Alex prided himself on his speed, something that not even his fellow experiments could match. It had been nearly a decade since he had been out classed in this regard, and yet this Yin person moved with a speed that made Alex understand what it was like to be slow.<br/><br/>"What-" he started, but was interrupted by Yin, who reprimanded him and took the wallet to boot, handing it back to the man he stole it from. Then a girl interrupted them, and then Yin invited them to the top of a mountain before heading off. Alex had no intention of following.<br/><br/>Not to be misinterpreted, Alex would love the chance to learn from someone that had just proved that he was far faster then Alex was, but Alex WAS still running from a secret government organization, and Yin WAS mildly famous at this point. Not a good idea, even a little bit. Alex was just about to leave when the boy he'd stolen from stepped in front of him.<br/><br/>"You, little creep," He said, as menacingly as he could."You had my wallet."<br/><br/>"It seems I did," Alex agreed. "Perhaps it was trying to escape." He wasn't really feeling like being nice, not after finding out there were still people that far outclassed him. Alex tried to move to the side only to be intercepted by one of the boy's friends<br/><br/>"Very funny, you little fucker," the first boy said, "but no one steals from me. You think you're so tough, I can't believe that Yin picked you over me, he must be a glorified retard, he must have gotten that far in the tournament by accident!"<br/><br/>Alex sighed. This guy was ranting already, working himself into a froth. Alex could tell, he'd had far too much experience with people like this, he wasn't going to get out of this peacefully. He took a lax looking, barely recognizable as aggressive stance.<br/><br/>"Look I don't wa-" he started, and quickly struck out with<span style="font-style: italic">El Glopeo al Salveje</span>, pegging the boy's jugular and sending him gasping. Before he could recover, Alex stepped in and added a quick knee to the chest, a light shove, and as the boy fell back Alex finished it with a swift, vicious heel kick to the sternum that sent the boy flying into his own friends who caught his unconscious body. The whole thing happened in less then a few seconds, even with Alex only giving a fraction of his speed and strength in a hope to not permanently damage the boy. Permanent damage would mean that people would remember, would talk, and that couldn't be good. Then Alex took a look at the crowd around him and saw that his efforts were futile.<br/><br/>Even in a small town like this, people had smart phones, and every person in the crowd had one out, recording the whole thing. There was nothing Alex could do now, he couldn't take EVERY phone without people reporting it in some way. He was going to be found out. Alex quickly began calculating, trying to figure out some way to avoid being found out, and only one came to mind. Yin Jingshin. He was famous enough, big enough, that maybe, JUST MAYBE, Alex's speed and skill could be explained as part of Yin's training, and not his enhanced genetics. Maybe his story would be big enough to swallow this little incident. And maybe Alex just wanted to learn and had found an excuse to do so.<br/><br/>Regardless, he'd made up his mind. He was going up the mountain.