The jail cell was illuminated by the only set of eyes in there. They were red. Not bloodshot red but actual gleaming red eyes that followed Jayce as he paced the cell. With every struggle from Warwick the chains he was being held in whirred ever so tighter. A special gift from Heimerdinger in order to help with the interrogation. The yordle scientists had still not told anyone exactly what was stolen from his laboratory but was just as eager as everyone else to track them down, even going as far as to assist Caitlyn in collecting any DNA samples he could find. But they were not idiots. It was obvious that Zaun was all over this. They just needed proof. It wouldn't be right to cause a war between the two cities based only on a hunch, especially when Piltover had been going through such a peaceful time of it as of late.

Jayce delivered another blow to the upper body of Warwick, both his fur and Jayce's fist splattered with each other's blood. Caitlyn and Heimerdinger had been sure to not let it slip to the Piltovans what he was doing under the police station, it would after all ruin the public's perception of him as their heroic defender.

Finally Warwick let out a low snarl. The mercenary had not seemed to have weakened in the past few days since he was captured. More terrifyingly it seemed more like he was just getting more bored. The red eyes never flinched, they just grew with intensity with each punch.

"Are you finally ready to talk? I've dealt with more powerful men than you and trust me when I say I could do this all day", Jayce tilted his head closer to Warwick's slick black snout.

The werewolf simply chuckled, deep and loudly. The sound sent a chill up Jayce's spine. He took one last look at the chained man and hurried out of the cell, making his way up the stairs and into the main office. It was empty today. Caitlyn was either off doing patrols along the borders or sitting anxiously besides Vi's bed. Just as Jayce was to settle into one of the many empty chairs a single purposeful knock on the office door disrupted him. The bustle of the city hit him like a wave when he opened the door and he was reminded of the many reasons why he loved the city. Academics and their bright young apprentices practically floated around the streets in fanciful white or red robes. The light mist that hung over the white marble and hextech city never had chance to settle from the constant various devices that flew around and the light whirring sounds mixed in perfectly with the birds cawing from above. In that moment it was easy to think that just a few hundred meters below them lay the disgusting underbelly of Zaun. Yet Jayce's current problem stood bold upright in front of him. The cropped white hair of Clan Ferros' Priniple Intelligencer stood out against her blue robes which clearly had her Clan's crest tailored onto it.

"Camille", he feigned a smile, "To what does the Piltover City Police deserve this visit?"

"Ah Jayce, of Clan Giopara, how surprising it is to find you here", her cool and almost robotic voice was almost as terrifying as the wolf in the basement, "May I enter the premises?"

He stepped back and allowed her in. Jayce settled back into the seat he was in prior while Camille stood towering over him, hands clasped behind her back. The gentle machinery in her legs was almost soothing to Jayce if it wasn't for two bright blue eyes baring into him. It was no secret to anyone that two of the city's ruling clans - Ferros and Giopara - had some... issues with each other. Jayce always suspected that Ferros had a much darker history than they were letting on and even in the present day he always believed they had some economic ties to Zaun. It was also no secret that Camille had herself the support of Clan Arvino too. So, what was the main face of two of the ruling clans as well as one of the most powerful fighters in the region doing turning up at the police station?

"I'm afraid our sheriff isn't here at the mo-"

"I know. I am here for you", she mused.

"Ah so what can I help you with? It must be a rather important issues that you had to speak with me privately about."

She smiled humorlessly, "The recent attack has the other clans in a slight... worry. Now you seem very close to this investigation."

"Vi... ahem... The officer that was injured is someone I have worked closely with in the past. I see it as a duty to help anyway I can."

She held up a hand as an order to silence him, "It is unimportant to me. I am simply ensuring that you know any information you have must be relayed to the other clans so we can deal with this issue as a group. You are not the city's ruler. I am here to remind you of this. Do not be fooled. Simply because the public support you does not mean the clans do."

Jayce attempted a nod of his stiffened neck and called out to Camille as she began to walk towards the door, clearly done with her thinly veiled threat, "I promise I will bring anything new I find to the clan's attention but currently I don't know anything more than the rest of you do."

She paused at the door and smiled that chilling smile once more, "Jayce. Next time you lie to me it would be wise to clean up first. Your hands speak the truth." And with that she was out the door.

Jayce's heart pounded against his chest as he looked down at the bloody fists he had forgotten to scrub clean. What if he was right about Camille and she did have connections to Zaun? If that was true both she and Zaun would know he was torturing Warwick in the basement. Shit.

The Gray Lady zoomed across Piltover's streets, silently swooping and rising through the mist as she made her way to her family home where there would be a fresh cup of tea waiting on the living room table now that she was done with her to-do list for the day. Genna, her grand-niece and master of the Ferros clan would be waiting for her for updates from the past few days of her espionage on the armchair parallel to the table where her tea would be cooling. That girl was both exceedingly strong minded and an absolute sweetheart to Camille which was the exact reason Camille chose her to lead the clan. And yes, Camille chose her. It was much more Camille's style to be in the shadows of the city's operations and it was obvious that the higher-ups in the city preferred to deal with a polite girl like Genna rather than a cold-hearted half-machine. Clan Ferros had Genna as the face and Camille as the mind, and the legs.

The door to the family home automatically swung open at the sight of Camille dropping down in front of it and a young voice called from the living room. Camille smiled contently at the sight of her grand-niece.

"A good day?"

"It was a productive day, my dear", Camille smiled lovingly.

"Will you be staying for supper tonight or do you have... other tasks", the girl smiled over the rim of her teacup.

"I may be visiting some of our friends down below tonight."

"Are there any issues, auntie?"

"Nothing at all. We just need to ensure we have options on both sides here. Make sure our friends in Piltover trust us and I will continue our connections with our less than savory acquaintances", Camille allowed herself to sit back in her chair for the first time in days and slowly sip at the tea.

"And, when the time comes?"

"When the time comes, we will pick the winning side. Our family has no need to gamble."

As the two women drank their teas and planned their future, Piltover carried on ticking in the background. The ticking and whirring never stopped. Always unflinching; always unsuspecting.