Priscilla Asagiri or Priss for short rode her motorcycle down the highway with a confident feeling. Another boomer off the street meant a safer night in Mega-Tokyo. But that in itself is an oxymoron to begin with. Reaching an offramp she turned onto it and slowed. Once on the main road she stopped at a fast food joint. She dismounted her bike and applied the kickstand. Removing her red helmet she laid it on the bike and walked inside.

Jacob melancholically ate his burger with a depressed aura clinging around him. Still coming to terms with what he saw and what had happened. He didn't know how he was going to explain it, and the fact that he had no proof only dampened his mood. Even his ID was gone. Mason must have it or someone at Genom. Or possibly it was in the trash being taken to the dump. Fuck my life. He coldly thought taking another bite from his hamburger. The door opened and the bell chimed earning Jacob's attention. He saw Priss in her red biker suit walking in and to the counter. He looked away as casually as he could manage. He needed time to figure out his next move, he couldn't afford to go willy-nilly on this and shoot himself in the foot. If only he had some proof then this will be less painful than it already was.

"Can I get a number 3 with a medium soda" Priss said at the counter.

Jacob glanced at her and quickly returned to eating. Tomorrow or the next day. He told himself. He pretended she didn't even exist...but she didn't exist back home...just a fictional character but was real here. None of this adds up in the slightest. He mused as he finished eating. Priss had just gotten her meal and was just behind him. Opening the door he let her through. From the corner of his eye he saw Leon. Leon however was too enamored by seeing Priss to pay attention to Jacob. He hadn't even been thanked for holding the door. Letting the door close he walked past them as Leon chatted away. Poor guy wasn't ready to know the truth.

"You wanna grab a bite?" Leon asked Priss as Jacob passed them by.

"Already got one" She dismissively responded.

"Oh ok" He said as Jacob fell out of earshot.

Continuing to walk he now had to find a place to sleep. Most likely he would shack up in an old abandoned building or something of a similar nature. If all else failed under a bridge would do fine.

Priss had watched the man leave as Leon suddenly remembered. Priss found the man to be odd, he looks like he had one too many tranquilizers in his system. The tired look on his face said it all.

"Hey I recognize that guy. It was just when I got the call I had to use the phone booth he was in" He said mostly to himself as he sat on his motorcycle. "What a coincidence" He added in amazement.

Priss shrugged and began backing up. Leon sighed and dismounted his bike. Walking inside he pulled his wallet free. Priss shot off into the night towards home.

Jacob found a place, two stories and opened by squatters a long time ago. But when he entered the place was abandoned. Finding a bed he flopped onto it without any regard. For the first time since he awoke he was finally able to sleep.

Sylia stingray stood alone in her room with the lamp on. Reading a letter delivered to the mail box she used for Knight Saber contracts. She rotated between 10 for safety reasons and she found this letter short of disturbing. A guard from Genom wants us to find this man...not much explanation is there. She thought looking at the photo of the target. He was young early 20s with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He looked kind of scraggly but intelligent as well. Who he was was an absolute mystery aside from his name which was in the letter. Jacob Martin, just who are you and why would Mason be so interested seeing you dead?. She pondered as she studied the photo thoroughly. She didn't know what to really say but if he did present himself she'd press him for the answers she was owed.

"I've got a bad feeling about this" She muttered to herself before laying the ladder aside.

Jacob groaned aloud as he awoke. Laying their he begrudgingly opened his eyes. Instead of being met with his room he was met with the walls of the abandoned building he had taken shelter in...it wasn't a dream or an illusion. Look into the window he saw it was early morning. Sitting upright he did a quick check over and found the money was gone. How could he be so careless!. A wave of misery hit him and he cursed aloud.

"Son of a bitch!. I needed that!" He echoed in the room.

Pulling himself back to his he walked to the door and then made his way down to the ground floor and out the building. Now he had to find them more than ever. Continuing to walk he rounded a corner. Let's try a phone booth. He thought as he moved up the street. Moving up to a phone booth he grabbed the phone book and flipped to the S section. He skimmed it for several minutes until he found Silk Doll with both phone number and address.

"Good, now I just need to get there" He whispered softly.

Tearing the page free he slid into his pocket. Looking around he thought it was very empty on the streets this morning. He didn't even know the exact time.

"Flying by the seat of my pants. Just my luck" He murmured stepping from the phone booth.

