<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/1cfb2fa2-9f8c-49d4-9d3c-d36385cf0014_zps3dccdadc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Garmr<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Alexander's Manse, Garmr's Room<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 12:30 am<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alexander Shaw, Kiara?<br/><br/>Garmr set the file on his desk and thumbed through some of the pictures before seeing the sheer volume of what was inside. He gave a soft growl in his throat before turning away and moving towards his bed. He proceeded to actually make the bed, which probably hadn't happened in a long time. It wasn't for appearances though; it was simple a larger surface for him to throw the file down onto and spread things out.<br/><br/>After getting a feel for how the woman looked and how she dressed, he went over the pictures again. This time was to find matching locations in the background, or a theme, at least, of her mode of travel and repeated locations. The air of a military experience should hade made Garmr concerned, but instead just made him excited. He took a certain joy in dealing with mortal authority figures; people who are the best among the kine.<br/><br/>While idly admiring her appearance, and trying to assume ways she could disguise herself with her hair, the realization hit Garmr like a brick: Garmr's intuition was telling him that Alexander and this 'huntress' share family ties. Garmr couldn't help but wonder if Alexander already knew that. If not: bringing her in with that theory and information would certainly please the man. Garmr decided that the woman couldn't be killed. She would be brought in and Alexander would decide what to do with her.<br/><br/>Garmr put the file back together, save a single image of Kiara's face which was slipped into a jacket pocket. The axe was pulled out of his bag and the file was tossed in. He moved to a closet to grab a retractable baton instead, along with two pairs of handcuffs. He made his way through the manse, always amazed that he can figure out how to even leave the large building.<br/><br/>He took a few steps out the door before giving a sharp whistle into the sky. Two drained crows fluttered down from the sky and landing in front of him on the ground. Garmr dropped down to his haunches and set down the picture of Kiara, he chirped down at the birds briefly, giving them a task: Fly about the city. Find this woman. Follow her until she stops moving. One report back, one stay with her.<br/><br/>The birds offered a confirmation in the form of a loud 'kaw' before fluttering away. Garmr stood back up and pulled out his phone to dial the reporter contact from his phone as he walked towards his motorcycle.