<i>Sirens, really, fuck me</i>, Sly thought to himself as theygrew ever closer. He was well blended with the crowd, but he didn't want to take any chances. If there had been any witnesses when he blasted the men then he would be the one the police were looking for. That was the last thing in the world he wanted. Quickly he sidestepped toward the buildings, as he bobbed and weaved around oncoming people. Finally he made it though, and not a moment too soon as he melded into the shadows of the building right as the police car turned down the street. Three of them sped by with incredible velocity telling him that they weren't on the street for him in particular, but he remained hidden in the shadows for a moment longer, not wanting to take any unnecessary risks.<br/><br/>Sly thought about the girl he had been with, and he wondered if she was alright. Had she managed to get free? He could only hope, those didn't seem like good men to be around. A large part of him wanted to find her, make sure she had escaped safely, and offer her refuge. He just didn't know where to start looking. One didn't need the ability to merge into the shadows like he could in order to hide amongst people, and he didn't know how well she knew to blend in or not. Still those eyes of hers were a dead give away. In the end he went the safe route and decided he would leave her be.<br/><br/>After about five minutes Sly decided it was time to head out, though he figured keeping a low profile might be best, which in his case meant no lunch. At least not the eating out kind. He kept a low profile, watched diligently for the sight of others, and headed back to his room. The city was great for hiding at least, it provided him a jungle, and Chicago was filled with shadows due to large buildings which also played into his hands well. The more he walked the more he thought, and the more he thought the more courageous Sly started to become. Sure he wasn't the most outgoing 'do gooder' superhero type, but he did have his moments and seeing people being treated poorly or in danger pissed him off. This became especially true when someone he knew was in trouble, and while he hadn't known her long something about her connected with him, and he craved and desired some human interaction on a more consistent basis. He hated having spotty friends, or those he came to just for food, he wanted someone like her to hang out with. Sure she was easy going on the eyes, and he was a young male with needs, but the weight of those needs was crushed under the need for more depth at the moment.<br/><br/>Just as Sly was about to round the corner to alley that housed his makeshift living quarters he decided against it. His heart had won out, but the question was where to start. A gurgling sound came from his stomach to remind him that he was hungry. That gave Sly a brilliant idea, the Cubs were playing today, and if he remembered right it was an afternoon came. He could use the heights of Wrigley Stadium to try and find her, meld into the shadows of one of the flag poles to gain a vantage point. It would still be like finding a needle in a haystack, but it was worth a shot. He also knew that there were plenty of vendors around the stadium that he could get a hot dog for a quick bit to eat. Not wanting to attract too much attention Sly walked with the crowds, but now he had a destination, it was a few miles away, but he headed that way to begin his search.