This is a rather unfortunate turn of events, Lobo realized. Lacking John Taylor, locating the elusive Agent would be difficult, but hopefully not impossible. Now the question begging to be answered was, "where to search first?" The Street of Gods was out of the question. Agents tend to stay away from beings that powerful. Uptown might work, though it was not a priority. He could try contacting Julian Advent from the Night Times. The Collector also had plenty of powerful items an Agent would want. He wasn't sure where the Collector was though. The Authorities would be a good thing to look into as well, they had interest in protecting the status quo, which the Agent would ruin. Though one place held itself far above the others when you needed rumors. Every myth did have its base in truth, after all.

That was why he was currently standing inside Strangefellows, the self-proclaimed oldest bar in the world. All kinds of strange characters entered the bar at some point, and many of them could point him in an interesting direction. Whether they would speak to a wolf or not remains to be seen though. He carefully observed anyone who looked like they could be of use, and made a mental check next to each of them. One face in particular really stood out. Combined with an absolutely revolting stench that made Lobo wince, he was sure he knew who this was. The Punk God of the Straight Razor himself. Too bad Switch wasn't here, Lobo grinned, this was one of his favorite stories to tell.

Lobo stepped up to the lonesome god, trying his best to ignore his stench. The man was dressed in rags and covered in dirt. His smell was so terrible you could see it, and any flies that flew too close had a tendency to fall out of the sky dead. Razor Eddie slouched in his chair, and lazily glanced over to Lobo.
"What do you want?" he asked, with a hint of annoyance.
You may not know me, but you do know my partner, Lobo ignored his question, getting used to speaking through mental barriers.
"And who would that be?" Not showing the slightest hint of worry.
Switch-Scythe, the wolf said, ominously grinning. The Punk God froze for a moment, his eyes widening, before he caught himself and recomposed. That moment was all Lobo needed though. This was a story he knew well. The Punk God of the Straight Razor was dragged out of the Nightside once. He ended up meeting Switch somehow, and some unpleasantness occurred between them. That was all in the past, but it was very likely Razor Eddie still remembered Switch.
"So what do you want with me?" Back to being indifferent.
I am searching for someone, and you are going to help.
"I never agreed to that," Lobo felt his annoyance growing.
You will help, and I won't bring Switch into this, an empty threat, but Razor Eddie wouldn't know that. He sunk deep into thought.
"Alright, I've got nothing better to do, so I'll help," trying to make it seem like he had a choice, how amusing. Turning, Lobo moved to question the others on his list.

Unfortunately, not a single one of his suspects could point him in the right direction. So where should he head to next? He wasn't sure how to contact the Authorities, so he would have to hope they would find him. Without a solid lead, Uptown would be like looking for a black cat in a coal cellar that may not actually be there. He also had no leads on the Collector, so that left one option. His next target would be Julian Advent then. He turned to Eddie, who stood still looking very bored.
Take me to Advent, he might be of some use. Lobo communicated.
"Alright," he responded passively, "this way." he began walking. Lobo followed.

"So," Razor Eddie began speaking at what Lobo assumed was the halfway point, "Who are you looking for anyway? And why?"
I am looking for an Agent of Chaos. Lobo responded simply.
"What?" A look of confusion crossed his face.
An Agent of Chaos, Lobo repeated, An Agent that serves Chaos. I can't allow him to remain here, or the balance of reality will shift dangerously.
"So, Chaos is your enemy?" he continued prying.
Yes, I serve the Twilight, which is dedicated to preserving the balance between Chaos and Control. He was not used to giving this speech.
"Huh," Eddie gave a look like he regretted his question.
It's best you don't think about it too hard. Lobo saw a suspicious group up ahead. He sniffed the air, they had a reek of Chaos about them. They drew closer, and the suspicious group noticed them. He came to a stop, and suggested Eddie do the same. The group moved to them, the leader one step ahead.
"You are to leave the Nightsi-" his voice died in his throat the moment he saw Razor Eddie. He hesitated for a moment, before continuing, "Oh Christ, we are not being paid enough for this shit!" He turned to his followers, "Run!" They all took off. Lobo gave Eddie a look that said, don't bother, they're not worth it. They started on their way again. Reputation is everything, in the Nightside.

"Here we are," Eddie grumbled, "Now if you don't need me I'll just-"
Not quite, Lobo cut him off, you are still of use. Eddie mumbled something in response, Lobo ignored it. Now came the biggest challenge of this trip, opening the door. Open the door, Eddie, Lobo directed.
"Why can't you do that?" he sulked. Lobo whipped his head around and glared. "Oh, right." he realized, and stepped forward to open the door. This wasn't necessary though, as just before he reached it, the door swung open with quite a force and a man barreled out. He barely managed to halt before crashing into Eddie.
"Sorry," the man mumbled a hasty apology before turning to charge off to wherever he was going.
"Not so fast," Eddie grabbed him by the collar, "We need to speak with you." Still holding the collar, he turned to Lobo, "Here's the man you wanted, I'm going now."
"Wait, what?" the man Eddie claimed was Advent was completely lost.
You are staying until I say otherwise, Lobo responded. He then turned to the man and began communicating again, Are you Julian Advent?
"The one and only. Now if you don't mind, I have some urgent business to attend-"
I have some urgent business as well, he interrupted, It probably has a higher priority than yours.
"That's unlikely."
Does your business threaten the balance of the world? The universe? Reality itself? If not, then it is not more urgent, he refuted. Julian had a difficult time finding a way to respond to that.
"What do you want then?" he resorted to asking.
Information. I need to know about anything that even remotely damaged the status quo in any way, or more specifically, any chaotic way.
"Speak to my assistant," he turned away slightly, "Now if you'll excuse me," he took off running.
Wait! Lobo called, Who's your assistant!? It was futile though, as Julian was already far out of range. He turned to Eddie, Door. Eddie didn't complain, not wanting to anger Lobo any more.

Inside the building was completely chaotic. People and things were rushing to and fro and yelling above each other. "Can I help you?" a voice sounded from Lobo's side. He almost jumped in spite of himself.
Yes, he responded, noticing she didn't react to the fact he was a wolf. He hoped his words were getting across, We are here for Advent's assistant. She didn't react at all. He turned to Eddie and repeated himself.
"Now I have to be your translator?" he grumbled before repeating the message.
Well, aren't we the pessimistic one, Lobo remarked dryly.
"And why do you need to speak to him?" she asked.
Advent directed us to him, saying he could help us with our problem, Lobo responded. Eddie repeated the message.
"Go straight down that way, he's on the left," she pointed.
Thank you, Lobo dipped his head, then turned and trotted of in the instructed direction. Eddie mumbled a quick, "thanks" before hurrying off as well.

Are you Julian Advent's assistant? Lobo asked the moment he got there. The man he was addressing looked confused for a moment, and hesitated a moment before answering.
"Yes," he spoke cautiously, "What do you need?"
We need information on every event that has affected the status quo recently.
"O-Okay," he was too used to taking orders, Lobo noted. He typed some things in on his computer, and brought up something. "This is the most recent event." He continued rambling, but Lobo drowned out his voice and skimmed over the article. This matched the actions of an Agent perfectly. He found his target, now was time for the hunt.
Where did this occur? He asked, pleased that his voice was getting through.
"Um," he looked closely at it, "The Street of the Gods."

...

You have got to be kidding me, Lobo thought. That was precisely where he was certain they wouldn't be.

Chapter 2 complete! Next chapter will be longer and more epic, I promise.

Next Chapter: What happens on the Street of the Gods, stays on the Street of the Gods, hopefully.