The fact that she rejected his offer to buy anything was just fine with him in all honestly. He stayed behind slightly as he watched her move through the crowd of people, always keeping an eye out for trouble, hoping to discover the one following them. Instead of keeping his hand near his Desert Eagle, his hand was behind his back, towards his revolver. The gun was slower than his slightly more advanced Desert Eagle but it would be quicker to remove it from where it was located. He didnâ€™t have anything against American guns donâ€™t get him wrong; in fact he admired their arsenal in their military. However he always felt better carrying something made from home â€“his Desert Eagle- though the revolver also meant a lot to him since he hasnâ€™t seen the old friend who gave it to him in almost four years. He doesnâ€™t get to travel to America often, and his friend doesnâ€™t have the money to travel to Israel since his job paid shit. He didnâ€™t know much about the state of Americaâ€™s economy but from what heâ€™s heard it hasnâ€™t been peachy.<br/><br/>Ironic how the thought of things not being peachy related to this situation, he thought to himself.<br/><br/>They had been in the market for a few minutes and yet there was still nothing coming out of hiding. Everything was just way too quiet for comfort and he could physically feel the tension now, the anxiety, the stress. It was a bit taxing but nevertheless he kept his composure though he couldnâ€™t really do much to hide the fact he was tense. The look in his eyes was a deadly one that would probably draw attention from anyone who was sensitive to tense atmospheres. A few eyes even looked his direction but they thought nothing of him. Live and let life. Always live and let live. It made him more wary than anything since Israel was not always a live and let live country like America was in life in the city. There was always something going on, it was hasty; the people negotiating prices proved that. Sometimes things got a little heated. He reminded himself yet again to tread lightly; something was wrong, definitely wrong. And yet he spotted nothing still.<br/><br/>He wasnâ€™t sure whether it was frustrating or he was just overreacting but something told him that he was dead on about this. In the back of his mind he figures that whoever was tailing them was probably either reckless or clever considering they were probably right in front of his nose and he wasnâ€™t seeing them. As much as he wanted to just forget about it he couldnâ€™t. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. He could almost feel it surging through his being. It was too quiet, too normal for there not to be something wrong and he really wished Ivan or any of his close friends could be right here with him ensuring that everything was alright. He was alone. Usually he preferred to work alone but this time he just knew he should have asked for more help. It was the first time in years he damned his tendencies to be a loner. There were just so many things he felt were wrong about this, and now as much as he hated to admit it he was starting to feel like he was about to regret this.<br/><br/>And he was right about that. His military training had taught him well, almost too well, and he spotted something was off the moment he saw the suspicious man. Eyes widened, â€œShizu!â€ He called out when she got too close, but he was too late. The explosion happened so quickly that nobody had time to react and everything spiraled into chaos quickly. What the hell was this? An attack? Surely the violence had not spread this far againâ€¦ Everything had been so peaceful too; he should have expected something like this to happen! Ah, but he had a feeling that this was not a random attack, thinking back to his military training, this had to be something more. Was it set there just for Shizu? Shizu! Where was Shizu? He looked around frantically for her and could have sworn he spotted her for a moment but a second bomb went off and more chaos erupted.<br/><br/>Covering his nose, he plowed through the crowds to try to reach Shizu but was greeted by several men that he didnâ€™t know. They were organized, obviously smart, and yet vaguely familiar at the same time as he seemed to recognize the way they carried themselves. Mossad? No, they couldnâ€™t be Mossad, thought they definitely seemed to move in a similar way. One man moved in to strike him, but he removed his revolver from its hiding spot and pistol whipped the guy as hard as he could, hopefully breaking his nose and fracturing his jaw. When that man fell another came after him, but he was also made quick work of, even if he knew full well he wouldnâ€™t be able to keep this up for long. His shoulder was starting to burn again and he was sure the bleeding has started all over. This, however, did not stop him. He had to find Shizu. And these men were in the way, obviously to prevent him from his goal.<br/><br/>A snarl formed on his lips as he emptied the six shots of the revolver, making quick work of the men, only to find more coming out of hiding. He dropped the gun and charged for them, a hot pain in his shoulder and now in his thigh, not willing to stop cutting them down until he found Shizu. He was getting closer to her, he could feel it, but the new wound in his thigh was slowing him down. This wound had been strategically placed and it was really pissing him off. Whoever these men were, he was going to hunt them down and slaughter every last one of them in horrible ways. A smirk touched his lips as he planned out just how he was going to make these men suffer for wanting to get their hands on Shizu. He was not going to let her go back to that place.