Heading to the baddest part of town, Curt picks out where he might find out more information. He picks out a bar in the back ally behind a Macy's. Storming into the bar, the letter in his hand, he slams one of the patron's head into his glass. Rakestraw goes up to the now terrified barkeep and growls," Would you know anything about THIS?!" He shoves the note into the barkeep's face."N..N.. Not exactly," the barkeep stutters," but they might." He points over to a group of surprisingly well-dressed men in the corner. "Thanks," Rakestraw snorts as he strolls over to the men, cracking his knuckles.
Walking out of the bar wiping teeth and blood off his shirt, Rakestraw reads his newly found note, it reads, " In the old church, at the very top of the steeple..." Curt hails a taxi and speeds away. Dark clouds are forming as Rakestraw steps out of the taxi. Suddenly, a voice over a loudspeaker shouts, " YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE COME LOOKING!" People are running through the streets, shouting, "HURRICANE!" Winds howl and rain pounds the ground, knocking over trees and lampposts. With one fluid movement, Rakestraw leaps into the air and critical-hits the hurricane into oblivion. "Aww, that's adorable." Curt mutters to himself. Filled once again with urgency, he speeds into the church and begins running up the stairs. he comes to a door at the top and begins pounding on it with all his might. Rakestraw then wakes up to the barkeep banging on the bar. "Wake up, man! You've been here all night, your wife went back to the hotel." Blurry-eyed, Curt looks at his surroundings, " I hope this is soup." He says, looking at his shoes. "Yeah, probably was, now leave!" the barkeep shouts. Curt stumbles his way out of the bar, the sun stings his eyes. He walks all the way back to the hotel with his tie stuck to his head.
Finally,Here's a picture that I found!
