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Azreil stood in the midst of a travelling crowd with both hands on his cane smelling the air, a number of people had stopped and stared at him. Who knows maybe they were expecting a show? Lord knows it looked like he could start a performance at any time, but they would be sadly mistaken when he had finished analysing the air. To maximize his sense of smell he had already blinded himself by closing his eyes, numbed his sense of feeling through willpower, and clogged his ears with the drowning crowd that surrounded him. Ignoring the more obvious smells like perfume, cologn, beer, urine, feces, pizza, spaghetti, and such he caught wind of mixed blood, the smell he had been looking for earlier.

With it he smelled burning flesh, that one generally meant hunters. Or a rash case of idiocracy either way it could be worth checking out, or it could be a bit of a stale situation. He decided to track the smell of mixed blood, after all his job leaned more towards ferals as opposed to hunters. Of course a normal hunt would not ne this detail and could easily be confused by the myriad of smells in a city, but his were heightened by many folds from cutting off his other primary sense. As he stepped forward the crowd became curious, with his exagerated limp he could sense a few of the crowd memembers become embarrassed. That's what you get for being overly curious. he thought to himself wanting to snort but refused so he did not loose the scent trail. Before long he came to a certain street block and hid in the shadows watching the area. 

Azreil noticed something that he knew only meant trouble, a limousine circleing the block, much like a shark would close in on chummy water, quite a few number of times before coming to a halt. He sighed inwardly, only one person would do such a thing and not care. A very high profile person who cared little about attracting attention, the son of his late master and the face of the Octus. Giving a moment to the thought of actually telling the purebred that he was in the town gave him a string of mental problems, the first of which was a chewing out. Although that would be much worse later than sooner the outcome would be the same, and then there was always the possibility of extra demands. Then again Octavious seemed to understand the need for singular pursuit, but who knew exactly what he would require from Azreil to stay within his good graces. 

He sighed as silently as inhumanly possible and pulled out his shelltop phone slamming in a message. To Octavious:My deepest appologise that I have not contacted you sooner about entering the city. as I have been scouring Chicago, but I do believe that I see your limousine circleing the block. Is there sommething I should be cautious of in the area? sending the message he grew anxious over the next few moments. He really did not know who he thought he was fooling, as the purebred would know full well that Azreil would have had an idea of what was in the area. However what he wanted to know was what Octavious knew.
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