Travelling to the 8th District was fortunately very uneventful, as walking through a city should be. Even as the environment slowly got seedier looking, Wes still had that cheery smile and jaunty stride. Eventually the duo made it to the edge of their destination. Wes stopped and put his hand to his chin in thought. "Well never find this guy with just a general area - he could have left by the time we comb through everything," he explained. 

A gun was aimed in Wes' mind, mental 'trigger' of sorts to activate his ability.

"Hmm..." Wes hummed, analyzing the area for an anomaly of souls. "There he is," he said after a few moments, pointing in the general direction.