(Procz and Frack)
Any thought Procz may have entertained about flashing his tin badge and strolling casually past the cordon evaporated when he saw who was guarding it. He saw immediately that, despite the uniforms and the paddywagons, these were not constables. The whole scene was wrong: they were at once too vigilant about holding their line and too permissive of the striking workers, who had been marching and chanting just outside the factory doors unharassed for the better part of two days now.
Even from a distance, however, he could see that there was no burly half-orc among them, female or otherwise. That didn't have to mean anything: workers walked the line in shifts, just as they labored. Ilya Gyula might very well be asleep right now, or tending to an elderly relative, or otherwise living what scraps of a life JP Cognelius permitted her in the time he did not claim as his own.
But the kobold's gut told him otherwise. The fake constables lent a fresh sense of urgency to Ilya's absence. Something was wrong here, something deeper than disgruntled workers.
Sorry, I realized I focused only on Procz here, but Frack is with him as well, as is Zúm. Feel free to backtrack a little if you want to cover anything about your discussion before you arrive at the factory or how you get there or anything like that.