Clive took the paper Yulia handed to him, glancing over it casually as he thought. There was a good chance a sixteen year old would be stupid enough to trespass without needed the likes of Avarice to egg him on. Chances are he was the only one in a small group to take one for the team and got caught. The detective had his suspicions, but there was not a whole lot to work with, so he just left it at that.
He looked over the outside of the warehouse as he and Yulia approached. The building was certainly old, and had not been painted for at least a decade or two, short of the fuzzy and worn graffiti that lined certain walls. Through the windows at the very top, Clive could see that the inside was probably pitch black. It was probably ill-advised to venture inside alone, but that never stopped Clive anyway. Besides, he had his Pokemon. For everything he and his team lacked in battling, they excelled in sleuthing and escaping.
Clive raised a gentle hand to hush Yulia, as if his outstretched hand could slow down the questions as they came thundering towards him. His eyes scanned for the entrances and exits of the warehouse, in case he needed to make a quick exit once inside. Once his line of sight was no longer sufficient, he began circling around towards the other side of the building, scanning for any doors or windows. The main entrance seemed to face the street, with their being another exit on one side. There was most likely another door at the rear of the building.
"Let's see what we can find then," he finally said, releasing his Umbreon from its Pokeball. "I think you're right, we should come back tonight. I'm sure we will find a good spot to hide in while we're searching, so keep an eye out." He glanced towards his Umbreon before nodding towards the entrance of the warehouse. "Let's meet here again in exactly one hour, if we don't see each other before then," he told Yulia. With that, Clive and Umbreon made their way into the warehouse.
Upon entering, the pair were immediately greeted with the typical musty warehouse smell one would have expected. If Avarice was doing anything here, they certainly did not care to keep the place dry. As Clive's eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see that most of the warehouse was empty, but there were clearly certain items that have been moved around recently. The mystery there was who or what would have moved them.
After making a slow crawl through the dark for a few minutes, Clive eventually decided that there was no sense thinking anyone was inside the warehouse in the pitch black. "All right, let's light it up," he finally said. Promptly, his Umbreon focused energy into its rings, illuminating the area with a Flash. "Much better," Clive said. He immediately spotted stairs in the far corner of the warehouse that lead down. There were also metal stairs that lead to a large mezzanine that sat above him.
Clive quietly approached the stairs that seemed to lead into the basement. Without a sound, he leaned over to peer down the flight and saw that they lead to a closed metal door. Through the thick glass window that was centered near the top of it, he could see that whatever room laid passed it was lit. The man drew a quick breath, holding it as he listened closely for any sound that might be coming from below. The sound of his heart beating echoed in his ears, drumming louder and louder before he finally released his breath and killed the noise.
"Sound empty to you?" he asked quietly. His Umbreon nodded solemnly, which prompted Clive to proceed down the steps. It was odd that this place would have more activity at night than during the day, and maybe the reason why would lie within this basement. He stopped at the bottom of the steps, and returned his Umbreon to its ball before sending out his young Zorua. "If there's any trouble, you will have to keep us hidden," he whispered, before reaching for the large metal handle of the door. He gave it a pull, and the thick metal did not budge. "Locked. With a pretty secure door too...."
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