>>5337841--CRADLETON MAINSTREET--
Yan and Solomon uncomfortably walked down the street in Cradleton.
"You know of all circumstances that we get to visit Cradleton it just had to be when we have to be on the clock." groused Solomon as he fiddled with a Runic calcite slate, trying and subsequently failing to ignore the visual stimuli despite his best efforts. .
"On the plus side, we ARE visiting the place." replied Yan as he walked alongside Solomon and subtly re-adjusting his trousers again.
"Aren't all workers on the clock?"
"Only if they're in the mood." quipped Solomon.
"Well with the beauties I'm seeing around here, I don't think pillow talk is out of the questio-ow!"
"Focus on the case Yan, not on the cuties." reminded Solomon, pinching his brother's pierced earlobes much to Yan's discomfort before letting go. "As much as I'd love to go clubbing here and now, mom will club 'our' heads and we'll be going back to the wooden ones if we don't do our jobs."
"Right. Remind me who we're looking for?" asked Yan, peering over his brother's shoulder to look at the list carved into the runic calcite dataslate.
"We're looking for the people connected to the hunger riot surrounding Cradleton. The whoever did this to cover up Cradleton's fiasco on the Skinternet was good at keeping the details sparse but their names got leaked out from under the censorship blanket, therefore this makes them key witnesses to the case."
"Alright, names. What do we got?"
"One Jun Andersen, One Charlotte Webber, our wanted man Carter Franklin, and..."
Solomon gave a sigh as he slowed to a stop. Yan knew that look.
"...that dammed racketeer..."
"...that dammed racketeer..."
There was a pregnant pause between the two. Neither of them bothered to call the Jinx.
"Is that underage merchant really a key witness to this case?" asked Yan.
"Is she really that underage if she's allowed to hawk her wares in this town?"
Yan conceded the point. "So where do we start?"
"How about by stating your business here?" said a gruff masculine voice from behind the two brothers.
Honed instincts and a well built Vitruvian body kept Yan and Solomon from getting their skulls caved in as both of them reflexively raised their oversized claw arm and kicked off with their legs to blunt the impact damage of what could have been a catastrophic baseball swing from an Iron club. However honed their instincts and reflexes were, it did not prevent the two brothers from being sent flying through the air and into the webbed walls of a silk-lined building with a resounding BANG, the building to swaying slightly from the impact.
Runic tattoos flared from the brother's flesh and clothes, eldritch magic releasing the two from the sticky silk as Yan and Solomon dusted themselves off little worse for the wear as they squared up against the being before them.
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