Michael
Grunt would approach the city district, his eyes scanning the streets around him.

The address on that note was supposed to be around here, it might take a little bit of searching but it surely couldn't be too hard to find.

He would begin to navigate through the streets searching for the adress.
Jason
Grunt wasn't wrong, it would take some searching. Going back and forth around the area he had managed to find almost every address remotely close to the one on the note but just couldn't find the one he was looking for.

Stopping for a moment's rest from the pain of his cracked ribs Grunt would see something he hadn't noticed before. An alleyway he hadn't explored before.
Michael
Peering into the alley Grunt would flash a smile on his face, 

A dodgy alleyway was alwyas convenient and with some luck his target would be down there.

Taking care to observe his surroundings he would begin to move into the alleyway, his pipe now at hand.
Jason
Moving down the alleyway about halfway down grunt would see steps leading up to a door. The door he had been looking for. Unlike most he had seen in the area this one was made from thick reinforced metal with a coded electronic lock. A cursory glance up and down the alley there didn't seem to be anyone in the close vicinity.
Michael
Referring to the note from his pocket Grunt would punch the code into the keypad one number at a time.

With any luck it would unlock, a code and matching address only seemed to make sense after all.
Jason
The display on the keypad flashed red as grunt input the last digit into the keypad. At least the last digit he could type as it seemed a maximum of four numbers could be typed in. Whatever number he had on that note it wasn't for the door that much was for sure. The display flashed red three times before it stopped followed by the sound of shifting metal in the door followed by a loud click.
Michael
Grunt would transform his pipe into diamond and step away from the door,

Heating it up an extreme amount he would move it towards the door and begin melting through.
Jason
Grunt took his diamond rod and began to heat it up and plunge it into the door. Almost immediately the door began to turn a orange hue, the surface layers visibly liquifying. The entire area seemed to rise in temperature and coated in a soft orange glow. He was making good progress but there was no illusion that this would be a quick thing.

Soon enough though the middle of the door had become liquid metal and the top began to fold down concealing the rod and leaving a pile of semi molten metal in the doorway.
Michael
Grunt would remove his pipe for several moments allowing the molten metal to fall into place properly.

Once it had settled he would use his pipe to cool the metal down to a safe temperature before trying to enter through the created enterance.
Jason
Giving a few moments for the metal to cool, the pile of slag soon reached a temperature where Grunt felt it was safe enough. He began to step through before having to stop for a moment as he felt his broken rib complain at the unusual movement.

Still he would power through and climb into the room. It was small and filled with smoke but Grunt could make out a few details. On the far side of the room a simple mattress lay on the floor next to a bookshelf. A small kitchen area could be seen in an alcove and what appeared to be a bathroom was through another doorway.
Michael
First Grunt moved towards the bookcase, he knew some people liked to have shady hidden areas so it was worth checking out. He moved over to it inspecting the back to see if it was disconnected or perhaps masking something.

Following up his brief investigation he made sure to allow the smoke a few moments to dissipate. After such he began to give the room a more thorough investigation, looking for a safe or hidden keypad perhaps.
Jason
Grunt walked towards the bookcase, the smell of burned wood and fabric filled the air burning the inside of his nostrils. Honestly it was amazing the entire room hadn't burst into flames with how hot he had made his bar. Mostly likely due to the strange properties of his power preventing the heat from radiatiating normally.

Now at the bookcase a cursory glance revealed several oddities. It seemed to be bolted to the wall and several of the books weren't real but were actually solid blocks decorated to look like books attached directly to one of the shelves.
Michael
Grunt released a laboured cough as the gas exited the room, the pain of his ribs still present from his previous fight. It was a bother but not one he could let stop him for he had a mission to do. He paused for several moments before continuing, allowing himself to calm and focus once again.

