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roof on the opposite side. Returning his eyes to an emerald green he retracted his claw as he circled around the building where he found an older man in a long beige trench coat and a cheap suit. “Ispettore Bianchi,” Merrick said offering his hand.
    “Agent Merrick,” the detective said accepting the hand shake. He tried not to wince when Merrick’s grip squeezed as they shook but noticing the hulking size of the man detective Bianchi was not surprised by its power. 
    Running up the old walkway a younger gentleman in the same style of trench coat and even cheaper suit came waving papers. “Ispettore Bianchi, Ispettore Bianchi,” the younger man called out in distress not even noticing Merrick.
    Inspector Bianchi excused himself from the agent and walked towards the younger man. “Ciò che è esso?” he asked a little agitated for being disrupted.
    “L'uomo che ha lasciato la città,” the younger officer exclaimed. Holding up papers and claiming to have information on some young men who had just left the area the officer races towards them.
    Understanding them completely Merrick’s eyes widened at the news and he decided to join the two officers. Taking the papers from the young officer Bianchi started looking them over.
    “What men left the city?” Merrick asked.
    The old Inspector looked up from the papers a little embarrassed, “Agent Merrick this is Vice Ispettore Rossi, Vice Ispettore Rossi this is Agent Merrick.”
    Looking at Merrick the Vice Ispettore was in awe of the imp osing man towering over him. Then wondered how he could have missed him. “Guarda quanto grande egli è,” he said referring to how big he was. 
    “I’m sure agent Merrick knows how big he is.” the Ispettore said. “He is from Interpol.”
    Vice Ispettore replied like a child meeting a real life superhero, “Interpol.”
    Merrick extended his hand and Rossi accepted it excited to meet a real life Interpol agent and his own findings that might assist the agent’s investigation.
    “Qual è l'interpol facendo qui?” Rossi asked his superior getting excited.
    Trying to read the papers Bianchi lifted his head again and looked at Agent Merrick then at Rossi. “In English, don’t be rude,” Bianchi instructed.
    “That’s ok,” Merrick offered.
    Bianchi shook his head and looked at Rossi again spurring him to go on in English.
    “I am sorry, my English not so good. His name was Kevin Hobbs from the Canada’s,” Rossi said already proud of himself.
    Knowing Kevin Hobbs was Nathan Caesar Merrick just smiled and let Vice Ispettore Rossi continue with his report.
    But the young Inspector was finished. “That is it,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
    “What about flights, train tickets, credit card purchases?”
    Rossi just shrugged his shoulders again. Changing the subject on to more exciting things Rossi smiles then asked, “What does Interpol do here?”
    Merrick sighed. “We believe what happened here was perpetrated by an individual we’ve been trying to apprehend for a very long time.”
    “What happened here?” Rossi asked looking around.
    Knowing something happened here the other night Bianchi looked at Merrick hoping he could shed some light, since there was very little evidence to even theorize. “There is blood inside,” Bianchi said pointing towards the warehouse.
    “May we?” Merrick asked already starting to walk.
    Nodding Bianchi followed him to the far end of the warehouse. As they walked Merrick let his nose tell the story. The blood from the roof was all Yaroslav’s and so was the blood that was splattered all around them now. The rain from the other night already drained it underneath and Merrick doubted Bianchi could find it with a Blood Hound let alone with just him and Rossi. But he could smell it as plainly as the sun was shining.
    “We haven’t figured how this was done,” Bianchi said pointing to the large hole in the wall ten feet away from a door.
    Rossi stuck his head into the