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Lyger had been lucky. 

The tracker that he had placed on the thief at the museum had finally paid off, leading him to the safe house that the Winter Hill Gang had been able to keep hidden from him. He crouched in silence at the edge of the rooftop of the building directly across from the safe house, which had turned out to be nothing more than a warehouse near the docks. 

[i] Cliché much? When are these guys going to try something different?[/i] Lyger asked himself as he watched the movements within the warehouse through a pair of miniaturized high powered binoculars that Harry had developed. 

He had been worried that the night he had spent with Sammy and her friends would set him back in his search for the thief and his employers. While it had taken several days for the tracker to pay off, he now had the location of the Winter Hill Gang’s safe house. He watched as a caravan of black sedans suddenly pulled up in front of the warehouse. There were four cars, each identical with the windows tinted. 

[i]Well, this is interesting.[/i] Lyger thought to himself as he watched the passengers emerge from the cars. One man above all else held his interest. He was a short, stocky man with a receding hairline and a slight overbite. From his research into the gang, he knew that this man could only be one person, Wilbur “Rabbit” Knox. The de-facto leader of the Winter Park Gang, who only answered to two men: Mick Sheeran, the undisputed leader of the Winter Park Gang, and the Cowl, who owned Sheeran. Lyger took his time as he assessed the situation. About a dozen men had gotten out of the cars, not counting Rabbit, and from what he could tell; there were at least three others inside, one of which was the thief from the museum. 

Lyger slowly rose from his hiding spot and was about to fire a grapnel line from his wrist gauntlet to take him across the way where he would be able to take down the Winter Park Gang, and if he could take down Rabbit along with the rest, that might be a blow that the gang cannot recover from.

“Lyger, I need you back at The Garage.” Harry’s voice came over the com link.
“Not now. I can end this tonight.” Lyger responded.

“It can wait, I need you back at The Garage, now.” There was something in Harry’s voice that concerned him. There was a sense of urgency that he hadn’t heard before. “Fine. I’m on my way.”


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Lyger pulled up a seat next to the computer array that Harry was sitting in front of and took off his mask. As he looked to his mentor, he noted that the older man had a look of deep concern on his face; it was a look that he hadn’t seen since D-Day. But there was something else in the way that he carried himself, a sense of sadness that he couldn’t quite place. 

“Harry, what’s going on?” Kyle asked as he made eye contact with his mentor. Harry sat quietly for a moment as he pulled up the files on the computer. Finally, he looked met his protégé’s gaze. He pulled up a photo of a man who looked to be in his early to mid forties. Kyle didn’t know who the man was, but was curious to find out why he had Harry so shaken.

“This…” Harry started, then paused to take a deep breath. “This is Dr. Jason Miles. Up until recently, he was a sleep researcher at Acadia State Hospital, unfortunately, something went wrong with one of his experiments and he became an inmate at Acadia State Hospital. Three nights ago, he murdered an orderly and escaped. The Crown Ridge Police Department are keeping it quiet for now while they try to find him.” 

“Alright, I--” Harry interrupted him.

“His mother is also a very good friend of mine. I’ve known Jason since he was nine years old. Kyle, you need to find him before the police do. They won’t hesitate to put him down if they think he’s a threat. You need to make sure that doesn’t happen. I owe it to his mother.” Harry told him.

“I’ll bring him in.” Kyle promised.

“Good. Now go.” Harry said. “And Kyle…take the car.”