Silas woke up to find that he had neglected to get undressed before he'd fallen asleep. Not only were his clothes wrinkled as hell, but he also had a major crick in his neck. His day got even better when Silas saw the reason why his phone was blinking obnoxiously. A message from Anon? What did he think he was doing now? Silas just ignored the text and tossed his phone onto the couch as he made himself food and turned on the news. He was looking for anything on the fire the arsonist had caused, but the only thing on any of the news stations was the NTE leader trading information for his freedom. After about twenty minutes of not really paying attention to the news, Silas finally saw a blip about the fire being put out scroll across the bottom of the screen. As soon as he saw what he'd wanted Silas clicked off the TV.

After showering and dressing himself for the day, Silas sat out on his small balcony with his not-wine glass. "So, the dark underbelly of this city is squirming at the prospect of being brought to light is it?" He mused to himself as he watched people move about on the streets. Silas grabbed his phone and typed out:

[i]he needs to walk free[/i]

After sending that to Anon, Silas left his apartment to go for a walk. This city was going to be the death of him. Hopefully those heroes would be up to the task of keeping a man the entire underworld wanted silenced alive. Not for the first time, the idea of moving to someplace a little less chaotic pushed its way into Silas' head. He'd thought it a thousand times, but he'd never actually leave this city for good. That would be the same as giving up on it.