It was a graveyard, the type of place that felt incredibly empty despite appearing full. It always made him uneasy there, the aura of the place putting him on edge. Prolonged stay usually ended in inexplicable headaches, disrupting any possible communication he tried to establish. While that was usually a hindrance, he had come to this place to utilize it for once. He was here to think and contemplate recent orders, and he was there to do so uninterrupted.
Without outside interruption, at least. There were many things inside of that place. They littered the area, disproportionately stuffed animals of various sizes, malfunctioning robots. There were several broken screens hung around the place as well, displaying nothing but static and broken fragments of data. He wasn't sure if any of it was actually harmful, considering he went out of his way to stay out of immediate proximity.
He was to investigate the recent explosion, or more specifically, he was to investigate the cause. The cause, of course, was already slightly identified. He was made privy to information, and told to scout out the cause and determine if it, whatever it was exactly, was a threat. And if it was? Well...
He wasn't told that much.
He was sat on a large plush cube, legs hanging over the edge as he rest his hands on his knees. He began to kick his feet, like a child trying to entertain themselves, and started to think about where he'd start. His thoughts, of course, were thrown off track by a blood curdling scream. Yeah, the place was full of them, too. They didn't really have an origin, just came out of nowhere and always succeeded in scaring the shit out of Enforcer, not that he'd like to admit to it. His reaction consisted of him gripping his knees tighter, then leaning backwards to rock himself off and over the edge of the cube. This propulsion landed him on his feet, and he went through the motions of brushing imaginary dust off of his pants.
"Welp! I think that's a sign that it's time for me to skedaddle the fuck out of here."
He spoke to nobody in particular, but was sure to remain silent for several moments afterwards to make sure nothing responded. That would be too spooky. And so he began to take his leave, heading west. When he reached the outskirts of the place, he paused by a seemingly shut off robot. It was missing an arm, and the front assembly seemed to be completely torn out, resulting it a blown out ribcage look. He narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward to observe it closer, raising a finger and poking at the head of the thing, resulting in it rolling back. He stood up straight and shrugged, the thing must have really been broken. He had taken what must have been a single step away before an arm shot out and grabbed at the collar of his shirt, resulting in him spinning on his heel and forcing his palm into the face of the blasted thing.
It merely dented in at first, but it soon began to smoke and smolder beneath his palm, resulting in his hand completely melting through the face of it before he removed the hand and pushed it away from him. That was more than enough scares for one day, and he promptly left, again heading west and towards the basic direction of the explosion.
Part of him hoped that this would be a simple run for him, just an in and then out as soon as he had been in sort of thing. Another part of him hoped it would turn into a chase, those were always fun. And hey, he was feeling generous, maybe if he did run into anybody he'd let them go and get a head start. That put a smirk on his face, and he began to pick up his pace as he imagined somebody biting his heart to check if it really was made out of gold.