"They sure have a lot of members…"
Leaning back in his chair, Dante let his head hang back as he faced the ceiling. A series of screens were projected on his field of sight, each one playing the recording of a shooting. The victims all had skull face tattoos, though the size of some differed.
"They are a big gang."
Relaxing on a nearby coach, Riot popped his fifth beer for the day. It wasn't even noon yet.
"Still nothing?" He asked.
"Nope." Dante sighed.
He had sent four teams into Red hill, each one consisting of five members. Their goal was to blend in and gather info, but at the moment, that wasn't working as well as he had thought it would.
His original plan was to use Type 8's Spatial Awareness ability to scan the entire district and locate the places he wanted to target. Unfortunately, even at Level 6, the amount of details they could gather was very limited, making it very difficult to discern things on a large scale.
