Rain fell in a dismal drizzle, just enough to make those who hurried past Loki on there way complain about the weather. He however, did not. No, instead he kept this collar up and continued down the street, searching for any sign of Emilie. People attempted to wayward him, to distract him from his course with the wares that they were selling, As they sidestepped into his path, he stepped right around them; he didn't have time to pay them any attention.

Just like he didn't have the time to confront the trio that had started tailing him about two blocks ago.

He rounded a corner, and found an alleyway branching off to his right. Taking the offered opportunity, he took off down it at a sprint, footsteps pounding behind him. As he neared the ally's exit a hand darted out - and pulled him in through a door that was closed behind him.

He spun around with his eyes searching the shadows, ready to confront whoever it was. Yet instead of finding himself faced with a fight, he saw a woman. She was clothed completely in black with short red hair, and had a finger lifted to her lips for silence while her other hand motioned him away from the door. With no evident reason against doing so he backed away, though he maintained a distance from her as well.

Outside what sounded like a herd of stampeding feet passed by the door, and not one of them stopped to check inside. Agonizingly slow, a couple minutes passed by while both remained completely motionless. The woman drew a handgun with secure familiarity while listen for the sound of stranglers or of someone returning to the area.

Loki opened his mouth to ask a question; probably something about why, or who. She broke that conversation off rather quickly by taking off up a staircase, and he hurried after her. He caught up with her and kept pace - though not as easily as he expected; for a human, she was fast.

After the first flight of stairs she began halting for a moment at each level to listen and check to make sure no one was coming down the bend above them.

"Those were the thugs of a very... infamous individual that is involved in a job that I'm doing," she said as she ran up the third flight of stairs, "they could have been assigned to target you particularly. I hope not, because until I've caught said individual you wouldn't be safe anywhere."

"You assume that I cannot defend myself?" 'How offensive.'

"If you're being targeted, there won't be anywhere safe for you. On the other hand, this could be completely random; when this group gets bored they tend to attack anything that stands out, and believe me, in that get-up, you stand out. If that's all, they could have already lost interest and you should be fine." She said right before the door far down below them slammed open.

Pounding feet crashed up the metal steps, thunderously loud compared to their quarries nimble ones.

When faced with a door marked with an exit sign neither individual paused but kept going at full speed. She was still slightly in the lead, and took off. Like an arrow released she sped across the rooftop, pushing off of Loki as she jumped across an ally to the far building. Her off-setting momentum pushed him back onto the roof's rain-slicked top.

"Nothing personal! But if they're targeting you nowhere's safe, not for you or anyone with you!" She looked back to yell as she paused on the made a sound of disgust.

She turned away and took off.

His eyes were already starting to look around the blacktop roof, and after spotting a fire-escape he rushed towards it. With graceful steps he made his way down the zig-zaging ladder with just enough time to run to the end of an alleyway and conceal himself before his pursuit looked over the roof's edge.

Though they could not see him, the men were not completely thick. While most of a group took off over the rooftops, betting that they could somehow catching up with what they could no longer see, two were ordered to peel away from the group and go down to search the surrounding area.

Starting with the ally where Loki hid, they peered around stacks of crates, and into a mostly empty trash can. That was fine. Just so long as they did not step through the illusion that he had set up of a copy of the wall, to look at him in narrow space.

They made their slow way toward his end of the ally, attempting to be thorough. Their steps were heavy, with their shoes squeaking from the wet concrete and bits of glass that littered the ground. Their breathing was quick, ragged as they continued to pant from their recent exertions.

There was only so much that they could shift through, and soon were finished with their inspection. Good, now they would leave and he could recommence his searching...Wait no, they weren't leaving. Yes they were done, but rather than leave they were going to be lazy.

"We'll not catch that demon of a woman. She always slips away." The older of the two sat down upon an overturned crate.

With a shrug his partner took a seat not far away on the bare stone. He lit a cigarette, illuminating weathered cheeks and an unshaven face.

"Take that down over there." The first waved him away as the smoke curled.

Closer and closer he came to where Loki stood completely still behind his illusionary wall. A light breeze made it's way down through the ally, blowing puffs of bitter smoke lazily towards him. He wrinkled his nose, wanting to lift a hand and cover it so that he would not be forced to smell such an odor.

The man leaned back against the wall, close enough now to recline against it - or so went appearances.

Instead another foot of air actually existed, and he stumbled backwards with a yell. Which was cut off as a solid fist slammed into his shocked face. He fell sideways back against the wall before collapsing to the ground in a heap as another blow descended. Having heard his yell the other fellow spun around towards the source of the sound, and saw quite the strange sight. He saw the other man, knocked out and on the ground, or most of him anyway. Part of his body appeared to have sunken into the wall, with a leg and half of the body gone. Rather stupidly the other man can towards the prone figure, his mouth agape.

This time Loki did not wait for him to cross the illusion, but instead stepped out himself. The man took a surprisingly quick swing at Loki's head, that he dodged. When the next one came, he stepped inside the man's swing and delivered one of his own. It landed solidly to the underside of the man's jaw with a thunk.

The man's head snapped back with a release of breath. His knees buckled beneath him to leave him sprawled across the ground. The man laid still, only the rise and fall of his chest confirmed that he was still alive.

With the ghost of a smirk on his face, Loki stepped over the fallen bodies of the two men. He did not want to waste any more time dealing with such buffoons.

Loki still had her wallet, and inside of it, her address. It would be a start.