Now calmed and his nerves restored Grunt made his way to the bookshelf taking a closer look at these peculiar books. He began to fiddle with them, attempting to pull and push awaiting some kind of reaction.
Jason
Feeling around the bookcase and attempting to move things around didn't reveal anything extra about it. The majority of items were just as they seemed but there were a few that were clearly not as they seemed, notably the aforementioned false books. Save for those, nothing else on the shelf really garnered any additional attention.
Michael
*Oh well,* It looks like this wasn't working.

Grunt took a step back and planted his feet firmly into the ground. He summoned his pipe, holding it like a bat and began to eye up his target. He pulled at back and with a might force swung it forth, amplifying his swing with his pip's power as it swung towards the side of the bookshelf.
Jason
With a situation like Grunt found himself in there was probably some complex way of getting what he wanted. This was Grunt though so clearly didn't have time for that. No instead using powers granted to him by a shard of an interdimensional alien he utterly demolished the bookshelf.

As the pipe hit through the false books a crunch could be heard as it split open causing a large amount of pound notes to go flying into the air from within. That wasn't the only thing that happened though, Grunt could hear a hissing sound. It wasn't too disimilar to what one would imagine gas leaking from a Pipe would sound like.
Michael
Grunt's eyes browsed the room as splinters of wood shot out from his swing. The money was exciting but the hissing of a pipe was not, it brang concern. He raised his shirt slightly securing it over his mouth to act as a shitty filter of sorts. It probably didn't do much but Grunt had seen people do this in movies he had watched since he awoke.

He had a plan, a little silly but a plan none the less. Grunt looked carefully through the broken wood of the bookcase looking for the damaged pipe, trying to locate where he had damaged it. Once the crack was identified it was a simple procedure- fix the hole. He retrieved the water bottle from his bag and tore of a piece of his cloathing soaking it thoroughly. He pressed the soaked rag into the gap before lowering his pipe's temperature freezing the rag to act as a barrier of ice. Grunt followed this by layering water upon the already frozen rag to form a fine layer of ice as a barrier.
Jason
Through some quick thinking Grunt managed to seal the leaking pipe with little effort. That being said what ever the gas was it was far from mundane. Grunt could already feel a migrane begining, his throat felt like sand paper and blood began to drip from his nose. Following the pipe a short distance revealed it had been hook up to a small cylinder marked with a skull and crossbones in a diamond.
Michael
Grunt's gut wrenched and he let out a hefty cough. He hadn't been so welcome to gas attacks in the past so this was a nice new experience. He left his pipe hovering above the sealed pipe at a *Cold enough* Temperature to ensure the seal before making his way over to the melted door.

He leant over into the fresh air of the street and chugged some water from his bottle. He didn't think there had been *Too* Much of the gas so unless it was instant death he might just be alright if he let it dissipate and got fresh air.
Jason
Clambering over the melted door and stepping into the fresh air Grunt felt his throat burn. Quickly downing some water the pain subsided but there was still a subtle discomfort and Grunt found it more difficult to breathe. His throat having swollen due to the chemical he had been exposed to. Whatever it was it clearly wasn't good for you.

Looking back into the room the only sign of the gas was a subtle ripple lingering in the air. It moved slowly through the air, a lazy meander as it traversed the room. It would be difficult to avoid.
Michael
Grunt stepped outside of the door and stumbled a short distance away from the entrance. He moved downwards to the cold ground and covered his mouth with a rag.

He moved his pipe from the seal for a brief few moment trusting the cold ice to hold and began to move his pipe to the doorway. Now Grunt didn't know exactly how fans worked, but an angled blade and a whole lot of spinning typically seemed to work so that's exactly what he would do. He angled his pipe and made it spin, very quickly.
Jason
Normally a fan works due to its shape causing air to flow in a particular direction. In this case though Grunt has used temperature to have the same effect. The rapidly spinning cold rod causes the air around it to cool and become more dense, therefore sinking towards the ground. This creates an area of low pressure around it pulling the toxic gas from the room out into the open air.

