Kat stared long and hard at the signature. “That looks familiar alright. I don’t know why he’s involved, but I know we’re going to find out.” She didn’t need to say anything more than that. Eric was right; somehow she was sure they could all feel it. It wasn’t a good feeling either. One side of her was surprised to see the name of the man who had sent her and Eric on this mission, who had accepted her after she had been kicked off of so many ships. The other part of her didn’t know what to think. It was… odd.<br/><br/>In any case, they now had a lead.<br/><br/>“I wonder if we were meant to find this,” she mused. “Though as for why, I have no idea. Do you think it’s a trap, or were they just sloppy?” She looked to Ryan, waiting for his input. There was an unreadable look on his face, and for the first time she got a chill from it. Any thoughts in her head that might have been geared toward getting Ryan to speak were completely erased. It was probably better that she left him alone, having a feeling that it wouldn’t end well if she said something to him.<br/><br/>Kat’s eyes scanned the pages again, trying to test whether her thoughts of this being a trap were true. “Wait…” she said suddenly. “Maybe…” her words trailed off. Once more, she was transfixed on the files, blocking everything out. She didn’t need Eric or Ryan to respond, for she soon found her answer. There was something else on one of the pages, something that looked like it was put there by… someone. But, as that signature looked familiar, so did this writing, and the initials at the end.<br/><br/>“‘I know what you’re doing, big boy. Don’t think you’re being sneaky. I’m going to make sure you’re exposed, they will see you for what you really are,’” Kat read the note aloud. “It’s signed with the letter ‘T’ as well…” She looked up at the two man, glancing between them.<br/><br/>Ryan gave an amused chuckle, “Thomas?” He seemed out of it, she didn’t blame him. This new information was taking time to sink in.<br/><br/>Kat nodded, “That’s what I’m wondering. Considering everything that has happened, it makes sense; I’m sure that Thomas added this.”  She paused as another thought hit her. It was odd, there was no way it could be true, but it was worth saying. “Call me crazy, but it looks like he was the one trying to expose this information, and these signatures.” She hoped she didn’t sound crazy. Somehow, this also made sense, given the context of the writing.<br/><br/>Suddenly, they were met with a very rude interruption as three men entered the small area.<br/><br/>“What the…?” The one who appeared to be the leader snarled.<br/><br/>Ryan, naturally, spoke up first, “Who’s asking?” He sounded equally irritated. The tension between the four men shifted the atmosphere drastically.<br/><br/>“The person who owns this place, man named Brad. He’s not going to be happy when he finds out some trespassers are snooping around.”<br/><br/>“Is that so? Well, as far as I’m concerned, you can run home and tell this ‘Brad’ that Ryan doesn’t give a fuck.”<br/><br/>The lead man let out a low growl and went for Ryan, knife out. Ryan caught the man just in time and slammed him against the wall, shoving his own knife into the man’s abdomen. Apparently what Ryan had done left an impact on the other two peons, for they ran off. The scuffle between Ryan and that other man only lasted a few seconds, with Ryan as the victor.<br/><br/>As he looked down at the corpse, he wiped the blood off his cheek and looked at the gash on his arm. Then, he turned to Kat and Eric and said, “There’s no doubt in my mind, that wasn’t just some random bunch of men who happened to stumble upon us,” He didn’t sound pleased, and Kat didn’t blame him. Neither was she. She trusted his word, however, “Looks like we’re going to need to relocate again. I don’t know what that was all about, but I sure as hell don’t want to stick around and find out.” He added, practically taking the words out of her mouth.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>He was standing in the alley way when he was approached by a man. The man handed him something small enough to fit into his pocket. He smiled and sent the man on his way.<br/><br/>Soon after, he was approached by another man, who appeared out of breath. “Found them,” was all he said.<br/><br/>Just smiled and sent the man off. He was very, very pleased. It was done. Tony was no more, and now they had this bit of information. Everything was going so smoothly. Almost too smoothly, he thought to himself, and it seemed unbelievable. But he cared not. The final ingredient was to gather up the remaining few and finally make their move.