<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Oddities<br/><hr/>A quick frisk located the items that Gordon was looking for, as well as a few extras. The IDs might be useful for future investigations, though they did not provide any immediate information. It made sense that people involved in the black market would have this sort of thing so they could move through Berlin with ease for their dirty dealings.<br/><br/>"Found the keys," he told them, showing off the metal objects as he rose back to his feet.<br/><br/>"Well, they're definitely black marketeers. But I'm not seeing a murder weapon anywhere in here." He didn't see how whatever they had just been through could kill anyone, much less see any other items present which could have caused it. But he would take the opportunity to pocket a box of cigarettes or two. After the incident with the police they could come in use, to say nothing of his own personal pleasure later on. It wasn't the worst thing he could have done in this job, that was for sure.