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Questrios City, Seven days since Admiral Montrose's disappearance.

Kathryn's investigation was long, filled with twists, and turns. There were many dead ends, but questioning one of Montrose's security staff from prior to the Magi Games brought some actionable intelligence on Kathryn's part. A Strange Reptillian-Xeno was the last person that had been seen with Admiral Montrose.

They happened on the apartment door, the buzzing hall lights were a slight annoyance for the pair, both of whom were dressed in dark trench-coats, black tactical BDUs, and armed with all manner of equipment.

"We tracked him here after the games." Kathryn said quietly, as Michael drew his disruptor pistol carefully, watching for anyone approaching. The hallway was clear.

Kathryn quietly set to work on the locks, with a set of lockpicks, she worked on the doorknob, picking at the tumblers delicately, before twisting the doorknob and unlocking the door. The deadbolt fell much the same way, through careful picking, the deadbolt was retracted, and the door was quietly opened.

Kathryn worked on the chain next, with a small laser pen, she worked on the links in silence, only a subtle hiss from the molten metal, and sparks emanated from the chain. The moment the chain was severed, the door opened quietly, Kathryn kept her weapon pointed inside. The room was clear, and the sound of running water echoed in the distance.

"Running water, occupant is in the shower most likely." She whispered, before slowly pushing the door open.

Michael covered, slowly shutting the door behind them, and re-locking the locks. Through a subtle hand gesture, Kathryn moved deeper into the apartment.

With Michael immediately behind her, she started towards the bathroom, where she grasped the doorknob and nodded back to Michael, who produced a small metal collar, an antimana collar.

She turned the knob, and slowly opened the door, taking great care to not let it make noise, steam wafted past her face, as she quietly holstered her weapon.

With a few brief hand gestures, Kathryn pulled a flash-bang grenade from her trench, and quietly rolled it into the bathroom, then slowly closed the door.

With a brilliant flash, and a deafening crack, Kathryn threw the door open and rushed into the bathroom, the room was filled with a thick smoke, and the woman moved, almost like a ghost towards the shower, throwing the door open, and lunging towards a (hopefully) Disoriented Demor.