They had been so close. They could see loose bits of paper flutter about on the floor.
Where was she? Rorschach was furious. After many broken fingers, pointless whimpers, and added questions on the twisted trail for the Twilight Lady's base, all they came to was an empty den with broken lights.
Nite Owl sighed. "Looks like we were close. They probably left a few hours ago."
Rorschach already guessed that much already. They were onto them, they needed to move faster now, they had wasted too much time already.
"Maybe we should call it a night."
"No."
"It's not like we have anything to draw upon."
Rorschach looked around the room. The lights were getting dimmer. They had checked the various backrooms and cupboards to no avail, and there wasn't anything remarkable in any of them other than for a few black, skeletal hanging aviaries in what appeared to have once been a closet.
"Didn't know she had an interest in birds." Dan remarked idly.
"Hurm." Rorschach fiddled with the door to one of the cages. It clicked open almost effortlessly. He pulled out the used wads of paper and shuffled through each of the colored leaves dotted with white and feathers.
"Sloppy." Nite Owl wasn't sure as to how to respond to this.
"Well, it's a natural function."
"Careless." He handed the papers to Daniel. Turns out they were bills and invoices.
"Well, what do you know…" Dan fumbled through them, "How are we going to tell what's written on here? This stuff's almost as bad as correction fluid."
"Not that difficult."
That was true. Dan could almost make out half of the address to an old warehouse across town. "You think this could be it?"
"Only one way to know." Dan barely had enough time to register Rorschach leaving the room.
(A/N: Well, I've never written anything for this fandom, and I've never read the graphic novel, so if this is OOC, please let me know.)