(Criminal)ly Inclined "Do you believe some crimes are necessary? Following that same logic, do you believe some criminals are forgiveable?" -Teal -Restell City, 1999- Seven escapees; one escape. A kidnapper, a thief, an arsonist. A bomber, an assassin, an employer. A copycat, and the mastermind behind it all. None of them asked to be freed, but he broke them all out just the same, wearing only a single mask. The price for their freedom? Simply that they return to their ways, and play a game with him. "Find me before I find you." They couldn't tell from beyond the mask, but he was smiling as he issued this challenge and disappeared almost as quickly as he had appeared to free them. Some of them could only look on in intrigue, while others were happy with the challenge. One smiled to himself, as though he already knew who to look for. Seven escapees; one escape. A kidnapper, a thief, an arsonist. A bomber, an assassin, an employer. A copycat, and the mastermind behind it all. What game is he playing, and what's the prize? "My name? Teal Granger." SCREEEEECH!!! "Thirty-five years old. Detective." A single, two-seater bike came to a stop in front of an brick building from which light was leaking out of a solitary window. "Is it safe? Of course it's safe. She's got me." The male that'd been riding through the dark of night with a backpack slung over his shoulder stepped off and motioned for his younger companion to follow. "Isn't hard enough to get these older ones adopted? I'm offering a nice home and an exciting life." The figure climbed the small flight of stairs, opened the door to the building and flicked on a nearby light switch, revealing a hall with two rooms on each side. "Teal Granger. Put 'er there. Nice to meet you, Jocelyn Runge." Teal closed the door once his "daughter" was inside, and made his way over to his desk, sliding the backpack off his shoulder as he walked. He tossed the bag on a black leather couch opposite his desk, that rested in front of one of the building's front windows. "I don't have any beds in here, so you'll have to sleep there." Having said this, Teal plopped himself in the swivel chair that rested behind his desk. His abode was a messy one. Folders and papers were strewn all over the place, and it lacked any real organization. There was only enough open room on his desk for him to prop his feet up on it when he did whatever it was he called "sleeping". She couldn't see into the other rooms, but it was easy to tell they were probably just as disastrous. The only clean room in the house was his kitchen, thanks to him rarely using it. He wasn't home often, and ate out often as a result. There was a room devoted to filing cabinets that looked like they were merely rummaged through whenever they saw any use. From the position and look of it, it was meant to be a bedroom rather than a storage room. The last room was the bathroom, which was simple at best. A bath, a toilet, and a sink. "This is where I sleep anyway." The male pulled his hat over his eyes, then lifted it up and looked at the girl. "Just like this, every night." Teal placed his hat on his desk and opened one of the drawers on his right, taking out a manila folder and opening it. 'It's been just around a week,' he thought to himself, sifting through the various papers and images within the thick folder. "Jocelyn..." Teal said aloud, looking up at the ceiling as though he were pondering something. He smiled after a moment, signaling he'd come to a decision. "Joey it is." He looked at Jocelyn, who'd by this time seated herself on the couch. Save for his communication with her, the only sound that could be heard was the hum of the air conditioner. "That alright with you?"