Chase was bored out of his mind. It had been days since his boss last called, and while not really hurting for cash, he wouldn't have minded something to do. Maybe it was really just an off day. And, all things considered, he supposed he should be happy with the relative peace, lately. His life as a fixer wasn't as exciting as actually doing the dirty stuff, but it had just the right amount of thrill and compensation to keep him coming back to it. After all, he'd stayed pretty faithful to the job title, being called upon to make sure crime scenes and messy locations were back to pristine condition with as little evidence as possible. There was something about being privy to a situation better left in the dark that tickled him just right. It gave him a sense of power that there were things he knew and was trusted with that could affect a lot of people. Morality was somewhat of a vague concept to him, he supposed. He just did what he wanted. Weirdly enough, he doesn't take pleasure in dishing out any sort of pain. His interest in all this was mostly mental, and he was fine with that.<br/><br/>He blinked once, and wondered where his mind had taken him to be thinking about these things. Sighing, he decided that maybe the ceiling had enough of his stare. Sitting up from his bed, he grabbed his white trainers, put on a grey, well-worn, almost frayed, jacket, then headed out of his apartment. Without really any destination in mind, he resolved to simply meander the rest of the day away. Maybe he'll overhear some juicy secret from stressed out people while sipping coffee in a cafe. Or maybe he'll get to hear another quarrel from a couple in the park. Whatever the case, he was a hoarder of secrets, so while he may not have a place to go, there was a goal in mind. There were more interesting and, more importantly, personal things to figure out. He just had to go out and find them.