Andreas busied himself with keeping up with research.  He followed Dick’s movements from the luxury of his hotel room, monitored the normal flow of traffic at the bowling alley, as well as kept his eyes on some particularly interesting developments elsewhere in the world.  As always tended to happen after a long period of calm, there were stirrings in the community.  While most were taking Frank’s murder as some sort of revenge killing, maybe something involving gangs, or even cultists, there were many assassins out there that knew his handiwork.  Already word was getting around that<i>Dhukura</i>was on the move.<br/><br/>It often did a great job of scaring a lot of the little rats away, his work name being uttered in the shadows, but what he found himself concerned about was if a big dog decided to come sniffing.  Sure, no one had the tiniest of clues as to what he looked like, but keeping the ruse going for an extended period of time just became that much harder.  The longer he remained in the area, the more he lingered near the place Frank worked, around those connected even loosely back to Dick, the greater the danger.<br/><br/>Not that he didn’t get some kind of thrill out of that.<br/><br/>Alex never texting him again after that incident in the alley didn’t help the time crunch.  He’d anticipated his own quiet would generate some kind of alarm from the younger blond.  Didn’t he feel the need to reach out?  Surely his home life had been a nightmare lately, especially if Daddy Dick found out about Alex misbehaving.  Andreas debated texting him, but he kept reminding himself that there was a strong possibility that Alex’s phone might’ve been confiscated.  Text conversations…  They were unreliable in many ways, and it was hard telling who might’ve been responding, luring him into a trap.  His phone call coming through at the wrong time could’ve caused disaster, too.<br/><br/>Showing up at the bar was tricky…<br/><br/><i>Skyline Bowling Alley</i>, he reminded himself.  Alex had said that his class bowled there at eleven on Wednesday.  It was conceivable that someone would be watching Alex, but he was also positive that he could’ve outran anyone on his Harley.  He’d been keeping an eye on what went down in the area, anyway, so he was more or less prepared.<br/><br/>The following Wednesday, he’d long since made up his mind.  He checked out of his swanky hotel room. The crappy one across the street from the club was still rented out for the next several days, but he’d cleared it out and gave it a good cleaning to erase his presence… hair, fingerprints. Another high priced hotel was booked under a different alias with the appropriately linked credit card.  All that scrubbing, just for this…?  Andreas hoped the amount of work he was putting into the little visit would be worth it.<br/><br/>He was dressed in leather, gloves and all, his hair tied up in a quick bun and hidden under the sleek, black helmet.  The helmet itself covered his face, and the visor was tinted dark enough that no one would catch a glimpse of what was hiding behind it.  On his way, Andreas dismantled and ditched various pieces of his cell phone.  Whoever he was before that moment ceased to exist, nothing but a ghost swept away by the wind.<br/><br/>He stalked the bowling alley from several blocks away, pretending to be stuck in some sort of conversation via text on his phone… his<i>real</i>phone.  His head was steady, but his blue gaze was drifting along the street, the sidewalk, and the buildings in the vicinity, alert for anything out of the ordinary.  The first thing that really grabbed his attention was Alex’s car pulling up between him and the bowling alley.  Poor kid…  Drove right past him and didn’t even realize.  That was how people got themselves dead so easy, though, because assassins tended to blend in. If Alex had been his target, this would’ve been the ideal time to snag him.  Instead, Andreas watched as the younger man got out of his car and headed in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>He put away his phone.  A few moments later, his motorcycle was roaring to life and Andreas was speeding toward his intended target, though killing the dazzling beauty was the last thing on his mind.  He came to an abrupt stop beside Alex and revved a few times, as if in greeting.<i>Remember me?</i>Then he held out his gloved hand.  An invitation.  Alex might not have been able to see him, but he hoped that the man would be able to somehow recognize him.