Thread: Alpha and Omega | Lagertha x Zprimal |

The chill of winter was only beginning to set in that day. The market was thrumming with life as people had begun to leave their work places, most deciding to frequent this place for a dinner before returning home. The smell of meat filled the air, mingling with the scent of the recent rainfall. Corrin cast a watchful eye over the market, flanked by two of his subordinates on either side. He was easily taller by a head compared to the other betas milling around in the streets and was generally larger, one could say he was a fine specimen of their kind. At one end of the square, he spotted the two Enforcers, in their signature white uniform with grey body armor, whom had been bribed to act as their eyes over the course of the day. He nodded his head slightly, one of the Betas moving around to give them the remainder of their payment. The Enforcers, faceless behind their mirrored visors nodded as they received the credits, a brief flashing pattern signalling the transfer of funds between the Beta and the Enforcers. It all seemed rather normal, steam rising from the stores, chefs hawking their dishes. Then there was a shout which broke through the crowd, his head snapping to the origin of the shout, his feet began moving towards the source of trouble. Pushing his way through the crowd easily, he felt the sea of people melt away like a hot knife cutting through butter. He stopped before the man who was clearly agitated. What the hell do I pay you for? For this? The hawker snarled as he picked up the equipment which had been knocked off the bench when the thief had stole the meat. The shorter man glowered up at him. Mister... Franks. Corrin reached down, his hands moving to straighten the hawker's collar, The reason why your stall is still here is because of your payment. If you are unsatisfied due to this event, do feel free to decline when we come for next month's payment. I'm sure we would find some way to sort things out. His voice remained in his distinct rumble, he smiled, his hard grey eyes did not. He took a step back, If you'd please, kindly assist us in describing the culprit. The man watched him warily, the threat had not gone unnoticed. Short, stank of chemicals. Perfumes and dye. Corrin frowned, this was strange. I think it was a female, grey hoodie and shorts. Took off in, the man pointed, that direction. Corrin nodded, Thank you. He gestured for one of them to remain to keep tabs on the market before setting off. He continued in the direction where the Franks had pointed him to, his pace brisk, forcing his remaining subordinate to jog to keep up him. There was the faint smell of chemicals, but he could not be sure that it was anyone. He stopped, wondering firefly if this was a good use of his time pursuing this thief. After all, he needed to show that he was indeed protecting parts of his influence. He shook his head, cursing as he continued searching. He did not have much to work with save for some eyewitnesses who pointed him in the general direction, where a female who matched the description Franks had given him. His search directed him to a subway, by now darkness had fallen, the florescent lights lighting up the streets. By then, it was at least thirty minutes after he had begun his search, and the culprit would have already have been long gone, having the common sense to get the hell out by then. He climbed down the steps into the underground. The lights in the underground were bright to the point of blinding, yet somehow managing to keep parts of the station remain poorly lit. He inhaled deeply, smelling the scent of rain and if it was not his imagination mixed with a tinge of chemicals. This shit better be worth something. His beta companion, Abaddon grumbled, We aren't getting for this, I don't see why we should bother. Can't you smell it? Chemicals. Corrin's eyes searched the scene for anything which would have been out of the ordinary. Anyone could be using them. Anyone can use perfumes or dyes. Hell, we're not even sure if the information we were given is correct in the first place. We were paid for a reason, and I'd like to keep it that way. He spied a public restroom, shared, and turned in the opposite direction. It was unlit and probably very filthy, it would be the last place he was checking. Over there, he gestured pointing to the opposite end of the subway, where there were a bunch of the homeless already taking their spots on the vandalized benches for the night. Abaddon grumbled, but made his way over to make an appearance that he was checking. He folded his arms and made it very clear he was watching his subordinate, who soon gave up and began checking for real, his gait making it very clear that he despised this.