Amongst the cluster of pedestrians making their daily stride down the sides of Starr Park's busy streets was a single Brawler. A dark-skinned male with a leather jacket and boom box on his shoulder. He placed it down as he began his performance with a bit of flair and fancy footwork. The Brawler's Street performance was an impromptu decision upon getting swarmed during his morning stroll. He was never one to disappoint his adoring fans.

*jingle**jingle*

While the audience's numbers continued to grow, they started spilling into the active street. The traffic it caused only added to the already chaotic scene. High above the semi-circle bearing down on them without a clue was the dark jester himself. In the light of the sun, his darker scheme was only conducting twice the heat as normal. Luckily the garbs were loose and silk rather than stuffy and wool.

He took off his cap and scratched his head like a flee-riddled mutt. He blamed the dark moon blue dye that came with his wardrobe change. Pulling down the indigo lock he almost vomited seeing the deep shade of blue. "I hate this stuff," he grumbled to his ally.

Crow didn't bother turning to him. Atop a heater, he continued to look outward at nothing in particular, "Shave it."

Chester walked over to the same unit and looked at his reflection. "And deny the world the gift of my gorgeous face?" Chester scoffed, "You're a monster."

Crow growled like a dog, "Like anyone can tell it's even you."

Chester looked at his warped reflection. His jagged teeth and face paint made him almost unrecognizable. If it wasn't for dressing almost exactly the same he would be able to blend in with the performers at the Big Starr Top Circus. He might still be able to hide even with his current attire.

For now, he needed to keep his eyes on the streets. He ran further away from the crowd towards a branching road with less activity. There were only residential members parading around with the occasional tourists that wandered through as a shortcut. He found a moment where the roads were nearly empty to clamber down a fire escape. A light pole was covered with posters promoting various Starr Park attractions and events. The majority of the posters were directed at the missing Brawlers. They described their disappearances as vacations or grand quests with undetermined end dates.

A new poster caught his eye. It had Chester's face on it with a burglar's mask on. He had a burlap sack over his shoulder and was telling the viewer to keep quiet. It said he had stolen all the candy and that's why Mandy's Candy was currently closed. There was a number on the bottom for people to call if they saw him anywhere inside or outside of the park. The reward for finding him was a shopping spree inside of Mandy's Candy when it opened again.

Crow landed just a few feet behind him. The bird took note of the posters. Despite how cold he could be, the avian didn't feel the need to kick him while he was down. He placed a feathered hand on Chester's shoulder, "Don't let it get to you."

Chester's quiet response didn't exude much confidence, "I know."

Chester knew the children seemed especially rabid and curious today. In fact, a child was running down the street in their direction. Crow jumped back to the roof in a single bound with Chester clambering up the fire escape as quick as he could. The two continued walking down the side road from their perched streets. Chester sent a sideways glance back to the street they just left. The child they dodged attire caught his attention.

She was a young girl with hair redder than the darkest roses. Her little yellow shirt and beige overalls were stained with oil and singed from what he assumed were sparks. He stopped his retreat and watched her from above. The tiny junker had a stack of papers in her hand which she attached to every light pole she walked past. When Jessie made her way further along, Chester doubled back to take a look at the poster.

The poster had a picture of Chester taken straight from Starr Park's employee page. There was a halo over his head with a sweet message below. 'Help Chester steal all the Candy! If you see him call (248) 434 – 5508 to find out how to help.'

Chester's jagged smile almost brought a tear to his eye. She even added in a candy shopping spree to entice others. It was ingenious. Then he noticed the number at the bottom again. He really hoped that wasn't Jessie's phone number. He took down the poster so he could better inspect the craftsmanship. It was clearly done in Photoshop by an amateur but knowing that Jessie made it herself made it that special.

Crow finally noticed his sudden disappearance and found him in the alley. The sound of his chains beating against his leg was audible as he yelled in harsh whispers, "What are you doing?" He noticed the new poster in his hand which Chester quickly pushed into Crow's chest. The bird was unable to process the events until Chester quickly rushed back up the escape.

As Chester retreated back to his rooftop an idea came to mind. He pulled out the note Gray had left for them. The symbol of the female gender plus a small circle. A small girl. When they first saw this and looked at Gray's wall of evidence it was clear that the next target was a young girl. At least that's what they thought. Leon had gone missing so unless his timing was off, Gray must have been trying to tell them something different.

What if it's not the next victim but a potential ally? If Jessie was an ally why hadn't Crow been informed? The bird found him nearly immediately and has been assisting him in his nightly patrols. So why had Jessie not joined them? Crow rushed behind him trying to get his attention. Unaware of the internal debate the clown was currently having.

If she wasn't an ally, maybe it's a warning? What if Jessie knows something? He wished they could return to Gray's office and inspect the evidence once more but Starr Park had confiscated nearly everything within for their own investigation. Chester moved from one top to the other trying to catch up to Jessie. All the while he contemplated this gamble. What if interacting with Jessie was a one-way ticket to getting arrested. She was the daughter of Pam after all.

If Crow knew what he was thinking he would have said the same thing. When he finally caught up to Chester he stepped in front before he could jump to another rooftop, "The hell's going on?" Chester looked through Crow like a grandfather staring through his window at the neighbor as they mowed their lawn. The bird waved his hand trying to get his attention. He snapped his fingers. Even pinched Chester's blue cheeks. The clown was not in town.

Below them, out of view of Crow but directly in Chester's sight was Jessie. The youth's pigtails barely moved as she carefully shifted forward. Each pole she saw was quickly enhanced with a handmade poster. Chester did some moremental gymnastics before coming to a risky conclusion. "We're friends, right?" A question asked aloud to no one but himself.

Crow was dumbfounded. Who was he talking to? Him? Crow struggled to open his beak, "I guess..." Rather than a further response Chester just hopped down below. Crow finally caught the redhead below and realized what had happened. He looked at the poster that Chester had retrieved and mentally cursed himself. This was not going to end well.