Fumeko walked around the fallen armour and looked over the railing on the dented walkway. 'Now, where's the actual gangster?' While her eyes scanned, her gaze paused on a small yellow flame that streaked off into the warehouse from the outside, followed by a yelp.
"You okay up there dude?" Ben hollered from below.
"I got the enchanter; he's dead."
"Aru's calling the police," Asobi shouted up.
"Clyde's actual target's in here somewhere, it's not the enchanter. We need to find him first."
"The detective's already got him," Ben told.
"Hm." Fumeko stepped forward against the railing, and felt a sudden buzz go down her spine; she winced. Her eyes darted to the staircase all the way at the end, before exhaling out the nose.
On the outside, the gangster in question was patting his rear end; his trousers were scorched. His pants were slowing down while in direct reach of Diana Ward.
"Look, look, I ain't got nothin' to tell, alright?" the man in a simple jacket and flat cap said.
