Don your deerstalker and grab your magnifying glass. This won't be an easy case to solve.

*goes to the cafe with the photo in his pocket*

*You're at the cafe. You don't remember WHY you came to the cafe, since it has no connection to the case, but you came here anyways.*

*checks the cafe by using his view of the past*

*The girl has walked past the cafe multiple times in the past, but never gone inside.*

*fallows the trail where she went*

*Every day except Sunday, the girl enters a journalism office, presumably her place of employment.*

*checks what day it is*

*It is currently a Sunday, but the girl has not entered the building for the past week anyways.*

*speeds the past up and fallows where she went last to her location*

*Eventually, following the girl's past self stops working. She uses a retinal scanner to enter some building, and you can't follow her inside since the scanner doesn't recognize you.*

*calls recon for some help*

Hell: *picks up photo* So is this who she was?

*The letter you were hired by didn't even include this girl's name. These anonymous clients are 𝘴𝘰 helpful.*

(Yes they are)
Hell: I should scan for fingerprints

*Inconveniently, you forgot your fingerprinting equipment at your office.*

Hell: *Drives to office instead of teleporting, so he can look for clues along the way*

*You drive past the archives. Might be a good place to check for some records of the girl you're trying to find.*

Hell: Into the archives I go

*The archivist is probably asleep by now, so you'll be able to work uninterrupted.*

Hell: *Sneakily searches through archives*

*You eventually come across a box containing files on missing persons cases.*

Hell: Let's hope this file has info

*The file indeed has info. There's a missing persons report on the girl you're looking for.*

*You decide it's probably best to read this file at your office, where it's safer.*

Hell: *drives to office* Well well well

*Your office door is unlocked, that's weird...*

Hell: *gets 9mm ready*

*You slowly step into your office, 9mm ready.*

*Someone hits you over the head with something very heavy, knocking you out cold.*

*You wake up tied to a chair in what appears to be a storage room. You have a massive headache.*

Hell: Ouch....I rarely get knocked out...what was that made of?

*Someone steps into the room, holding some kind of... metal taser-bat. They look very much like a thug.*

Thug: "Oh, good, you're up."

Hell: Oh it's a thug

Thug: "You started snooping, we had to take action."

Hell: It's legit an archive for people to look at, what's your point?

Thug: "I suggest you stop investigating this case, Detective. Things won't end well if you keep looking for answers."

Hell: Yeah right *Teleports back home*

*Sadly, you no longer have the missing persons report on the girl.*

Hell: ...Well

*You'll have to find some other way to solve this case.*

Hell: *sits in chair*

*You should probably rest and heal your injured head. You can work on the case tomorrow.*

Hell: I guess I'll sleep

*Calvin blocks the only exit. Jonas starts firing at you.*

Hell: DUDE I WAS SLEEPING

Jacob: * Goes to the last known location in a Black sedan *

*You pull up in front of a recently condemned building in the industrial district. You think it used to be a car factory.*

Jacob: * Gets out the manual from the car glove compartment and looks at the factory number: 2RMA4. Jacob checks if the factory number in the car manual matches the factory number there *

*...this car is indeed from this factory.*

Jacob: That is s u s * Goes into the factory armed with a Glock 19 and 1 flashbang and night vision sunglasses *

*The factory appears to be completely empty.*

Jacob: that s u s

*Suddenly, someone steps out of hiding and fires a flare at you. Since you're wearing night vision glasses, you're temporarily blinded.*

Jacob: CRAP * gets to cover and gets gun ready *

*Two different people start firing at Jacob from different directions.*

Jacob: * Starts running to the car and gets in and drives away *

*As you drive off, a trailer truck speeds in front of your car. You crash into it.*

Jacob: * Gets out of the car and runs * FRICK, FRICK, FRICKKKKKK!!!!!!

