Clarence leaned against the wall of the candy shop in Shantytown, watching the people of Columbia. He had just finished filing the report, leaving out the Dreaded Crow to avoid the reprimands for preventing his escape. He would have to return to the Soldier's Field area, look for any clues that might help him find their whereabouts. The mistakes he had made, they were mistakes a rookie would make. He groaned, pushing himself away from the wall. The alley he was standing in was dark and littered with garbage, it seemed like this would be the place that he would find a victim. He fixed his overcoat, adjusted his tie, and stepped out into the street. Suddenly, a body slammed into him, knocking him off balance. He quickly caught himself on the wall, regaining his footing. He turned, looking at the man who had collided with him. The man was taller than Clarence, with a powerful stance that would intimate most. The man was a darker complexion than most, maybe of mixed race? Clarence spoke first, "Pardon me." He glanced down, noticing he had knocked a bag out of the man's hands. "Let me get that for you." Clarence bent down, picking up the bag, allowing a glance at its contents. It was clothing, black as a... crow. Clarence narrowed his eyes, standing up slowly. He locked eyes with the man, not making a move due to the large amount of civilians nearby.