"Your nights are numbered, Magnus." Mithias ended the call, turning the phone off. Things were indeed screwed up if Magnus Shaen could simply call Elite agents. How many had he already convinced to join him?? Mithias growled quietly under his helm. Without Elites, SOLDIER wouldn't be able to function, and now, thanks to Magnus, word would get out that many of them had been contacted by the rebel leader. SOLDIER would have no choice but to distrust its former few vampire allies. They would be discharged, expelled, and possibly even hunted, regardless of their convictions. Magnus had single handedly, with a mere cellphone, dismantled the immortal core of the only agency capable of law enforcement. Mithias heart beat fast with realization, and he blinked in horror. It was the bloody Inquisition all over again. His own recent resignation from SOLDIER was also highly suspicious and would make him a prime target, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

And just as before, some seven centuries ago, Mithias again sought his sire. There would be no point in attempting to face the wars of the world alone, not after having to be rescued from the bring of death, but perhaps together with Gabriel... There would be some kind of hope. That was where he belonged, by his father's side, from now on to heed his wisdom. Sanity may just have to take a back seat. 

That sexy engine revved as Mithias got back on the road, speeding toward the city.

...

Late afternoon was broaching evening as the soon-to-be wanted vampire curised into downtown. He was going to have to make this quick. Parking the bike, he took from it a small case and a speaker and some wires. Setup was easy on a populated street corner, as he only had, himself, the speaker, and an instrument. Fortunately, nearly none of the American humans had any idea what Mithias Varomere looked like, yet. They probably would tomorrow. Using the bike as a powersource, Mithias hooked in the wires and took off his leather jacket. He was wearing an ornate suit, one fitting for a frivolous vampire, and fit for show. Surely it was expensive.

[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v178/Wraithblade6/whitesuit_zpsjpjerev5.jpg[/img]

Out of the case, he took an electric violin. Ah! He was a street performer! One or two humans took pause for the opportunity to scrutinize his intro. So, a vampire wished to entertain them? This might be worth watching. 

Making use of tech, Mithias began something like this.

First song: Secrets, [url]http://youtu.be/czkJYLqylzs[/url]

He followed with a few songs: [url]http://youtu.be/PAbwgPEW4dk[/url]

Still seeing no sign of the specific person whos attention he sought, he played an other song, one more pointed by its title. The name would be triggered in the memories of the humans who knew it. That, and coupled with the recognizable vision of Mithias, there was a chance it would work. 

Gabriel's Oboe: [url]http://youtu.be/TgUXUEZS118[/url]

Mithias looked at the small crowd. He got some applause and people were putting small change into his violin case as a gesture more than anything. He raised his arm once more, thinking of what to play next.