moved to the main office speedily and kicked down the locked door. He started to slam through the desk and cabinets attempting to find some document. As he ripped open on last draw he found a paper with payments recived and sent out from the company, along with a name of bussinesses that this fishing factory had been doing bussiness with. He put that into his pocket and finished his search, finding nothing else to interest him.*

*Valron left the building as quickly as he had come. As he stood ontop of the roof across from it, the police sirens became heard off in the distance. A task force from the real masters of this city must already be near, Valron thought.*

*Suddenly his vision blurred and he sensed something twisting reality to its own whims. The energy was almost like a homing beacon to supernatural it seemed. Valron's vision soon came back and he looked in the direction of the source. It could be a trap, but anywhere is better than here he thought. Taking off in a run he started leaping from building to building heading towards the source of the disturbance.*