Key actually had no malfunctions that was the beauty of her. He made her so perfectly that she had no issues. He frowns a bit. "You couldn't. I highly doubt you mean that. Since you intend to be rid of me once we finish this case." he mutters under his breath. The car had a negative vibe reader. Which means he knew she didn't want him around anymore. He shook his head and pulled her close. Whispering into her ear. "Mon cher you are so beautiful. Never forget how beautiful you are." He says. A light kiss on her lips before he pulled away. Yes the "Jeckle" side as she called him kissed her. It was usually "Hyde" that kissed her. Oh well she would learn soon enough that this man of mystery had many mysteries to him.<br/><br/>He walked with her into the castle. Markelos was guided to another place. He took out his tiny gun with a built in silencer. Shot each and every one of the men. As they came they died. He was not afraid to kill. Not afraid to get his hands dirty. That is what made him the best dame Double O Agent they ad. He was unafraid of the consequences that will find their way to him eventually. He walked through the building. Offing the men whether they showed them selves or not. He was...the assassian right now. Cold, stoic, lacking emotions. He had no mercy nor any pity for the men. Setting free a few trapped women who looked at him like he was a god of sexual beauty. He shooed them away. Flirting with one or two to get them moving. They meant nothing to him compared to his Art Thief.<br/><br/>He made his way up the other side. Bullets flying past him yet he continued walking like they didn't even exist. He was more than slightly endowed inside his pants. He was well endowed. Thick too but that was besides the point. Miss Alyssa would never know any of that. She didn't like him like that. He walked into the room when she sprayed the man known as Bobby with the perfume. "Sorry Cheri. One time use. You think I would give you something to use against me?" He asks in a stoic yet seductive purr. Walking over and ran his hand down her arm. Kissing her neckline with firey and passionate kisses. Peppering them over er neck. Watching as he swiped the bottle from her. "Cheri...even when I am as you so often call me...outloud you have...Jeckle...you make my blood boil." He shakes his head. "I can not however, give in to my primal urges. You are the one who boils my blood yet you hate me so. It is such bitter irony." He smirks at the gun merchant. Kicking him in the gut.<br/><br/>"Wake up you weak coward." He says with a sharp hiss. He tore off the shades and knelt down. "Me thymÃ¡sai ? EÃ­mai paliÃ¡ sÃ½mmachos sas . PaliÃ³ echthrÃ³ sas . SÃ­goura apÃ³ tÃ³?ra na thymi?theÃ­te poioi eÃ­ste pragmatikÃ¡ na kÃ¡noume me." He says in a soft voice. Blowing air at him. Standing up as he woke up. "Where is the painting?" He asks coldly. The man shakes his head. "Fine you want to play hard ball we will play hard ball." he says. A foot impacts with his gut. "I will ask again. Where is the painting?" He asks. This was a side to the "detective" that she will have never seen before. He picks the man up by his shirt. "Where is the painting?" He asks. Again silence. He tosses him to the ground. Pulling his gun out and runs it down the man's face. "Listen here. You don't tell me where the painting is I will riddle you full of holes versus just one bullet. Capeche?" he says darkly. He finally tells them it has been sent to Tawain. He nodded his head. "Better not be lying." He says. Shooting the man point blank.<br/><br/>He pulls Alyssa by the arm. Tossing down a small capsule looking thing. "It is about to go up in flames." He says. Dragging her outside and into the car. Mere seconds after they were near the car the entire house exploded. He climbed into the car. "Get in cheri. We have a long flight to tracking down the painting."