It looked like these guys had this bank robbery thing pretty much under control, and while Eli loved to watch a good villain busting, he had other things he could be doing. He was sure that there was something in the Brockton district that needed taking care of. So, with that thought, Eli took off again. He flew towards the less desirable part of the city that he called home. Scraggily men with beards and seven layers of clothes pushed grocery carts full of junk. Women in scandalous outfits stood on the corner while men in ridiculous coats and jewelry managed them. 

Eli watched the streets as he drifted overhead, looking for any suspicious activity. Or anyone trying to get his attention. And, sure enough, someone was. A woman was jogging down the street, waving her arms and hollering up at him. Eli couldn't hear her, of course, but he could certainly see her. He swooped down and landed in front of the woman, who he recognized as one of the older prostitutes on the block, Cheryl. 

"Hey Cheryl," Eli greeted the woman with a concerned face. "What's the problem?" Cheryl panted, out of breath from years of smoking.
"Eli, sweetie, you gotta' help me. Marcos and his Mexican mafia came bustin' down the door of my flat. Came in wavin' their guns around and took Dwain with 'em. You gotta' find 'em, Eli, they took my baby." 

Cheryl's son, Dwain, wasn't exactly a baby. He was nineteen years old and had been in trouble for gang activity before. But whatever it was he did to inflict the wrath of Marcus and his gang, Eli was sure he didn't deserve it. Marcus was a slippy son of a bitch, and Eli had never been able to pin a crime on him. The guy had friends inside the police station that kept him out of jail and on the streets, causing trouble. Whatever this was about, Eli would do what he could to fix it. 
"I'll see what I can do," He said solemnly. "Why don't you go back home and clean up. Caleb and I will be over to try and track Marcus down." 

Cheryl choked out a sob and threw her arms around the winged man. "Oh thank you sweetheart. You're an angel." It wasn't the first time he'd heard the term. For the people in the Brockton district, with the cops turning a cold shoulder to the law, it was true. 
"It's no problem." After the woman had released him, Eli gave her a crooked half-smile and took off once again, heading towards the church to pick up Caleb. The wolfman was the best chance of tracking down Marcus. With a fresh scent trail, Caleb could track a mouse from California to New York. It only took a few minutes to reach the church. Caleb was still gnawing on his bones, and seemed reluctant to give up his comfy spot, but upon hearing the seriousness of the situation, he budged. Him and Eli raced down the rickety old stairs to the ground floor and towards Cheryl's apartment building. 
 
Most of the people of the Brockton district had grown accustomed to seeing Eli and ragtag gang running around, fighting crime. To them, a winged man and his dog friend were just the neighbors. Some held grudges towards him for busting them, but most didn't come blatantly looking for trouble. Upon arrival at the apartment, Caleb began sniffing around on all fours, growling and gruffing every now and them. 
"Six people," He muttered. "Dwain was here. Marcus was there. Gang guys here, there, there, and there." Eli watched, and then followed him out into the breezeway. "Carried Dwain this way. He was hurt; there's blood." Caleb crawled down the stairs to the parking lot and kept sniffing. "Got into car; needs an oil change."

"Can you track the car?" Eli asked, rubbing the back of his head. He had confidence in Caleb's abilities, but sniffing down a car seemed a lot harder than sniffing down a human.
"Uh-huh," Caleb answered as he kept sniffing. "One more guy down here. Was on foot; followed the car." Caleb picked up the pace as they reached the side walk. Eli jogged after him until Caleb was flat out running. Eli was a pretty fast runner, but he had nothing on the wolfman. He had to take to the air just to keep up. Caleb kept muttering under his breath the whole way until the trail led them to an old house in one of the worst neighborhood on this side of town. There were several cars parked out front, some in the yard with cinder blocks propping them up. Eli wondered how many of those were stolen. 

"This is it," Caleb said, standing up and looking over as Eli landed. Eli grabbed his arm and pulled him off into the bushes. 
"We need a plan," He said, lowering his voice.