With the item secured, Eddie twisted the bottom and a swirling blade emerged from the otherwise smooth, dark metal surface. Around him no one took any special notice---no notice at all. The bladed weapon was half his six foot three frame, and the twisting blades went almost halfway down the base of the weapon. He went up the stairs with the thing held loosely in his hand, and crossed the street easily. The target was to his left, pretty far down. Eddie could only feel its presence, and the sensation of being pulled in a specific direction.

It was small. It wasn't dangerous to life or limb, but sanity, work, focus, it could destroy. Its influence wasn't strong from a distance, but it would connect to a certain person and feed the person mentally. But it wasn't connected to anyone---it was on the run, and Eddie had to find it before it found someone.