Tick-Tock

[Corwin]

With a shrug, Raven shoves his hands into the the pockets of his jeans and walks back to his car, making sure to keep the pair in sight. Once there, he turns to Liron, identifying the two for him. "Punks with ankhs. I'm thinking, we should follow?"

[Brian]

Liron doesn't nod, since this might draw attention, but he says, "You thinkin' good, Brother.  Let's do that."

[Corwin]

Raven nods, and pushes off the car. He crosses the street, and follows the punks, trailing them from a safe distance.

OOC: Stealth + Dex; 7, 7, 5, 6, 3

[Carthrat]

Managing to keep out of obvious sight, Raven trails after the pair of arguing punks.

They walk straight down the gutted street, completely silent. After about five minutes of walking, you hit a street corner with a towering apartment block rising up above you. A man in a coat and hat stands outside it, and the two men stop next to him, beginning to confer in low voices.

[Corwin]

Raven tries to get within listening range, in an attempt to overhear some of the conversation.

OOC: Alertness + Perception; 7, 10, 7, 2; Stealth + Dexterity; 8, 3, 6, 3, 4

[Carthrat]

About fifteen metres away from the group, you hear low voices coming...

"...yeah, we got him," says one of the punks. "Heat ain't on us, either- we're clean. Let's scram, right?"

"Not yet," replies the man in the hat. "We've still got a task to do."

His head suddenly turns, and he glances at you for a split-second, before gesturing to the men. All three of them head inside the apartment block...

[Corwin]

Raven finishes tying his shoelace, and continues walking, headed past the building at his old pace, without slowing down in front of it. He heads further down the street, and turns around a corner, leaning against it to wait for Liron.

[Brian]

Liron nonchalantly strolls down the street a bit later, offering a nod to the punks as he trails after to catch up to Raven, though he keeps his ears open if anyone comments as he passes.

[Corwin]

"Our lead's in that building, it seems like," Raven tells Liron quietly, leaning against a building's wall. "Feel like going in and busting some heads?"

[Brian]

"Busting heads may not be called for," Liron replies after a thoughtful pause.  "Though, a plan B is always good.  We should begin as subtly as possible, I think.  But since time is of the essence," he breaks off here to glance at the watch, "we may hurry to the latter whenever you are ready."  Steeling himself, Liron nods and turns towards the punks.

[Carthrat]

OOC: They actually went inside the apartment block already. Are you going in after them?

[Brian]

(OOC: Er....  Yes.)

[Carthrat]

OOC: Just making sure!

IC: The entrance to the apartment block is a grimy thing, like the rest of the city around you. A slovenly man, wearing a dirty overcoat lies in a corner of the doorwar, brown paper bag with bottle inside clasped in scabby fingers.

Inside, you hear footsteps going up a narrow flight of stairs, and there seem to be two flats a floor.

[Brian]

With a glance and a shrug to Raven, Liron follows the sound of footsteps.

[Carthrat]

They are progressing slowly up the stairs; you can catch up to them easily. Three men, the two punks and the other man, trudging up the dimly-lit walkway. You're several floors up by the time you catch up. They don't turn to face you, or just don't hear you.