Svetlana had been sitting at her designer desk for over an hour now transfixed by what she'd been reading on the dark web. Today wasn't like most days for the Nephilim. In fact, today had been very different and unusual for her. Ever since Thaddeus had left the city for reasons still unknown to Svet, she'd thrown herself into her work with the government job that Cornelia Bradford handed to her the moment she arrived to the city. Some days went by that Svet couldn't help but think about Cornelia, and how gracious she had been towards the damaged Russian Nephilim, and other days went by where Svetlana wanted nothing more than to give her new ambassador a chance. A woman who seemed equally as damaged as Svet herself. Either way, here she sat going through the same files she had been engrossed by for the past couple of days, trying to make sense of it all. 

Svetlana worked for a secret service after being upgraded in her current position with the government which meant that now, she had full access. In some ways, Svetlana had more power than any judge, lawyer, cop, etc. Her club meant the world to her, co-owning Sinister Sounds with Dominic was a life she was ready to get back to, but until then, this definitely had distracted the Nephilim. One missing prostitute after the next, after the next finally made Svetlana realize something terrible was happening in the more ghetto part of the city. It was normal right? For prostitutes and addicts to end up missing.. Most of them just didn't want to be found while they were out binging and doing their thing. But, the amount of names in this file definitely had Svetlana's interest, and as if some magnetic force stood between her and the streets, Svet found herself grabbing the file, and moving towards the exit of her work place. 

The weather wasn't bad, and Svetlana felt the urge to let her wings loose for a moment. Finding an isolated area to take off from, Svet gripped onto the file folder and soared through Evermore's cloudy skies, quickly making it to her destination, which landed her in a pretty shady area. One could only see this place as sketchy. The moment Svetlana began walking this part of the city, she could immediately gather what people were doing. The women were street walkers, and a few of the men she had passed by were drug dealers. Svet approached two females who seemed way to young to be out here, and pulled a picture from her folder. "Do you two know this woman?" she asked with a soft spoken tone, and kept them at arms length as a precaution. The females posture completely changed, they went from cool calm and collected, to nervous and jittery. "I know what you two do, and I don't care about that.. I mean I do but i'm not here to take you in.. Do you know her?" Svetlana asked again, holding the image even closer to them. "She use to walk the streets with us.." one of the females replied, while the other was simply to nervous to talk at all. Svet sighed softly. "How old are you two? You both look like kids" the Nephilim stated with a frown adorning her features. "Old enough.. You don't even understand the half of it" the female said to Svet. Svetlana didn't understand active addiction, or what it was like tp pay your way through life with prostitution, but she did believe that there was hope for anyone and any situation after what she had lived through herself. 

Several hours after walking this side of the city, Svetlana decided she needed to do this another way, which led her to a parked van selling clothes, buying the skimpiest outfit she could get her hands on and after changing in an isolated alleyway, the Nephilim began walking the streets again, this time, with a different approach. As a street walker / prostitute herself. She needed to find who was responsible for all the missing women in this part of the city. What better way than to live the life of one of those women herself? It didn't take long before Svetlana saw a male coming near her (Nik) absolutely unaware that he was posing as a customer, both of them with the same intentions, but truly unaware. 

Svetlana was so new at this, that she began to shake nervously, but she spoke nonetheless. "Looking for a good time handsome?" she questioned with utter confidence, meanwhile she felt as if she'd puke just at the thought of selling her body like these females had been doing. Svet didn't understand it.. why not just work? Even if the pay of a minimum weige job was shitty, it had to be better than belittling yourself for men who didn't give a rats ass about you in the first place. The Russian Nephilim stood there occasionally glancing at the male, wondering what would happen. She knew she was putting herself in a little bit of danger by posing as a prostitute, but at the same time, she was confident she could take him if she had to defend herself. 

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Life is hard, no matter how to take on your direction. Things always change more then it stays the same. The afternoon with the Dhampir came in, he got word of a case he will be on. Nikols let his blue-green eyes looked at the file and what the case is about with a sigh. Unfortunate but something to look into. Nikolas is not one to judge someone by how someone wants to live there life. Sometimes doing something you don't want to is the easier answer. 

The rest of the day, Nikolas did his research and keeping in mind what the women do and the area that might give clues. It didn't shock him to know it's only one part of the city these women go missing but it's something that needs to stop. 

When Nikolas felt like he had everything to go into the area, walking out he said his goodbyes before putting on his jacket. Slipping the paper of the information in his inner jacket pocket, getting on his motorcycle making sure had everything he needs before speeding away. The Ghetto part is an area he tries to avoids, mostly seen in the area during a case he is now apart now. One piece of information they never told the dhampir is that he has a partner to work with. One that will bit him in the butt later if he does not watch his words. 

As the night grew closer and closer, Nikolas turned into one of the streets where he already sees prostitutes on the streets. You would think word will get around that women are going missing and nowhere to be found? Nikolas parked his bike, turning off the motor so no one can't take it being to walk around after putting his helmet down. Looks like asking around is how these cases work, find someone who knows the women in question, and get information from them, hoping for a lead. 

Taking a few steps, the dhampir noticed a really pretty female by herself which to him finding that uncomfortable knowing she should know the dangers. Nikolas started to talk to her. The closer he got is when she spoke up with a smirk coming from his lips. "Not really, You should be careful of the streets, rumor says women are going missing." Nikolas knew he had to talk lightly about the case. "Have you heard about the happening that is going on Miss?" The Dhampir though why not start asking now since this is the first person he sees after driving around to park.

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