A trip to the bank

Adam made his way from the motel he'd spent the night, wondering where to start. James had the next trail to follow, but, well... Last I saw of 'im, 'e was splattered all over the inside of the now trashed VTOL's cockpit... Might as well ask around, see if anything weird's been happening 'round 'ere He wondered off in search of food and local gossip after planting a few small silvery button-looking things here and there.

Around lunch time, while enjoying his coffee in a small privately owned coffee shop, he heard his first bit of useful news; a cop at the table next to him was talking loudly to his partner.

"You hear about that bank robbery?"

"Yea, crazy! Roof caves in, vault gets cleaned out, and some crazy guy in golden armor gets strangled, and left naked in the lobby!"

"I heard his armor got stolen too, and that his... bits were ripped off..." The cop trailed off uncomfortably, both of them wincing in sympathetic pain.

"Glad we didn't get called to respond to that."

"Yea, tell me about it. 'm also glad I don't use Western National. I 'magine their interest rates will plummet while they try to recoup from this." Around this time, the cop noticed Adam's poorly masked interest in the topic, and thought it somewhat rude. "What're you lookin' at emo-boy? Can I help you, or not?"

"Sorry, but did you say Western National? Could you tell me which one? I've a security deposit box in the branch a couple blocks away from 'ere."

"Well, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that's the one. I doubt it'll be open for a few months while they repair the damage, you can probably ask the branch in Cambridge to recover the box for you in the mean time."

"Thanks mate, guess I'll 'ead there now..." Adam stood, finished his coffee, and headed off to find the destroyed bank.

A couple blocks later a now rather shabby looking building loomed into view, the large brick facade had a number of golden letters missing from it, but what could be read stated "We-t--- --tio--l B-nk". Yellow police tape was everywhere, and cops were patrolling around with obnoxious regularity. Adam ducked into a nearby alleyway and fiddled with his watch for a minute or two, before shimmering for a moment and then fading to invisibility. All that could be seen for a moment or two was a bright blue glow at chest-height. He waited for it to fade, and then exited the alley and strode in through the front doors.

Inside lay the gruesome scene. Wonder whot happened in 'ere! Bloody war zone if ye ask me... Let's find out... With that thought he pulled his toolbox off of the small pack he had on his back, and started to rummage around in it. A minute or two later he pulled out what looked like a home made iPad, and some thick goggles, and put them on. He twisted the goggles lenses for a minute, then muttered an arcane word. Traces of magical residue revealed themselves. Several were woven in the air around the corpse of Matao, though Adam didn't know him. Poor bugger, little good those protective spells did for him. Ah well...

Looking elsewhere, where the roof used to be, along with in towards the back where the wall was smashed through to reveal the now empty vault reddish daemonic residue hung in the air. Hahah, gotchya. Now to see if it's the right daemon. He looked to the tablet, and tapped the screen, muttering an arcane word. The screen lit up, and 6 numbers appeared on screen: Hour, minute, second, day, month, and year. He looked at it for a moment thinking and then decided to go with seven in the morning, and scan forward until the attack to see what happened. He flicked the numbers about accordingly, scrolling through each to find the appropriate number. After all the numbers corresponded to the correct time he muttered one last arcane word, and the screen grew fuzzy for a second, before showing the area he stood in as it would have appeared earlier that morning. He tapped the screen and it showed him events happening at four times their normal speed, until the building shook, he tapped the screen again and it slowed to real-time.

Dust filled the screen as he watched the roof collapse, before an immense figure, shrouded in the grit still floating in the air, smashed through a wall and ripped the vaults door off its hinges. After looting around in the vault for a minute, a man in golden armor ran in through the front entrance. The Daemon paused in its looting, and turned to deal with the latest annoyance, pausing slightly to finish its current victim. Adam adjusted the viewpoint slightly and then freezed the image with a double tap to the screen. He looked intently at the Daemon's face for a full minute, before coming to a decision. This was definitely his demon. He put the tablet back into his toolbox, and hastily left the bank, realizing his cloaking spell would likely wear off soon. Heading back to his apartment outside the city he resolved to set up some tracking spells the next day, and maybe find some more people to help him. Maybe an elemental would be of use to him.