Who:Sherr and Jim Where: A building somewhere What: a rescue for a fake kidnapping When:late afternoon. Rating:TBD but probably low
With the small bit of information the other bloke had given him, it hadn't taken him long to track down the few places the older criminal would have been taken. While the Thames wasn't much used, in certain parts, it was those places he knew, a bit anyway. Casually wandering past the areas with the flats and underused-even for criminals-buildings. Lingering once he got close enough to the normal, boring, parts that the idiot lower criminals tended to use the most.
Hands in his pockets, it had taken him the better part of the day to track down a few of said criminals. Getting information was easy when you knew specifically what one wanted, and narrowing it down to two buildings, paused outside as he blinked up at them. Mostly studying the buildings in his own way, pondering it in his head a moment before jerking the door open to the chosen one finally. Scowling as he glanced around, annoyed really. "I could have thrown a rock, maybe it would have hit you in the head, made it easier." He muttered. Though given the worry in his eyes, it was clear he didn't mean it.