There was something very obviously wrong in the neighbourhood, when Daniel cruised slowly past the house. To any average person it looked fine... but then an average person wouldn't have recognised all of the people lurking oh so casually near the address.<br/><br/>The location was in a somewhat dodgy part of town. Cheap tenements leaned threateningly on each side of the old two-story house, and the street was potholded, littered and dusty. Most of the cars looked worse than Daniels', not even including the ones with missing doors or sitting on bricks. The alleyways between the tattered buildings were a webwork of colourful washing lines.<br/><br/>This being the backdrop, the people Daniel recognised certainly weren't locals. A group of three women stood on the corner... Daniel knew one as one of the Guardians, which made the other two Guardians as well, or whatever they called themselves in their odd ranking system. A pair of elderly men sitting in a car that was possibly a little too well maintained for the neighbourhood were part of a group that called themselves the 'Watchmen'... generally regarded to be bloody useless by the more active groups, as they did nothing more than observe. Finally, leaning against the side wall of the house was a man that Daniel had chatted to once or twice. He was much the same as Daniel, a member of another small team that went in and did the work that needed to be done.<br/><br/>He inclined a head in greeting as Daniel passed, then glanced up at the house.<br/><br/>It was the other people in the area that were more worrying. They held themselves with a tension that suggested they weren't just locals out to watch the funny strangers.