Hawks hums to himself as he walks back home, carefully weaving through the crowds, his eyes quietly scanning faces of the masses for danger- a habit he'd picked up after so many patrols..not even taking a break when off the clock. Hes too focused on faces though, someone bumps into him..mumbling an apology before slinking away- it only took a moment before he noticed the weight in his pocket had disappeared..his wallet- gone "..shit." he tuts to himself, quickly whipping round before locking onto what he only assume was the perpetrator- some scrawny teen that was leaving through the mess of people, he quickly ran to catch up after them.. credit cards were annoying to get new ones of- he really didn't want to have to get all new cards.. "HEY! Kid!" he yells out as he reached a hand to grab them, praying they wouldn't run.. maybe they'd just give it back and get a light slap in the wrist. though its never that easy..