<br/><br/>Oh, but there was something very off about this. The way these men moved was very professional but perhaps they were a bit too cocky in confronting him in such a violent way that made him feel like they were also coming after him personally. This was interesting to say the least and he made a note to discuss this with Ivan and Elias after he got through this.<br/><br/>The pain was slowing him down. He was moments away from Shizu when he could have sworn he spotted a familiar face amongst the panicking crowd. It was a face he hadnâ€™t seen in a long timeâ€¦ in fact the man almost looked like one of his American contacts. Could it be..? Perhaps it was him, but before he could get a better look more men came to greet him. And by the time he finished cutting them down he was nearly exhausted and both his wounds were bleeding badly along with anything he might have suffered from the explosion. The feeling of failure swelled up inside him, causing him more physical pain than the wounds at the moment. Another gunshot sounded, making him flinch, but he was still focused to the best of his ability. He almost wanted to break down and kill everyone in this market until he got Shizu back if his ever professional demeanor was not there to grant him the ability of rational thinking.<br/><br/>They could get Shizu back. These men, and perhaps the man he thought was his friend, were going to pay dealy.<br/><br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The explosion had definitely thrown the Huntress off guard quite a bit. She bit her lip and held back a frustrated growl. They were right there. Right. Fucking. There. And then this bullshit happens! It was beyond frustrating, in fact so beyond frustrating that she couldnâ€™t even search her vocabulary to describe just how fucking frustrating this was for her. Well she did provoke these people so it didnâ€™t surprise her that she got her wish. Fortunately her own contacts were in the area as well and were taking actions accordingly. She had spotted several familiar faces, and even more unfamiliar ones; it actually amazed her that even in a country like Israel there were allies.<br/><br/>â€œReckless as always I see, eh, Miranda?â€<br/><br/>A maleâ€™s voice caught her attention amongst the confusion and chaos. It was Martin. The Huntress didnâ€™t like men but when they were on their side she put on a fake smile and pretended that she enjoyed their company. â€œIf youâ€™re here I take it everything is set up?â€<br/><br/>â€œYes. Looks like these mysterious people took the bait from the looks of things. Be careful. Iâ€™ll go snatch the girl.â€ Martin obviously knew more about this situation than she did, so she wouldnâ€™t question it. He was an oddball when it came to handling these things but in the end he knew what he was doing and trusted him. Amanda, her boss, on the other hand, now that woman she knew was going to have their head if they failed this. She had also been wary of them agreeing to keep this girl from returning to her stepfather but had only mentioned it briefly thinking it was no big deal. The more time passed, the more on edge everyone was becoming, and it made the Huntress wonder what the real deal with this Oni was. Why did the men back in Japan insist that she be kept away from her stepfather? Why was that man protecting her? Why exactly did these mysterious callers want that man?<br/><br/>â€œSnatch the man as well. Iâ€™d like to have a little chat with him.â€<br/><br/>If anything she would have her answers soon enoughâ€¦  But the moment Martin went off to grab the Oni girl and the man, Miranda had been greeted with companyâ€¦ She fought them fiercely and even took out a few but in the end she was outnumbered and the smoke had not been cleared, hindering her vision, and everything was too chaotic in general for her to focus.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>While Miranda was keeping them busy, Martin had to fight through a few people himself before he came to the Oni girl. She was dead out of it from the looks of things, and even more relaxing was the thought that her bodyguard was not around. A relaxing thought, yet worrying at the same time. He swore under his breath and sighed. Then again he knew full well that the last thing he needed was some bloodthirsty Oni and some trigger happy psycho dismembering him. The thought unnerved him slightly. Managing to take a deep breath and not think of all the horribly negative outcomes he quickly moved in for the girl however he was greeted with the barrel of a gun in his face.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t touch her. Just move out of the way and I wonâ€™t have to kill you.â€ The man said. When Martin failed to heed the warning, a shot was fired, and the last thing he remembered was seeing darkness.<br/><br/>The man sighed heavily and shook his head, looking at the unconscious girl before he slowly picked her up to take her to safety. â€œAzrai, what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?â€ He muttered in a frustrated tone. He managed to get out the smoke, only to be greeted by strange men that he did not recognize. Usually he knew all of Azraiâ€™s enemies, but these men seemed differentâ€¦