The rain had slowed down to a thin drizzle, as Aren and Mirelle step out of the warehouse. Flipping her notebook, and looks at the police car: "Well...that was disappointing" Aren glances at her, "Disappointing?". "No confrontation, no mastermind, just a nervous delivery guy" She shrugged. "Not exactly dramatic."
Glancing at the warehouse door open, and turns front, sighing: "Real investigations rarely are."
A quiet voice spoke from behind them. "Correct." They both turned. Veydrick appears from the dark, closing the door. And walks front looking at the footprints. Aren, straightened slightly, asks: "Do you think this was a setup?"
"Possibly..Or a test."
Mirelle raising an eyebrow, "A test for who?"
Aren looking at the footprints, while Veydrick, his head tilted down, looks up at Aren for a second longer and replies: "For whoever who chose to follow the trail."
Looking up now, Aren speaks: "Then whoever planned it knows we're watching." Veydrick, looks down and nods once and replies calmly: "correct" Mirelle glances at them and smirks.