"I think this is far enough." Glaive said to himself as his chest heaved. He was exhausted, but not entirely out of energy. Right now he was just taking it easy and getting air back into his lungs. From the look of things he was by a pool table near the far side of the restaurant. He hated how open and clean this place was, there were hardly any good places to hide, and those that he thought were good were too high to reach.