Willow had finally had taken the man named Hygo into custody for questioning on the matters of Red Mist, she however was still waiting for confirmation for a search warrant from the Utopian Chief PPK. Scowling she gripped the handles of her GearCycle and sped through the lower precinct. Right now she was headed to the bar, not for a drink, but to find her brother. She had received a call from the Bar owner that lately her brother had been drinking like a fish. This was how it had been since the accident, and since she left, Willow loved her brother, but this had gone far enough!<br/><br/>Hearing the cycleâ€™s screech as she stopped in front of the run down bar with a flickering weak neon light in the cracked window stating â€œOpenâ€ She hadnâ€™t seen her brother in so long, that she was unsure if she would remember what he looked like. Slowly as she climbed down and parked the chipped painted cycle she sighed. Her long brown hair was in slight disarray from its uniformal braid, her brown leather duster flapping from the humid breeze that always seemed to hang around the lower precinct due to all of the factories.  Her black blouse buttoned up, but not all of the way as her PPK badge hung pinned to her pocket. Kahki pants clung to her legs as her PPK issued gun lay slung in its hip holster and the ammo laying in a belt that surrounded her waist.<br/><br/>Willow hadnâ€™t wanted to come down here straight from work. But she was confident that her force could keep an eye on this Hygo guy. Walking in the bar, her boots lightly rustling as the chains upon them rattled. The room was substantially darker since she still wore her stained goggles. Then with a graceful motion, they were off and about her neck as her blue eyes swept the barâ€™s area.