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Normally Frankie dealt with Dark witches and wizards who wanted nothing better to do than cause chaos and attempt to knock him out cold. Today, however, he was on the lookout for some vendor that allegedly was up to no good with his business dealings. This type of manhunt wasn't exactly his forte needless to say. The risk was low. The adrenaline wasn't high. He was bored with it all.
But here he was, walking into the tattoo parlour on a mission. The area for street vendors was, of course, vacant, so there was really only one thing he could do. Interrogate and hope something would come of it.
"Excuse me," the blond interrupted the three that were present, ignoring the tropical bird that sounded the moment he walked in. He flashed his badge at them to show that he was there on serious (though painfully mediocre) business. "Sorry to bother, but there's been reports about some vendor that's been selling 'round here. Apparently selling false artefacts and passing them off as real. Would any of you happen to know anything about that?"
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