((And back to the present.))<br/><br/>"If you two keep yammering, we'll probably find out in a minute who they are and how they want to kill us," Sehrab said over his shoulder.<br/><br/>He kicked the motorcycle and it started. Gaining speed, he took off down the street and made a sharp turn down a back alley.<br/><br/>There was a shadow just behind a dumpster in the alley prompting him to slow down and exit the bike. When he went to investigate, a man holding a blaster pistol confronted him.<br/><br/>"Give me your money!" The guy said. He hadn't hardly said it than had Sehrab gotten his own gun firmly around the guy's neck. The guy began to turn red as he fought to breath.<br/><br/>"Do you know who you stopped," Sehrab began. "They call me Cerberus."<br/><br/>The guy's eyes widened with fear. Sehrab laughed.<br/><br/>"You're lucky today," Sehrab said. "I'm feeling generous."<br/><br/>He released the man and got back on the bike. He tossed Zen's empty wallet on the ground and started the motorcycle, but stopped it once they were out of the alley.<br/><br/>"I'll be right back," he said as he rounded the corner.<br/><br/>The man was still on the ground as Sehrab came towards him. He relized to late the danger and didn't know to run.<br/><br/>"Did you think I was going to let you off that easy?" Sehrab laughed.<br/><br/>He produced a pistol--the man's pistol from earlier--and put it on the man's neck. For a second, neither moved until Sehrab's finger finally twitched and sent a blast of energy into the man's skull.<br/><br/>He turned and walked back as though nothing had happened.