[PRP] Enforcement

[Blood_Goddess]

The darkness never bothered Jerome, why should it? if anything it was more helpful, even if it made seeing where he was going difficult.
But in the dark he could just blend in, and be another monster in the shadows, and another shady figure going his own way. <********, people didn't even have to see him if he didn't want them to, and tonight, he didn't want them too.

The hospital, easy enough, he knew where that was, though what he was looking for was a different story, he knew the last name, Got it from Twitchy, found a way to remember it, and just went from there, and with Izaya as a room mate, it wasn't hard at ********' two rich bastards working as doctors in a hospital. Ain't no big deal, he's done this countless times, not to say he really enjoyed it, but after seeing what the kid back at HQ had been left with on his face, Jerome found it pretty easy to get the point across to the man with the big rings.

Parking was always quiet at night, and tonight was no different.
A figure with a dark hoodie pulled up over his head sprinted through the dark walk ways, pausing at the corners of the structure before he ran out again, keeping out of the light. Get out of there quick, he knew the women would probably find her way to a phone about now.  

[Suudonym]

Luke's visits to the hospital were growing less and less frequent - well, the routine visits, at least - and were usually as simple as readjusting the dosages of the medicines he was gradually taking less and less of. His appointment earlier today had been one of such a nature, though he'd eventually come to realize that he'd left behind an important piece of documentation. It was late by now, late enough that the receptionist had either left or just wasn't taking calls anymore, and though he understood that it would probably be easier to just call in the morning, his evening's errands left him close enough to the hospital that it couldn't hurt to go back and check if anyone was still there.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Getting out of there wouldn't be a problem, so his movement were not so urgent that he needed to rush. No reason to worry really, though he knew that if anything, he was still just... angry.
Beating the s**t out of a ******** who deserved it just didn't seem to hold the same satisfaction as it used to. But maybe now he'll know what he put his son ******** in his thought he didn't stop to pay attention as he stormed around a corner, unable to even sow in time as he plow right into ********!" He barked, staggering backward from the force as he caught his footing again.