Grayther took a shaky breath as he withdrew himself from the telescopic sight on his trusty rifle, having just watched another more-or-less small time criminal topple over without ever having known what had hit him. His few minutes of calm were over, and he was back into his near-constant state of nervousness. With another deep breath, he carefully picked up his rifle and placed it against the wall next to the window he had been shooting from, and slumped down next to it. He let his eyes wander the slightly dingy hotel room he had checked into. His contracts with the government made sure he always had exactly what he needed - but nothing more than that. He had no permanent home, save his foster parents', and he hadn't seen them for, what - almost 4 years, now?<br/><br/>He ran a hand down his face, as if trying to brush away the fatigue caused by the hunt of the last 3 days. If he was completely honest with himself, he wasn't sure he had slept at all in those 72 hours.<span style="font-style: italic">You're out of your bloody mind, Grayther.</span>Still. He couldn't go to sleep just yet. The contract demanded that he check in with the government as soon as the deed was done. Sighing, he went down the stairs and into the lobby. A pretty receptionist stood at the desk, looking for all the world like she, too, wished she could just collapse onto a soft bed. She still managed a polite smile when he reached the desk.<br/><br/>"May I help you, sir?" she asked, only taking a brief look at the rifle slung across his back. Grayther motioned towards the old-fashioned phone sitting at the far end of the desk, muttering something he wasn't sure he understood himself. Luckily, the receptionist did. She turned it towards him with another smile, and went back to her bored position a little further away, inspecting her nails. Grayther had barely dialed before someone picked up on the other end.<br/><br/>"Yes?" A sharp, efficient-sounding woman's voice greeted him.<br/>"It's Raae. I'm done here," he replied.<br/>"Excellent!" The woman snapped back. "In fact, your timing is perfect. We've got another job for you. I trust you know that we get our information from anonymous sources? Well, as it turns out, someone is beginning to figure out who those sources are. Even as we speak, it is likely that another one has met their end at the hands of this mysterious attacker. We want you to figure out who it is, and if you can, also who the sources are, so we can keep tabs on them for future's sake. Begin with getting away from your current location. It is no good to be hunted down by the common police for a murder when you are supposed to be investigating in peace. Goodnight."<br/><br/>The phone clicked before Grayther could even reply.<span style="font-style: italic">Must be important, then, if they don't give me the chance to say no and stay alive.</span>Putting down the receiver, he went to the receptionist to check out. Luckily, the Mayfare Street tram wasn't too far away from his current location, and it would provide a cheap and quick escape. With a polite nod towards her, he left the hotel with it's flashing, and sometimes sparking, neon sign. The sharp night air cut like knives against his face and helped him leave his groggy, half-asleep state. It also made him realize that he had absolutely no idea as to whom the attacker or any of the anonymous sources might be.<span style="font-style: italic">Great,</span>he groaned inwardly.<span style="font-style: italic">What on Earth am I supposed to do now?</span>With nothing better to do, and too embarrassed to go back inside the hotel, Grayther slowly made his way towards the tram station. He might be able to find some shelter there and figure out where he was supposed to begin.<br/><br/>Reaching the tram station after a few icy minutes he decided he could have done without, he quickly discovered he was not the only one there. A small, ravenhaired girl was leaning against the sign proclaiming it to be the Mayfare stop. Her hair was whipping in the wind, dancing around her face. Catching her glance, Grayther gave her a quick nod before pulling out a package of cigarettes from one of his numerous pockets. Managing to light one against all odds, he inhaled deeply, soon after letting the smoke out in a long stream. Remembering himself, he turned halfway towards the girl, holding out the package. "A clever girl like you doesn't smoke, does she?"