Hitshio was flying after the beast that he had spotted of the Vatican City, after of course taking care of his previous task.  He would return to his master when he was called, but for the time being he felt compelled to investigate the hazards of this monster.  He had flown across the Atlantic ocean in his nigh tireless half state.  He had managed to make a quiet landing in New York City.<br/><em>Only too easy considering the mess the other must have made of the media.</em>He walked, putting his petty coat back on, into the park.  His dark eyes not shining with the typical demonic red as he suppressed his lineage.  His dark petty coat flicked in the slight breeze and he pulled his silver and very ornate pocket watch from his pocket. With a soft click he opened it, feeling a pang as his contractor die.<br/>"All is well then, it was almost time for evening tea," He smirked, she had contracted him to take care of her in her old age, and then when she realized that she could command him to achieve impossible feats she did so often. Each one cost a year and the pope assassination, it seems, was her last.<br/>"Perhaps now I can find something more interesting to do," Valoren continued towards the 'crash site.'