The feeling of his head spinning slowly disappeared. Once again on his feet, he was not eager to continue the way down the street once more - the 'suits' would appear again... He had a feeling that they would. And no matter how many times he jumped, they kept reappearing. This was some deep trouble he was in. Deep. Really deep. They must have been onto him for weeks if this was happening...<br/><br/>But before more thoughts would have appeared in his mind, he felt an uncannily familiar sensation at his back. As if he was...<br/>Watched.<br/><br/>"Do not attempt to move."<br/><br/>The cold voice. The hand that held him by the shoulder. He remembered, he lived through that before. The near-empty street, the woman in a suit. He took a deep breath, faking his own motionlessness.<br/>"Be careful. He looks like he's about to-" the voice of the man that accompanied the black-suited woman wasn't even given the chance to finish his sentence.<br/><br/>Misao twisted on his heel, with his elbow knocking the girl's small hand off his shoulder, and his foot came striking up at her head, the clean, expensive leather shoe knocking her to the side right away. It was too fast an attack, too abrupt and too unexpected to avoid. The man's eyes widened in an expression of surprise - before they were covered by Misao's jacket, flying at his head, followed by a fast punch. Blinded and stunned, he was left in the street.<br/><br/>And Misao bolted in the opposite direction as fast as he just could. He couldn't jump... He'd have to do with what he had on his hands right now. And that was, the 'suits' temporarily incapacitated, that is, knocked out on the side of the pavement.<br/><br/>He was out in the streets, without a jacket, with nothing but his wallet and a large deposit of money he couldn't access if he didn't want to track him down. The 'suits' would know that he's here... A different way must exist. He has to find that 'different way'.