This mission was proving to be quite a nut to crack, and the headache had become his best friend. It seemed they were running after a ghost: blind trails, pointless clues, misleadings, nothing that could bring them any closer to the man they were looking for. The safety net his power provided him with was definitely working. Searching through his files and illegal activities, he noticed he often used kids without families or homes for dirty works — expendable pawns for despicable men like that. So what better way to find a man than to ask the only ones who see and hear everything: the street kids.

So there he was, chasing a girl down the block whom he had caught dealing. You were certainly fast, but he had the knowledge and the resources, and soon enough you found yourself cornered. "I just want answers about the man I'm looking for, kid. I don't care what you do or what you deal, that's not my job," he tried to explain, to pacify you. "I don't want you, I want your boss."