"Thanks for the tip. Come on, let's go find this guy."
As they walk, Amoeba starts to formulate a plan. "So the guy said that anyone who talks about it gets disappeared too. I'm thinking we might have to use this hobo as bait...kinda like the time when we had to dress Cogito up in a maid outfit to draw out that weirdo villain who'd somehow merged with his car."
Tony isn't too hard to find, he's got a group of people gathered around him, telling a story.
"...And I swear to Christ this guy's skull was transparent and glowy, and the other one was all...melty and stuff. They grabbed Jimmy Two-Tones and tossed him in the back of this van, and they just drove off! If I wasn't hiding in the dumpster at the time they probably would have got me too."
Amoeba mutters to himself "Crap, I'm all melty and stuff." Fearing that people might think it's him, he quickly melts into a puddle to try and hide.
SATURDAY MORNING morphs into a hobo, replacing his SATURDAY MORNING GOODGUY MASK and SATURDAY MORNING ALL-STAR COSTUME with dirty jeans, a worn flannel shirt, and sandals. A useless bindle is Created out of nothing. He joins the back of the crowd.
There is a whole lot of nervous muttering and exclamations of "No, it can't be!" followed by assurances that "Yes, I swear it's true.".
Amoeba oozes closer so he can hear better, trying to look as puddle-like as possible.
Cogito continues to do Science things, working tirelessly on a teleportation ray while the laws of physics cry out in agony.
"I fear that, due to our compatriots substandard intellects, they will have some difficulty performing this investigation. Shall we go help them?"
"Yes, I suppose so. Did we give them a phone? If they tell us where they are I can take us right to them."
SATURDAY HOBO smacks his way to the front of the crowd with his bindle and yells in his most crotchety voice "Speak up, sonny! I didn't ride the rails from Mississipi just to hear the end of this story. I rode the rails from Missouri. But still, can you repeat that?"
"Two weird guys nabbed Jimmy over on 3rd street last night. Not much more to tell." he seems wary of you.
"Who are you again? I haven't seen you around here."
Amoeba whispers to SATURDAY MORNING-"Ask if the kidnappings have been in just that location, or if they're taking place at random places in the city."
SatAm asks the man what Amoeba said.
"It's all over the place, but concentrates in a few areas. 3rd street, MLK Boulevard, and Orange Blossom."
Dmitri calls Amoeba. "What have you found so far? And please don't let it just be 'bargain burritos' like last time."
After interrogation by our brave heroes, Tony tells you everything he knows.
Which is, essentially, just what he already told you, with the addition that he saw the license plate of the van!
Armed with that knowledge it should be a simple matter to gain access to a vehicle registry in order to track down its owners.
"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining about those burritos when you were stuffing your face with them. And no, we've got some info, including a license plate. Probably a fake, but it's worth checking out. Meet you guys at the DMV?"
"We could just have Cogito access it from here. Someone of his technical skill should find that easy enough."
Cogito begins the laborious process of digging through the DMV's bureaucratic web of confusion.
The vehicle is registered to one Bartolomeus Madd, a molecular biologist.
He owns three pieces of property, a house, his lab, and an abandoned warehouse not 10 miles from here.
"Right. Rendezvous by the warehouse? Chances are it's not as abandoned as the records say."
"We'll be waiting for you there in one hour."
"Great. See you then." Amoeba hangs up and calls over to SATURDAY MORNING. "Let's get going, if we hurry we'll have enough time to stop at the burrito place before we meet up with the others. Krenshaff made me hungry."
SATURDAY MORNING immediately changes out of his hobo getup into his usual costume. He Creates a clapper and claps it loudly. "That's a wrap! Kind of? Do burritos count as wraps?"
Amoeba shakes his head gravely. "Nope. Wraps are something made up by the hippies as a way to try and have something that's like a burrito, but without any of the grease that makes it good."
After all of your preparations are done (and burritos are scarfed), you easily find your way to the warehouse.
From the outside, it looks as abandoned as its name, save for one thing: A small red light glows on the electronic lock on the door, noting that it is active.
Cogito tries to disable the lock.
Cogito, miraculously, punches in the correct code on the first try, and the door swings open.
Inside, the warehouse is completely empty, at least at first glance...
Amoeba looks around too.
Razputin ferrets out a secret door, which can be opened by the nearby breaker switch. It leads down a staircase, to another locked door.
"Cogito?"
First, Dmitri checks for traps.
The door is electrified.
"Do be aware that the door is electrified."
"Noted."
Cogito looks for a way to un-electrify the door.
Doctor Cogito has no need to;Successfully hacking his way into the keypad disables the electrification.
Inside is a long, nondescript hallway, with two doors on each side (staggered, the doors are not perfectly parallel and perpendicular). It also turns to the right about 50 feet down.
A single security camera stands watch over the door you're about to enter.
"Amoeba, I believe you can move unseen and disable that?"
"If by disable, you mean destroy, then yes. Yes I can."
Amoeba oozes into the floor, leaving only his eyes sticking out of the ground. He then moves over to the wall and up it, next to the camera.