"Second class Kuki! Slow down, this is an order from your superior! You are too far ahead, stop and wait for backup!" Static crackled in his earpiece and Urie removed it, annoyed. He continued down the dark alleyway, a silver case held in his gloved hand, his thumb tapping the release button. His paced picked up as he felt light at the end of the passageway, his sensitive nose picking up the scent of fresh air. He stepped out into the sunlight of the street and paused, taking his time to glance either way up and down the street. No signs of panic, or movement from the ghoul they were hunting down. Then he heard the tinkle of shattering glass, calmly now, he made his was towards the source of the noise, paying close attention to the smell in the air. Alcohol, blood.<br/><br/>A gunshot rang out, he picked up his pace to a slow jog, his thumb pressing lightly on the raised button set into the handle of the metallic case. More gunshots, his pace stayed the same, pinpointing the location with a combination of sound and smell senses. He was still a bit from the spot where the gunshots were heard. He thought he heard one of the person moving past him say, "Young man, you shouldn't go that way." It was at least two minutes since the last gunshot was heard when he finally reached the place. He smelled the stench of burnt flesh before all else. It originated between a restaurant and a store. The restaurant's lights were off and there was no smell of cooked food. He continued, his eyes finally picking up two sets of bloody footprints fleeing the scene and going into the store.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What a troublesome bastard.</span>Urie thought to himself, stepping over the trail of blood, taking care not to stain his soles with the scarlet liquid without making it too obvious. Inside the store, people acted as though nothing was going on. He figured something was up; his eyes glanced back out the entrance,<span style="font-style: italic">or a rough part of town. The ghoul could be here. If I can just get it, then I may be able to snatch up the promotion.</span>He dusted his coat and made his way in, acting as though nothing had happened. He tracked the trails of blood, spotting the owners of the footprints before moving into an adjacent aisle near the counter. He decided to listen in first, get an idea of the situation.<span style="color: #FFFF80">" '... a target'! For fucks sake man, what kinda question is that?"</span>His right arm faced them, optimal position should they notice his presence and attempt to do a thing about it.