Sobriquet stared down at his desk, mildly dismayed to see that the paperwork had proliferated. Four cases' worth, and not even his own cases at that. Somehow, in his few years here, he had become the office gopher despite his best efforts to keep to himself. Or perhaps as a result of them, he mused. Without friends to defend his desk in his absence, he was the perfect target. All such reasoning aside, though, he did have real work to do. Neatly setting the paperwork aside, he found two new folders. Two cases at once? That was a bit of an oddity; usually, the cases that happened around the New Year were serious enough that they'd bypass an inexperienced officer such as himself. But it wasn't exactly his job to question the judgment of his superiors. He squinted down at the small text, scanning the first file, then the second. The first was fairly routine. The Summer Court and Winter Court were grappling over territory; more specifically, in the form of a drug war. As routine as Sidhe wars might be, involving mortals had been deemed unacceptable, and now he needed to play diplomat and find a good solution. Personally, Kay thought it would have been better to send someone who could actually fight, but whatever. The second, though, was more along his lines. Apparently some regional lord had lost a young son to kidnappers, and had requested help in finding him. The kidnapping had been only a few days ago, so the trail should still be fresh. He stood up-- this one would be easier, and then maybe he could trap someone into doing the other. Having decided upon this, he took off the conspicuously white jacket that he was supposed to wear at all times on duty and donned a black one instead, making sure to keep his badge in an inside pocket. No use getting stabbed as soon as he entered the city proper. He'd heard of an informant; perhaps he could find some easy info on where the lord's son would be. Pocketing the directions, he headed out of his office. With luck, this man wouldn't be too hard to find.