"We should wait for backup," Claire said to Nathan as he descended into the sewer. When he ignored her she sighed and followed him.
He took out his phone and turned on the flashlight. He pointed it at the ground and found more skin pieces.
They followed, pieces of skin and fallen teeth to a dead end.
"What now?" Claire asked as Nathan looked around.
"There should be a manhole cover around here that leads outside," Nathan mentioned.
"I think we should head back," Claire advised.
"Help me look, there should be something that can lead us to them," Nathan encouraged her.
"Check this out," Claire said to Nathan. They squatted at a puddle of goo.
"It's the same slimy substance on the skin," Nathan mentioned.
"Yes, it is something they secret when they shed their skin to make the process less stressful," Claire explained.
They followed drops of the slime to a vent.
"They could not have possibly passed here. The space between the bars is about three centimeters," Nathan said.
"Covered in goo, they could slip right through," Claire assured him.
"Where does that lead?" Nathan asked and Claire shrugged.
They walked back the same way they came. When they got out of the sewers. They tried to get to the vent from above.
It led them to a speakeasy. As they were about to enter they were stopped.
"We are closed at the moment. Come back at six," A muscular dark man said to them.
"We just want to take a look," Nathan said as he tried to force his way inside.
The man dropped his cigarette and blew smoke in Nathan's face.
"I said we were closed," the man repeated.
"Sorry, we wanted to host a party here," Claire said as she tried to sound more feminine.
"I get it, call, make a reservation, and come back at 6pm," the man said as he moved towards them.
"Okay, thanks see you at 6," Clair said and dragged Nathan away.
"What are you doing? I could have convinced him," Nathan argued.
"Did you not see the tattoo on his neck?" Claire asked.
"I did, what about it?" Nathan asked.
"That cloud is that of the weatherbys," Claire explained.
"Weathebys?" he frowned.
"Yes, the military contractors and weapon manufacturers," Claire clarified.
"Haven't heard of them," Nathan said.
"Okay let me explain, all of the Payne's wealth is estimated at 20 billion?" Claire said.
"Yes, more or less," Nathan agreed.
"The Weatherbys are worth trillions," Claire said.
"Why would people worth trillions be robbing a bank?" Nathan asked and Claire shrugged.