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[hr][i][color=gray]Raven's Rest, the Back of Bill's Tattoo Shop[/color][/i]
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In hindsight, going down the highway at 300 kilometers an hour may not have been the wisest idea. Luckily for Lorenza and her driver, there wasn't a lot of traffic to weave through. And yes, the slightly icy roads made this particularly precarious. But they made it to Raven’s Rest in record time, without being worse for wear.

As it so happened, a certain tattoo shop was one of the first establishments they passed, now going at a more reasonable speed. Lorenza immediately noticed the shattered spill of glass on the pavement, and the car screeched off to the side to avoid it. 

Either something [i]had happened[/i], or [i]was currently happening.[/i] 

[color=916BB4][b]”Pull around to the back, Deven.”[/b][/color] Lorenza said in a firm voice.

Obediently, the car soon found itself parked off to the side, nearly boxing in a black SUV with its engine running. Lorenza opened her parasol and pulled it over her head as she stepped out, closing the car door behind her. She turned around briefly to make a hand sign - two fingers in a gun shape, gesturing to the alley. If things got messy, Deven had permission to leave her and split. 

With that taken care of, Lorenza approached the driver's side of the black SUV. Nothing of note came to her mind when she glanced at the license plate, nor at the black siding. It was wholly unmarked. Black vehicles were never so simple, though - she knew.

Sounds of a fight could be heard inside the building. Lorenza only smiled softly at this, before her gloved hand rapped on the driver side window. She could see a young woman inside, looking abjectively terrified.

Lorenza addressed Alejandro with all the grace of a person wholly unperturbed by the possible risk of life just behind a door. 

[color=916BB4][b]”Hello, love.”[/b][/color] She said, flipping up her wallet and flashing what looked like ID.

[color=916BB4][b]”I'm with the City Council. Can you explain what's going on here?”[/b][/color]

Playing the role of someone with automatic authority, even if it was entirely fake, would hopefully allow Lorenza to get some answers faster, without having to plunge headfirst through that shop's door, and opening whatever can of worms was banging around behind it.