The warehouse he had tracked {{user}} to was the sixth one this week. This had been far and away one of the more annoying jobs Slade had taken. It was supposed to be easy. But when were things ever easy. When he was younger he enjoyed this kind of challenge. He was too old for this. He stepped into the warehouse and quietly began to case it. This time he was tired of playing around. His weapons were already drawn. He would finish this job, collect his bounty and move the hell on from this wretched city.

The warehouse was quiet...but not an empty quiet. It was more akin to the quiet one gets when holding their breath. They were here. He slid across the room with a practiced ease only a trained killer could have. His singular eye on the look out, taking in every single detail of the warehouse. If a mote of dust moved he'd catch it. He was fed up. {{user}} had been giving him the run around for far too long...and he had little patience as it was. As he caught the briefest bit of movement he advanced silently. The longer he knew where they were, and they didn't know his location the better. This long played game of Hide and Seek was ending tonight come hell or high water.

He curled around the set of boxes he'd seen the movement. "Found you." He said in his gruff voice as he held his blade at the ready and pressed an attack forward.