The sound of the motorcycle squeeling outside sent Nora into a frenzy.  Grabbing her pack and gun, she rushed out to see the room emptied with the only traces of Nick was the tracker pin that she gave him a long  time ago sitting on the table.  "That son of a bitch!" She growled in frustration as she threw her bag on the floor and rushed into the room to grab her laptop.<br/><br/>LIttle did Nick know, Nora was a lot smarter than she seemed.  In the many men and women that she and her people lost, the only thing that didn't seem to end up missing from dead bodies were their underwear, immediate cloths and shoes.  Laughing in both anger and coy, she flipped open the laptop and activated the tracker she embedded in his boot a long time ago.  Sure,  she was probably a bit paranoid, but after losing her sister to a kidnapping and couldn't find her in time before the mob killed her, she definitely learned her lesson.<br/><br/>Sure enough, NIcolas was at the old diner on Beachtown Boulevard.  "I knew he took that job!  I told him it was way too dangerous!" Closing the laptop, she grabbed her stuff and raced to the garage.  Looking for the black, chrome Ducati, Nora yanked her helmet from the biker's stand as she passed it. "I'm sick of his god damn antics.  I don't know why he can't just act like a damn grown-up every once in a while."<br/><br/>Straddling her bike, she shoved her rifle in her bag and shouldered it, taking off into the night toward the location he was at.