How was he going to explain this situation? Azriel frowned as he thought about the events that went down moments ago. He was still unwinding from it all, but now was not the time for relaxing. Staying alert was how he functioned in situations like this, where the hunter has become the hunted, because it was proof that anything could happen in the blink of an eye. It was something he picked up over years of this line of work.<br/><br/>“I do not think they liked the… “present” I left for them,” he replied to Dawn, shrugging his shoulders. His tone was kept light, almost humorous or amused despite his annoyance. That was the best he could give her. Whatever he part in this was, he could not reveal everything he was doing up until this point to a complete stranger. It was better to give the impression that they were just pissed off at him and he needed to get out of there before it got ugly. The ‘ugly’ being where his gun came in, but he wasn’t going to bring that up.<br/><br/>They were getting closer to where the driver was to drop them off.<br/><br/>“One more block,” Azriel told the driver.<br/><br/>The driver just nodded, though the look on his face seemed to question Azriel’s decision. He didn’t voice it, but something was telling him to keep moving. This block was not completely safe. Something deep inside, call it instinct, was telling him that and he was sure as hell going o listen to it. Not to mention, he could not include Dawn in this. He may have decided to let her tag along, but he would be glad when they went their separate ways. The idea of being dragged into someone else’s problems did not sound appealing at all.