When the silver-eyed man awoke, he was still under the stage but it was dark and silent all around. The once locked door in front of him was wide open and the girl was gone. The only clue left was a scorch mark near where she had stood. The man had no idea how long he had been unconscious and as he began to regain his clarity, he checked himself for serious injuries. Aside from a cracked rib, the man was only a little banged up.

"What happened?" He asked the silence before stealing away into the night through the open door. He slid through the city like a shadow and was in his week-to-week leased apartment before long. The man set his jacket across the leather couch and tossed his belongings onto the cheap kitchen table. He didn't bother with the lights because he could see in the dark. The man opened the fridge and fished out last night's leftovers. After warming them up in the built in microwave, he sat down and flipped open a folder that was on the table. The girl's face stared up at him from a security camera still and he pulled this picture out. "What are you?" He questioned the picture. Obviously not expecting a response, he just stared at it for a moment before once more going through the contents of the folder. Now that she knew she had a tail, she would most likely drop system and hide somewhere for a while. The silver-eyed man had never lost a mark before and something like disappointment and rage made itself known in the pit of his emotions. How had she gotten away? What had thrown him back? Was there something about her that was still a mystery? Some unknown factor that had saved her life?

A knock on the door woke the man from a sleep he hadn't even known he'd been in. His injuries must've been more severe than he'd thought for him to fall into a true sleep. The man looked through the view-port in the door before unlocking it and revealing the land lord.

"Mister Richardson? Your rent is due." The portly man said. "It's almost 3pm and if it's not paid by then, you'll have to leave the premises."

The sliver-eyed man said nothing as he dug out a wad of bills from his pocket and shoved a wad of cash into the landlord's hand. The landlord counted out the money and then left the man with a receipt for two weeks paid rent. The man closed the door and returned to the kitchen where something out of the ordinary caught his eye. On top of the folder was a blue post-it.

"Je n'ai pas peur de vous." It read. The man realized at once that while he'd slept the girl must have found him and broken in. Why she hadn't killed him was a mystery that the man pondered while he searched his apartment for any signs of something missing or any clues that she may have left. How she had gotten into his place without setting off any of his senses unnerved him and only added to the anger he felt as missing his mark. Once he confirmed that the note was the only thing she had left, he relaxed minutely. He read the note over again and smirked.

"So you're not afraid of me then." He mused. "That's a refreshing change." The man grabbed his jacket and shivs and left the apartment to seek out a different mark. It was easier for him to plan when he was doing his job. He stalked out his new mark, struck the man down and returned home a few hours before sunset. He had just enough time to pour himself over the girl's file and call in his earlier kill. Shortly before he left for the night, he confirmed payment into his account and then locked up his apartment.

The sliver-eyed man stole into the shadows and once-more began to stalk his prey. She had left a note that suggested that she would still be in system and he would be able to find her. The man returned to the club from the night before and only had to stay for a moment before he knew she wasn't there. He checked his mental list of her other hangouts and visited them one by one. As the night wore on and each of her hangouts turned up empty, he began to think that the girl actually had dropped system and was in hiding. He was about to call it a night when he finally found a trail. He was in a warehouse district where parties and street-races were common when he caught a whiff of fear and adrenaline on the wind. It was her, he was sure. The man searched the premises and finally spotted her again. This time she was mid-fight with a man twice her size, but she was winning. The silver-eyed man recognized the man as the other bounty hunter from last night and he resolved to remove his competition. The girl turned her back to the man and ran up the side of a warehouse, only to launch herself off and draw a set of shivs as she flipped over the man. She sliced through his aorta and kicked him into the wall before catching sight of the silver-eyed man and bolting. The man knew that her attacker was bleeding out and still he darted after her. She wove through buildings and was halfway through a window when he caught her by the ankle and ripped her out. She fell on the ground and immediately began to fight. The silver-eyed man pinned her down easily and was about to end her life when the phone in his pocket rang. He looked down at the girl and backhanded her. She slipped into unconsciousness as he flipped the phone open.

"What?" He barked into the receiver.

"I'm calling you off." The voice of his employer answered.

"No deal. I'm about to finish."

"You'll get your money, but the warrant was recalled."

"Bullshit."

"Bring her alive."

"I'm not a babysitter."

The receiver clicked on the other end and the silver-eyed man closed the phone. He looked down at the girl and growled in frustration before throwing her limp body over his shoulder and disappearing into the night. If her reward wasn't so large he would've just left her there, but he needed the money. He hailed a cab a block away and slid her inside before following and leaning her against himself. The cab driver looked in the rearview mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"Too much to drink." The silver-eyed man said flatly. The cab driver nodded and then took the man and the girl back to the man's apartment. The man paid the cab driver and carried the girl into his apartment. He tossed her onto his bed before retrieving leather restraints from a bag under the bed. He tied the girl to the bed and then sat in the chair in the corner. There was nothing to be done until she woke up and he had word of where to bring her. The man sighed and dozed off.