Graven hid, and watched, and didn't like what he saw.  A smoke cloud rose up in the distance - from what he could tell of the shouting that was what had touched off the newest civil unrest.  The police weren't showing up; they must be distracted elsewhere.  Rioters destroyed things and hurt each other, but nothing really dynamic was coming out of it.  Riot cops might have been worth fighting, a bunch of upset citizens would just be a waste of time.  He sighed, and noted an armored van speeding through the crowd, heading straight for that column of smoke.  Now that was interesting.<br/><br/>He wondered if he might have miscalculated - a demon who wanted to cause trouble<em>might</em>hang around a riot, but there was a lot of riot to search through.  But if they had caused the disaster to start a riot, they would definitely have had to be at the site of that disaster at some point.  Graven didn't know anything about disaster management, but if he could figure out where the incident had started, he might be able to catch a scent.  That's all he would need.  He took off in a sudden burst of speed, his course set, there was no purpose to waiting.  He matched the van below as he leaped from rooftop to rooftop, and wings of pure shadow slowly spread from his back to carry him aloft.  Graven faded naturally into the darkened sky, keeping to the shadows and using the buildings for cover.  He spied the van occasionally through alleyways, listened for the sound of its engine over the shouts and screams, the breaking glass and the crash of broken doors.<br/><br/>He knew he was jumping in headfirst again, and didn't care.  Overthinking things had never helped him - if he'd worried about consequences, he'd still be stuck in the Netherworld, busting his ass on behalf of an arrogant family.  They thought of him as no more than a vicious pet, an attack dog to be given a bone and chained up when not in use.  Well, perhaps it was time he delivered another object lesson.  Maybe the humans in the van would prove to be dangerous.  Maybe they knew what was really going on.  They could be a threat to him, but there was no way to know if he didn't stick his nose into the trouble.<br/><br/>He skidded to a halt on the metal roof of an outbuilding.  Some kind of corrugated-steel pre-fab, a warehouse or a garage that might be part of the industrial complex but wasn't attached to it.  He settled in next to an air conditioning unit, secure in the shadows as his eyes picked out the scene below with inhuman clarity.  His wings folded back away into nothingness, as though they'd never been more than wisps of black smoke.<br/><br/>Some kind of factory or something...human technology was somewhat alien to him, still.  Vehicles.  Police and fire being held back...that would be trouble, later, unless Babylon was even more lawless than he thought.  Security goons everywhere, more working along with the people in the van.  Gas masks.  He should grab one of those if he could, he wasn't invulnerable after all.  There was nothing for it, he was just going to have to go in.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Graven slid down a fire escape inside the EMS cordon, and found a couple police guarding the opposite entrance.  A few moments later, they fell unconscious to the ground with soft grunts.  He reached down, picked up an official Babylon police jacket and gas mask to pull over his head.  He took a badge from one to hang around his neck, handcuffs and keys from them both.  He tossed their radios into a dumpster and handcuffed them together, the chain going through the handle of a heavy steel door.  "Have fun getting out of that one, boys."  He walked off, chuckling.  He left their guns - no reason to be an asshole about it.<br/><br/>A few moments later, he jumped the fence (electrified, razor-wire, mildly-inconvenient) and started across the factory grounds toward the site of...whatever had happened.  He kept to the shadows, maintaining a constant hedge of signs, conduits, guide-rails, and landscaping between himself and open, well-lit ground.  He wasn't invisible, but it would be an unusual human who could spot him while he was stalking.<br/><br/>