Semiautomagic. (A Modern magic RP. Anything goes)

[Herr Mullen]

The agent locked his car, and pulled on his crombie. He put the hands free set in his ears, the micropone dangling by his neck.

"A man matching the target's discription has been sighted stalking the hotels of the city. He was last reported to be headed toward Le Rue Chien via Bourgiose Boulevard."

"Right-o: I'm following his trail."

The agent paused, and headed back to his car. He unlocked it and put a black trilby on: foil lined, in case of mind readers. It was a little warm, but its protection was invaluable. Certainly, it would fool this target. He put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked in the evening breeze. Turn right at Mainyard Place, down Rue Chien... he looked up at L'Hotel Chien Noir. Several policecars, siriens blaring, drew themselves up at the enterence. He reached into his pocket, took out his phone and dailed the number.

"Homonculous. Scour phone taps for L'Hotel Chien Noir in the last two hours, for the emergency services."

He watched as two covered bodies were wheeled out of the entrance and into an ambulance.

"Patching tap, standby."

"....Bonjour, services de secours. Quel semble