Keith was almost out of control, fighting himself to stay conscious of his actions, but the pain he was feeling was overwhelming. It wasn't like he was injured, but something screamed in his mind, telling him that something was not right. He searched the streets frantically, even the back allies, but all he found were drunk people and a few thugs looking to mug them.<br/><br/>Keith scared the muggers off, but the two drunk people had no idea what he was talking about, they were useless to him. Once out of the ally, he made someone go help them while he went back on the hunt. He saw the limo a few lights ahead of him and he broke into a dash to catch it. Everyone who saw him was amazed a big guy could move so fast, but his muscled legged propelled him like an Olympic runner. He ran out in front of the limo, but when he opened the door, he found that it was not what he was looking for. Just a couple of honeymooners and a fat guy driving. He slammed the door shut, a dent when his hand was.<br/><br/>He shouted out and ran back to the casino, hoping maybe he had just missed them the first time, maybe this was all for nothing. Keith saw a motorcyclist while binoculars looking at him as he ran, but the biker quickly left when he Keith looking at him. Keith ignored it and kept running. Once he made it back to the hotel, he saw the limo and the soldier and ran up to him. He picked the soldier up and slammed him onto the hood, making a crater in it.<br/><br/>"Where Are They!?" He shouted, his rage boiling over