Shutting the door to the dorm, Lance locked both the top and bottom locks. Just to be safe-he didn't want one of the goons to come back for him and try to tamper with what Lance considered to be a great scene of evidence. Keith's room...he hoped it'd have something to offer him. If not, at least he would know the layout for a later time where he could come back and frolic as he pleased. If Keith would still be alive then, which Lance was iffy about at the moment. As he looked around the room quickly, nothing particularly stood out to him. It seemed like a normal dorm for someone of Keith's age. A few newspaper articles about the mafia hung on the wall, broken glass on the floor, letters from someone with a vague name placed on the black mini fridge with cute bunny magnets. Normal stuff.

Lance's eyes widened. Wait. Was Keith tied up with the mafia? He wasn't sure how good of an idea delving into this was anymore, but he found that it also made things more interesting. Keith was taken up by the mafia..he'd owe Lance big if the other were to save him from his probably harsh conditions at the moment! The man grew a wide grin at the thought. Keith would be even more in the palm of his hand than he already was.

Glancing around, just for safe measures, Lance began to really investigate. He first went to the wooden coffee table to the right of him, running his hands over it with a small hum. There was a little bit of wetness on there, stained red. It was nearly fresh, though not quite, so perhaps from the night before. There had to have been an altercation, he figured. The glass could be from either a broken window or from a vase broken over someone's head. What a curious situation...

On the table was a letter. Maybe it'd been placed there before, but the weird thing Lance found was that the letter was not addressed to Keith like the ones he'd seen on the refrigerator. This one appeared to not be labeled to anyone, but still was written as if it was. The only thing it said about who was meant to read it was "Keith's savior," which Lance didn't mind being called, but he would've preferred if they'd said his real name. After all, if they'd taken the time to write a letter, they could've at least done a little research first, couldn't they?

Shaking his head and trying not to get too upset over people not saying his name, he read the letter. Skimmed over it, more like, but read it nonetheless. The gist of the letter was that they [the mafia] had taken Keith and planned on killing him tomorrow night. They said that Lance stood no chance of getting him back, and-

"Blah blah blah!" Lance hissed. "Oh, please. This is the most cliche letter..I can easily figure this out," he stated proudly.

Okay, no, he probably couldn't really figure it out. Not quickly nor easily, surely, but he'd be lying if he were to say he wouldn't try his damndest to put together all of the pieces and find out where his boyfriend-to-be had gone. All he knew so far was that Keith was mixed up with the mafia, they'd taken him, and they planned on killing him the next night. He also could interpret based on the crime scene that there'd been an altercation at the dorm the night previous, and Keith or the other person here had been injured in the said incident. But what did it all mean? What was Keith's part in this? Why was the mafia after him?

And then Lance saw the piece of paper lying on the floor by his foot. It was a clipping from a web article he assumed Keith had printed out to save a part of it. A man named Shiro had been taken and killed by the mafia. Finally...everything was put together in his mind. Mostly, anyway, though it might not help with figuring out where exactly Keith was.

Keith had lost a friend to the mafia and must've been fighting against them to get revenge. However, his plotting and fighting had gotten dirty and messy and they ended up coming after him. They'd showed up at his dorm threatening him, and he slammed whoever's head into the coffee table and kicked them out. Lance knew that Keith could fight, of course, when he wasn't outnumbered. He'd seen him at some martial arts classes not too long ago-he felt like that connected now, too, he must've been training for this. Then, today, since Keith didn't get the hint that it was wrong of him to test the mafia, they kidnapped him and planned on having him share the fate of his friend Shiro.

Pumping his fist into the air and cheering, Lance laughed in relief. Now he knew generally who'd taken Keith and how much time he had, really. The time slot he'd set for himself was mostly correct. But that really didn't help too much, there was still a lot of research and searching that needed to be done. There were a few things Lance needed to figure out before he could try to go after Keith and rescue him from his imminent doom. A. Where the most common places the mafia took people are, B. How many mafia members would be there, C. What weapons they frequently used, and D. What reward he'd push out of Keith after rescuing him. It was 7:30 pm.

Lance decided to investigate the room further. Clearly, the people who had taken him had known that whoever was set to rescue Keith (or planned on it, anyway) would visit the room looking for clues, seeing as they had left that friendly note and all. It was a situation slanted in their favor. The brown haired man could search the dorm top to bottom and only find what the people had chosen to leave for him, which could be very little or just under enough. Unless Keith had also known, which Lance highly doubted but couldn't deny that it was a possibility, in which case there could be hidden information that could be invisible to the naked eye. And to find out which probability was true, Lance would have to spend his very precious time scrutinizing Kogane's room, and honestly, that seemed like it would take far too long. He didn't have enough time to mess around and look at every little detail, so it was best to try to narrow it down to what clues would be most important.

For the given moment, Lance took it upon himself to find Keith's laptop. That in and of itself wasn't the most difficult task in the world, and he easily figured out the password since he knew what Keith liked and what his passwords were since he followed him constantly. It appeared that no one else had been on the laptop besides Keith, so for Lance, that was a positive sign.

His next half an hour was spent searching the web for clues about the mafia. Not specifically Keith's case, as no one probably figured it out yet since here they only reported someone missing after around 48 hours, which was way too much time. What he discovered was that the most notorious places were a building on the dock/pier, a heavily guarded shelter right outside of town, and lastly in an abandoned farm. Lance printed out the locations using Keith's printer, which was luckily attached to the computer with a wire and still functional. The mafia were known to use rapid firing guns and small knives that could be hidden at their sides so their victims couldn't see it coming until it was too late. his concerned Lance a bit since he was very much a person who acted on impulse, so if he charged at one of them without thinking, it could lead to him being stabbed right in the stomach and bleeding out.

Another thing he found was that the mafia were known to torture captured victims before death, and Lance didn't want to imagine Keith being hurt at the hands of someone else. Or worse things, of course, and his stomach turned when imagining them doing the unthinkable to Kogane.

"Gross.." Lance mumbled. "Mullet having sex..."

With anyone else, rather. He thought about making that part of his own payment...

Lance had a shit eating grin on his face once again, unable to completely focus on the task at hand. After a few minutes he was able to gather his bearings and get back to work. He logged out of the laptop and closed it, standing up and holding it under his arm. He was bringing it with him, just in case it'd give him more information he'd need to know in order to save Keith in the cleanest (what a joke) way possible. He was ready to fight whoever tried to stop him from getting the hothead out of there. He wanted to kick their asses and then smirk right in their stupid faces!

Returning to his own dorm, Lance grabbed a bag quickly and packed it with the laptop, some guns, ammo, knives, and the necessary papers. As he was about to ditch his room, he spotted a picture of Keith he'd taken a while ago and nodded at it.

"I'll save you. And you better not be an asshole about it, either.." He murmured, winked, and headed outside to hop on his motorcycle and drive off into the night.