Grunt can still feel nausous as this happens but the gas soon disperses harmlessly into the air, leaving grunt free to take action without having to poison himself. As he stands there though he notices someone standing at the end of the alleyway staring at him. A young woman, about 14-15 years old.
Michael
A long breath of fresh air entered Grunt's lung and a grin spread across his face. He rose to his feet and his eye's darted across the surrounding alleyway honing in on the woman stood alone at the end. 

He put a finger to his lip for a moment before he took it away and mimed a single word, *"Leave"*. Despite what some may thing Grunt was not in the business for abusing and hurting young children so he left it at that and entered the building once again.

Once inside he had to be quick, he moved to the bookcase and took whatever of substance he could from there, taking care to look for any more potential hidden secrets. He then moved to the floor and gathered what money remain thrown about and he stuffed it into his bag. He had to get as much as he could.
Jason
She stood there for a moment, her eyes drifting over Grunts form. She looks as though she was about to do something but hesitated before turning and walking out of sight down the street. Clearly she thought better than to interupt the cleary crazed man standing in an alley way.

Heading back into the now ventelated room and over to the bookcase Grunt could see the damaged remains of the cylinder that contained the toxic gas. Now he had more than a few moments to look he could see it was nestled next to several large wads of cash along with some bricks of powder wrapped in clingfilm. A decent haul if he wishes to take it.
Michael
Grunt unzipped his bag with a crisp slide and began to sweep the goods inside. He wasn't a particular fan of drugs but they would be better within his grasp as opposed to an individual more nefarious. He lay his unzipped bag against the wall as his eye's danced across the room.

Whilst he had cleared the shelf there was still a number of loose bills spread across the floor from his previous antics. He took some time, retrieving all of which he could from the scattered money before returning to his bag and securing it within. 

He would take a few more minutes to search the room before making any move to leave. He had discovered the most obvious cache of items but there was no harm in being thorough for there could be more hidden in this safehouse of kinds.
Jason
Grunt began to shove his finds into his bag. Drugs, money, shelf ornaments, everything worth anything. In total there was around £1000 in cash and just over a Kilo worth of whatever drug that powder was. It wasn't a stretch to assume it was probably cocaine.

Searching the rest of the room Grunt would find he had found the only obvious storage area. That being said there was still the kitchen area and bathroom that had been left mostly unexplored.
Michael
Grunt zipped up his bag and swung it over his shoulder with a decent pace. That girl had seen him so it wouldn't be a stretch to say one person or another would come poking around before long so he'd best get out sooner than later.

He moved over to the bathroom and threw the door open, it was unlikely much was held here but he took anything in which would be of worth to him. 

Grunt hit the kitchen on the way out, he had cleared the bathroom for its worth and would do the same elsewhere before he left.
Jason
Entering the bathroom Grunt would be met with what was probably to be expected. A small compact shower, toilet and bathroom basin with a small medicine cabinet above. Of course the fact the room gave of a quite frankly disgusting smell was concerning but probably nothing important. Moving into the kitchen Grunt would find very little at first glance. It's was very cramped with a small fridge, oven with stovetop and a sink within a counter top.

Unless he wished to do something else in these rooms there was nothing jumping out as obviously valuable to him.
Michael
Grunt shook his head and at the empty remains of the building, it appeared he had collected all of worth and now it was time to make his *Daring* Escape.

He made a dash from the bathroom towards the front entrance and vaulted through the door gap, taking in the fresh air of the night. 

He held his arms high and summoned the pipe within his grasp, It was time for his exit. He hovered upwards and began to propel his pipe upwards and through the streets. It wasn't conventional but it was a fast and easy method of transport.
Jason
Grunt made his escape into the city, loot in hand. Despite seeming to have been noticed there was no signs of trouble, no sirens, no capes. It appeared Grunt was home free with £1000 in his pocket and a kilo of drugs in his hand.

After making it home he could donate to authorities for a reward, but if he wished to keep the drugs he would find they would net him around £40,000 if he could find someone to buy all at once. If he wanted to deal it it could fetch far more.