It had been a few months now since Ziel managed to get out of the capital where it all started, he never uttered the name as he felt it offended those who heard it including himself, but he hated the place with a passion. The RVP took over and now there is talk of a Rebellion, news to him considering he only hunted the RVP officers that had any significant power within their ranks. He was trained for this sort of assignment; accept it was never meant to be upon the heads of those who served the actions of the RVP. An amusing prospect if Ziel ever thought of one which at the time brought a smile to the males face whilst he was currently walking down the street his hands tight fisted within his pockets.<br/><br/>A gritted sigh escaped his mouth whilst a carâ€™s light blinded him for a few moments, blinking away tears whilst he looked for the Rebels current hide out. Though he wasnâ€™t invited he was known through the meagre forces ranks, reports always popped up in their Intel of a man leaving RVP facilities before â€˜saidâ€™ facility was destroyed by unknown means from the inside out, no resistance of any kind and a gory sight to behold through pierce-type weaponry. Another sight, another car with bright lights, there wasnâ€™t much to be told about Ziel considering he hardly knew a lot about his past or how he got to be who he is now, if anything he would prefer to find out his past from the person he knew was still alive. The doctor whose files he managed to obtain and read, the man who assigned him for the project of being a â€˜weaponâ€™ Dr. Victen Gorell. Ziel approached the hide out and noticing another person there, he backed off for a few moment awaited to see what would happen as he resided within the shadows of the wall.