[Poggio]

This time when he left he decided to leave his dog outside of his cage to let him roam free about the apartment. Tucking his shades on his face, his first task was to retrieve his bike and his second was to return to the club. The place was a dead end since they would not allow him admittance any more. He rode onwards to the apartment, but even after break in, he found it was still sterile. Even the bed room seemed to have been touched by maid hands erasing any evidence that he and the man spent the night together. Finally he rode the bike to the drug mind slave's house. He sat on his bike watching the place. Quietly he found yet another breech in the mans home. This time it landed him in a bathroom. With one hand armed, he stalked through the house looking for any signs of cirro and leveau.