The roads less frequented were found towards the city rather than the water - warehouses that saw more use were generally closer to where the fishermen needed them most. The super senshi steered clear of those. Instead he followed the signatures of a small group of civilians somewhere off to his left. The scent of sea salt and fish, metal and rotting wood wafted by him like fog as the senshi leaped from roof to roof in search of targets to drain. He was quiet, perhaps too much so as he didn't even rouse the sleeping bums packed between buildings in houses made of blankets and cardboard.
Stopping at the most dilapidated warehouse of them all, Carnelian found a jutting piece of rooftop and perched there for a moment. That's when another scan revealed something interesting - a Chaos signature, equal to his own.
The sound of metal swirling on metal, like a ring around a pole, reached him next. The redhead turned on his perch and gazed inside the warehouse to find a Captain. He was red in the face, tall and dark-haired, muttering to himself in a language Carnelian couldn't understand. Perhaps he was in trouble? Needed help? The least he could do was help the man and besides, Carnelian owed it to the Negaverse officers to make himself more useful. Dropping down to the floor in one graceful movement, Carnelian decided to speak up.
"Good evening, officer. Is there something the matter?"
Strickenized
