Finch had found Joey Durban easily, well before Reese returned from introducing himself to Detective Fusco. For quite some time, it seemed like the ex-soldier was about as likely to get tangled up in a bank robbery as the older lady he was escorting into the hotel he worked for. Reese sat keeping an eye on him as Finch rattled off Joey's history in his ear.
When he got off work, Reese followed him into town. He stopped to buy some groceries and then continued walking, though the address that Finch had found for him was quite a ways away. Reese raised an eyebrow when Joey turned into an apartment building; surreptitiously looking behind him to be sure he hadn't been followed. Reese was too skilled at blending in, however, and he didn't notice him.
Waiting long enough to be sure that Joey would be out of the doorway by now, Reese followed him in. Tracking had never been a really strong part of his Talent, but he had learned enough to be able to track short distances. This made it quite clear that Joey had entered in the apartment at the farthest end of the hallway, the door marked number nine.
Reese tapped his earpiece. "Finch?"
"Yes Mister Reese?"
"Joey just brought groceries to an apartment near where he works. This might be where Theresa lives. Can you pull up the information on it?"
"What's the address?" Reese told him and for a few seconds all he could hear was the soft tapping of computer keys. "There is no name on the apartment," said Finch's puzzled voice. "The landlord rented it out a little over a year ago, but there is no name on the lease and the contact number is disconnected."
"If Theresa is Talented enough to disable everyone's Talents and Powers within a bank, than—"
"She easily could have manipulated the landlord to lease the apartment to her with no questions asked," Finch finished for him. Reese nodded, forgetting that his employer couldn't see him.
Just then, Reese could hear a commotion from inside the apartment and a sudden scream of "Joey!" before there was a great crash of broken glass and the unmistakable keen that signified the presence of a revealed Unknown. There was a gunshot and then silence. All of this occurred within the space of a few seconds—quicker than Reese could reach the door and get in.
There was only a couple seconds before heavy footfalls came towards the door. Reese quickly rounded a corner to conceal himself in the basement stair well. Joey slammed out of the apartment and though his face outwardly held no expression, Reese could see the rage in his eyes and the swirling scarlet, red and orange in his churning aura. Underneath that, though, the colour was much more telling. It was the navy blue of fear.
-Sorry for the cut-off there, but there will be another chapter soon! ~II