Lorden flew over Baltimore at a low but safe altitude in his own custom stealth nighthawk fighter helicopter. His hair whipping wildly with the chopping wind of the silent blades.<br/><br/>He was wearing an obviously expensive pair of slim straight vintage brown leather bike jeans with a leather military inspired high collar leather jacket slightly darker in color zipped up just below his chest with nothing underneath. His well toned tawny skin of his chest radiated with sweat and something unknown but making his skin seem like flawless carved stone in the ivory moon light.<br/><br/>Behind aviators his eyes glanced the land below looking for any signs of life. Sensing for other kinds of life. It was relatively quiet. He saw humans running in different directions. "Must be two different groups. Hmmmm." He thought to himself. His new found freedom and curiousity was going to get the best of him. Lorden had traveled only the perimeter of the Vista's property and a little out at sea and only on a handful of occasions  since his parents died but this is the furthest he's been from The breathtaking prison in over 260 years.<br/><br/>Lorden couldn't believe he was here of all places.....back "Home" you could clearly see his body tense and what part of his face was visible show hurt and anger. Lorden caught himself before he lost it instantly taking a deep breath and recentering himself. Out of the corner of his vision the one woman from one of the groups cornered what looked like a boy. Lorden hovered over them without notice. The most they'd probably notice is that it got a little windier which isn't uncommmon in Baltimore for this time of year.<br/><br/>Lorden flipped a few switches and pressed a couple buttons and unbuckled himself from the pilot seat, grabbing a small thin object stuffing it in his interior chest pocket. Lorden went over to the gun cage grabbing a custom made 14 round Desert Eagle in Titanium and Steal mixture sticking it in a shoulder holster and grabbing his favorite blade which looked like in only a foot long. He opened one of the side door to the helicopter and released a rope, making sure his gloves were tight and in place before grabbing hold of the rope to test it then releasing hold of it. Without any hesitation he leaped without even grabbing the rope; about 3/4 of the way down he grabbed the rope sliding down it but it stopped about 2/3 stories above ground level he didn't want anyone to notice the rope or the copter. Lorden did not panic at all he simply went in a roll springing back to his feet a mere 60 feet from the woman (Regina) who was pointing a beautiful gun piece in Lorden's mind at an unmoving boy (Damien) who right off the bat Lorden could tell was full demon.<br/><br/>He hasn't talked to a single soul since his parent's passing even before he only talk to them once a year. His birthday. So to say he was scared was an understatement, funny a master swordman afraid of talking to people. "Uhhhh......E-excuse me. Ms......" scanning her mind. "Regina......that guy right there is a Good Guy." he said trying to sound unafraid and at ease but he felt very uneasy for other reasons than the woman having a guy so he set his range out a little further, spotting another man (Heart Killer) and demon (Kynthia) on his radar. "But there are 2 dangerous minds coming towards us so please no questions or talkinging just come with me.......please?" He didn't want anyone hurt especially if they were on the same side. Different but still on the same side. He took the small thin object out of his interior coat pocket and lowered the rope grabbing onto it with his free hand. "Time is of the essence. Please"