He began up the street again he began walking towards down town. As luck would probably be better there given what he had seen in the show. Now he just had to find the shop and Sylia...Who would probably not even believe him no matter how convincing he was. I should at least try. He figured sliding his hand in his pockets. It was gonna be a long day. Especially for the Knight Sabers.

Linna entered silk doll feeling refreshed from last night. Something about fighting boomers just felt right. Sticking it to Genom was also a massive bonus in her eyes. Nene who arrived earlier than her saw her and smiled warmly. Nene had red/pinkish hair done up surprisingly well echoing what she called controlled chaos.

"Hey Linna you look swell" She said eyeing her.

"I had a good night, it's not like I had a girls night out or anything" Linna replied with a wink.

Nene giggled and nodded.

"Your not wrong" Nene responded looking at a rack of ladies underwear.

She really didn't need any at the moment and was just browsing. Linna did the same. Both kept browsing and chatting as a few more customers entered, mostly women and very few men ever came to the store. It was an unspoken thing which even Sylia didn't even understand it. It was then another customer entered. A man!. Sylia looked up to see the sand face from the photo. She hid her shock behind a mask of cool and calm as he approached her without even looking around first. Jacob Martin. She thought as Linna and Nene began watching. Jacob stopped at the counter and looked Sylia in the eyes. She noticed the disbelief within his blue eyes. Quickly looking him over she noticed his clothes were a bit roughed up as if he had been wearing them for a few days without changing. He even smelled like it.

"I'd like to buy some lingerie" He said with a flat look. "For...people I know"

Sylia found that surprising at first and was beginning to wonder if you knew her identity as a Knight Saber. She had to prod him and find out but she compiled.

"What size?" She asked keeping her professional look.

Jacob shrugged.

"Your size, teal coloured with deep dark blue" He replied.

She arched an eyebrow as he kept an earnest expression.

"Anything else sir?" She inquired deciding to go a little deeper.

"One for Priss in blue and red, Linna in green and grey and nene in purple and pink. Their sizes of course" He nodded much to her surprise.

Linna and Nene looked dumbfounded by what they just heard. Sylia looked extremely troubled as he had just said the colours of their respective hard suits without even bating an eye!. Dose genom know or is this why Mason wants him?. She mused as she looked into his eyes. It was that exact moment the door opened again and in walked Priss in a red jacket and black leather pants. Jacob looked back and the two met eyes. Priss stopped dead and her eyes widened slightly upon seeing him. He was at the joint last night!. She realised as he awkwardly smiled.

"Well this is a surprise..." He muttered to himself. Quickly straightening self he added more loudly. "Oh look at the time..I best be going, i'll come back later if possible" He quickly walk pasted Priss and out the door.

Sylia watched him with a grim expression written on her face. As he exited she looked to Nene and Linna who looked just as shocked as her.

"Who was that guy?" Nene asked stepping up to Sylia.

Pulling the photo from her pocket she handed it to her. She looked at it with the name scribbled on the bottom.

"Jacob Martin, wanted by Mason for some reason I don't know" Sylia said dryly.

Priss did a 180 and began following him.

"I'm going to keep an eye on him, if I get anything I'll let ya know" She replied over her shoulder as she exited the building.

Linna also looked at the photo with a aura of confusion constricting around her. His eyes were closed and it was obviously taken when he was unconscious.

"He doesn't look dangerous, but I could be mistaken" Linna admits handing the photo back.

"Hopefully he's on our side" Sylia said tightly holding the photo.

She saw him turning into an alleyway and she followed him. Ironically she had parked her motorcycle back there when she arrived. Moving into the alley she saw him waiting for her at her bike. He was leaning up against the wall and looked unsure of himself. Reaching him she saw the hopelessness in his eyes.

"You're not gonna believe what I have to say" He said staring at the opposite wall.

She looked at him with a sceptical look on her face as she took the opposite wall and leaned against it. He looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

"Alright spill" she said with a blunt tone to her voice.

Jacob tensed up as he looked to both ends of the alleyway. They were alone luckily. Bringing his gaze back to her he was still uncertain.

"How about we get something to eat first, i'm hungry as a horse" He urged.

Priss raised an eyebrow but the tired and dreary look which hung around him told her that he was in need of help.

"Alright I know a place, might as well get you a change of clothes as well" Priss said walk into her bike.

Jacob nodded in agreement.

"Couldn't agree more"

End of chapter