<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Clichy-Sous-Bois, Paris, Streets<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John, open<br/><hr/>"Save the lecture, John. What the hell are you and the others going to be able to do?" He scowled. "Besides, I've still got five lives left." He would chuckle, though it felt kind of hollow. "Have some faith.You don't even know what I can do.  If you're worried, call Renault. This would be something right up his alley."<br/><br/>He saw the kid leave, and peddled slowly after him. With his phone in one hand, he took his bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and drank from it slowly. The kid was moving slowly; too slowly for Sully to follow normally. But if someone saw him moving at the kids pace, while drinking water and having a phone call, well, it became understandable that he'd be moving slowly.  "I'm not going back. I've got a lead, and I'm not letting it get away."