*Someone grabs Jacob and drags him into an alley.*

Jacob: So, ummm. Uhhhh, how is your day sir? * Acts very casual *

*...oddly enough, you're standing face-to-face with the town conspiracy theorist, Mr. Rogers.*

Jacob: Well hello there good sir, how are you?

Rogers: "They're after you, aren't they? I told you! I told you the factories were run by the mob! But NOBODY LISTENED! And now they're after you, and you have to believe me now, right? RIGHT?!?!?"

Jacob: Sir, I found something interesting. The car I drove which you guys gave me was made at the same place I was sent to.

Rogers: "That factory made all the cars in this town... they've got spy devices in all of them! And they've got bombs in all the emergency service vehicles they made!"

Jacob: I'll send a shipment of cars to here, I know a good salesmen who can supply you with great cars.

Rogers: "Yeah... get real cars here! Then the mob won't have as much control over us as it does! But first, we need to find Natalie Morgan. She's a video journalist, I think... she must have gotten footage of their criminal activities, and they're planning to kill her! THAT MUST BE THE EXPLANATION!"

Jacob: Hold on a sec * Jacob seems to be doing something on his watch *

Rogers: "What is that, some kinda spy watch?"

Jacob: Don't ask, it was a project I worked on when I was a scientist. Was a very big help

Rogers: "Yes sir."

*...Judging by how Rogers looks, he's been hiding out in this alley for at least a few months.*

Jacob: AHA!! She is located at . . . a shack?? Okay, that is weird but we need to try. I'll get directions.

Rogers: "You can't just go for her guns blazing! She's got to be protected by dozens of heavily armed guards, and turrets, and experimental plasma blasters, and mecha suits, and-"

*Rogers descends into some maddened rant about all of the advanced technology the mob must be using to guard Natalie.*

Jacob: Does she even have a code word??

Rogers: "Why would some ordinary video journalist have a code word?"

Jacob: Wait here

Rogers: "Not like I can leave this alley without getting shot by the turret disguised as a satellite that's on top of that gas station."

Jacob: THE FRICK!?!

Rogers: "I'm a witness. If they figure out I'm here, they'll kill me. I've been hiding in this alley for eight and a half months since I learned the truth about these people."

Jacob: Uhhh. . . what do ya know about this place?

Rogers: "That 'shack' is actually the entrance to their underground base. These mobs guys go deep. They corrupt our officials, they have the power to blow up our first responders at will, and they're using their factories as fronts to smuggle illegal technology into the country."

Jacob: Do you know the locations of all traps, hot spots, weak spots, times of watch, numbers of people, and locations of important places?

Rogers: "No... but I know a way you can sneak up to three people in and out of the complex, and I know how to get to the holding cells once inside."

Jacob: oh, okay

Rogers: "...we just have to deal with getting out of this alley without me getting shot."

Jacob: I have no idea how we are gonna get out of here

Rogers: "...we could hide inside of trash bags and wait for the garbage man."

Jacob: That truck has trackers thou

Rogers: "Let me explain. If we hide in the garbage truck, we'll be able to get out at the waste disposal center, and then we can get to the underground base. The tracker can only sense where the vehicle is, not how many people are in it."

Jacob: Oh, cool

Rogers: "Come on. The garbage man is coming by soon, we have to hide."

Jacob: * Gets in garbage bag *

*Rogers hides in a garbage bag.*

*After a little while, the garbage man comes by. He rolls the dumpster you're hiding in over to his truck and empties it. He then moves the dumpster back, gets in the truck, and drives off.*

*About half an hour later, you reach the waste disposal center. Rogers crawls out of his bag and drags you out of yours, then drags you into the bushes.*

Jacob: Now what

Rogers: "How are you at acting?"

Jacob: Im the best, Ive been around the mu. . . I mean world

Rogers: "No need to lie. I know about the multi-verse and all that. Anyways... we need to pretend that we're transfers to the mob from the Mexico division."

Jacob:¿Entonces hablaremos así?

Rogers: "...I don't speak Spanish but that sounds effective enough to convince them."