Nigel looked at Alistair as he stared after the white-haired lady. "Got an eye for that one, eh?" he asked, nudging Alistair. Alistair was silent for a moment, then responded, "Yes. But not in the way you think." He then started to follow after the women, but Nigel grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the street as a car flew past, blaring it's horn. "You've gotta pay more attention mate. One broad isn't worth becoming a smear on the street." Nigel said, trying to make the situation light. Alistair didn't respond. He just stared in the direction of the women, but he had lost track of her.<span style="font-style: italic">Dammit...</span>he thought. He turned to Nigel and said, " Something about her seems off to me. I'll have to keep my eye out. Now, what are you off to?" Nigel shrugged, then responded as he started walking off, "Probably gonna go get lit. Like usual." Alistair watched Nigel as he walked off. Then continued on his way downtown to his apartment. He arrived at his Brownstone apartment, on the fourth floor, shortly after 3 in the afternoon. After entering, Alistair undressed and sat on his couch, in only his knickers, and grabbed The Prince and the Pauper from his couchside table, started reading, but quickly fell asleep.<br/><br/>Alistair woke up sometime later, at night, and noticed that off on the horizon, there was a glow.<span style="font-style: italic"> Gideon Maestas must be having another party...</span>he thought as he got off of the couch and got dressed. He headed down the stairs and out into the chilly night and pulled his jacket tighter has he made his way uptown toward Headquarters. He got his motorcycle out of storage and drove off in the direction of Gideon's mansion. As he approached, he cut the engine and glided the rest of the way, going on momentum alone. He got off of his bike and hid it inside of a large bush near the entrance to the driveway. He carefully infiltrated the grounds, lightly shuffling forward so he wouldn't step on and snap anything, instead pushing it forward and out of his path with the toes of his shoes. He crept forward, spotting a few guards.<span style="font-style: italic">Why would Gideon have armed guards patrolling his perimeter if he's only having a party? That's very suspicious...</span>Alistair thought as he slipped past one, delving deeper into the area. He hid behind a fountain as yet another guard walked past, then silently sprinted forward.<span style="font-style: italic">Where the hell are the guests? Maybe the backyard? But I don't hear any noise nor music.</span>Alistair was confused as he slide along the side of the mansion, ducking under windows as he headed toward the backyard. He peeked around the final corner to where the guests should be, yet there was no one.<span style="font-style: italic">Not a damn soul.</span>He heard a murmur of voices coming through a bay window that face the rear of the house. He crept up to it and as he approached, he heard someone giving directions to different groups of people, telling them to go to different locations. He stuck his head around the open window, trying to see who had spoken. He saw Gideon Maestas standing in front of a large crowd that had fallen silent when he spoke. Alistair ducked down quickly as the crowed dispersed. After a few minutes, he carefully peeked up and saw that the room was empty, to he slipped in through the open window. The large room he was in had two exits, one to the right and one to the left. Alistair heard a few voices coming from the left hallway, so he headed down the one to the right.