Levin could hear the large, imposing sound of an obnoxious man jumping between buildings as if he's playing hopscotch. He found this a perfect opportunity to toy with the man, something he deserved for causing the bloodcurdling psychopath so much trouble. His various wounds sprayed a pool of blood on the ground, then splattered some in random directions. If he was following the blood, then he could confuse his pursuer by leaving a trail in every direction. He then dived into the shallow splotch of blood as if it were an olympic swimming pool.<br/><br/>Levin had pulled himself up from the puddle of blood that Gabriel was bound in earlier. He found it a cruel twisted joke to have him hop away, only to discover that his target had returned to the scene of the crime. A malicious chuckle escaped from his mouth before once again running in the direction away from the large silencer. He had to make sure he kept living, for Sam, and only Sam.