[Lockon/Bureizu] It's a Bust

The moment he saw that red head of hair, Lockon knew exactly who he was dealing with. "Bureizu. It's about damn time you came back to Musutafu." Though he'd not worked with the man on any high-profile cases - tending more towards working with other Bloodhounds to make certain that everyone was on the same page more intense moments - he knew enough about him to be sure that he wouldn't have to put the kid gloves on when they were going in. With the pleasantries out of the way, Lockon turned back towards the building, one arm on his rifle while the other motioned towards the apartment.

He motioned upwards, pointing towards a window on the right of the apartments, circling it with his finger for good measure. "There's a drug deal going on up on the second floor. No known affiliations with any major gangs, and intel says that they probably won't have anything worse than a few handguns. The police are leaving this one to us since they don't know what kind of Quirks they've got though, and can't be sure that they're going in prepared enough." His hand went back to the rifle, checking it again before he explained further.

"The plan's simple. I'll take point, and we get in quiet. Go up using the stairs, break down the door, and toss a flash. So long as we catch them off guard, we can drop them before they've got a chance to use their Quirks. It's going to be pretty tight in there, but I don't think there's anything in there we haven't seen before. Any questions?"

"Anything you can't take, I'll clean up. Let's just get this over with quickly - there aren't too many around here that're too happy about heroes snooping around the place. Speaking from experience." Even with the concentrated presence of heroes and police in Musutafu, he supposed that there were always going to be places that weren't as well-covered as the rest, and it was going to take people with a better head for politics than him to see that situation fixed. Regardless, it wasn't his problem at that point in time, and he shifted his thoughts back to getting into the building.

He gave the countdown, flashing his fingers silently so as not to give the game away to any guards posted on the ground floor, and burst in with his rifle drawn to sweep the lobby. While he wasn't particularly surprised to see that there wasn't anyone defending the area - especially since they were nobodies that likely couldn't afford a decent firearm, let alone the people to use them - there was something about the air in the area that felt 'off' to him. Something in his gut that told him that there was more at play than just some two-bit poison peddlers trying to make a quick buck.

He gave the signal to move towards the stairs, and holstered his rifle in favour of his pistol instead. He didn't need the bigger gun's range indoors, and with the size of it, it'd be unwieldy in the corridors and tighter spaces. As quietly as he could manage, he ascended up the stairs, making sure to check past the door to see if there was anyone waiting for them. Part of him counted himself fortunate that there was nobody there, while on the other hand, something unnerved him. The lack of civilians, perhaps? He hadn't even seen one wandering about the area, but since it was the middle of the day, it was likely that the majority weren't even in the complex in the first place. He put it out of his mind, and returned focus to the task at hand.

He repeated the process on the second floor. Look in, sweep the area, and proceed nigh-silently. Heavy though the boots were, he managed to keep himself surprisingly quiet for someone whose Quirk didn't always lend itself to stealth. Before he went on, however, he held up his hand, signalling for Bureizu to hold position. "I don't like this..." He murmured, glancing this way and that, as if he expected something to leap out of the shadows at any second. "There's nobody outside the door, and I can't hear anything past it. Keep your distance and watch my back - if they've got a trap set, I can't have it catching us both."

He signalled to move forward again, though much more cautiously. He stopped to listen at the door, but heard nothing. Just the draught coming in from what was presumably an open window. Once more, he signalled a countdown, letting Bureizu prepare if need be, then breached. A single, forceful, kick was all it took to push open the flimsy wooden door - which wasn't even locked - and Lockon held his pistol in front of him, voice echoing throughout the room. "Freeze! hands in the-" Lockon caught himself before he finished his sentence. Nothing had interrupted him, however. It was the sight before him that did it.

There were five men in the room, each of varying heights and builds, all dressed in casual clothes - jeans, tracksuits, and the like. Nothing that would draw much attention. It was more the fact that not a single one of them was alive that caught Lockon off-guard. Shocked, but still suspicious, Lockon turned his head and signalled for Bureizu to move towards him. He himself stepped forward and began to radio the situation in.
"HQ, this is Lockon. We've reached the location. Looks like they had a falling out - no survivors."
"Understood. I'll send the police over as soon as I can. Secure the area and make sure there aren't any more hiding in there."
"Roger that."

Though he trusted Bureizu’s judgement, Lockon wanted to take a look at the scene for himself. Only a little - so as not to disturb anything and make forensics' job any harder than it needed to be - but the more that he looked, the more something seemed off. "You might be right." He muttered, crouching down by one of the bodies. "Doesn't look like any of them managed to put up a fight. No bullet holes in the wall, and the blood looks like it's been dried a while." A couple of them had managed to draw their guns, but it didn't seem like any of them had managed to fire them.

There didn't seem to be any other signs of a struggle either. In addition to the conspicuous lack of (obvious) bullet holes, it didn't look like the room was in any particularly notable state of disarray either. Moreover, though he couldn't say for certain - being more of a soldier than a forensic investigator - but the wounds on the bodies seemed off to him as well. "Here. Look at the wounds as well. All vital areas. I'm just guessing, but it looks like this probably wasn't just some random knife fight. Looks to me like someone came in here looking to kill these guys, and they were good enough to do it without getting taken down themselves."

He stood up, having looked, but refrained from touching. He'd been on enough cases where some greenhorn had messed up a scene enough that the police had complained to him about investigations taking longer because of it. That aside, he figured it'd be best to leave the investigating to the investigators. The last thing anybody needed was him coming to the wrong conclusions because he missed something vital. Even so, he didn't seem too comfortable about it. "I don't like this. I'm going to make sure that someone keeps me posted on this - anyone that can do this before letting anyone get a shot off's probably going to be dangerous."

Not wanting to risk affecting the scene any more, Lockon made his way out, rifle drawn. He still had to keep others out of the apartment, after all. He waited, keeping an eye on the corridors, though fortunately few people passed them by - and fewer still cared enough about what they were there for to even glance in their general direction, likely just wanting to go about their day without getting involved. Fortunately, it wasn't long before the police arrived to cordon off the area, though with heroes taking care of more immediate problems, he supposed it made sense that the manpower could be spared.

Some quick formalities were exchanged, as well as the promise that he'd stop by the station on the way back to give a report, but it quickly became clear that he wouldn't be needed on the scene. With that apparent, he turned to Bureizu. Though his helmet was still on, it was clear from his voice that the situation had gotten him thinking. "Let me know if anything like this happens when you're out. I'm sure the police'll clue me in if something happens, but even so..."