April 30th, 10:58pm
The buzzing sound kept following him. Matt could no longer deny that he was being tailed. After doing a three-sixty degree loop, the tinny whir was still at his back. He paused and focused to allow his radar senses to open to their maximum.
A scarab beetle made of metal. If that wasn't wizarding work, he didn't deserve to be a Hound. Matt took careful aim and let his new police style baton fly. Following the crunch of destruction, the device made an odd and quick vibration before spiking in temperature. Fearing an explosion, Matt rolled away and stayed down. No boom. The Devil carefully investigated, retrieving his baton from the puddle of melted muck.
Shit. No way to trace the maker now it's destroyed...
He grit his teeth in frustration. Someone was spying on him and he wasn't sure who or why. Most disconcertingly, it was someone with magic. The only outlet he had was to finish his patrol. The thugs down river would catch his ire if the beetle's owner didn't show to investigate its destruction.