Eli tapped three times on the bar. "Bartender! A double! If you would only be so kind." Eli said with a certain charm that only he could muster. He hadn't been able to sleep that night. All he could was walk off all the nervous energy from the nights broadcast. Yet again someone was coming for his head and the head of others like him. This wasn't the first and it was highly doubtful it was going to be the last.

"It's not even noon yet, who the hell let you in for that matter." The bartender barked as walked down form his second floor apartment.

"Didn't you see the tv last night? People want me dead. I'm in major destress here." His tone was mocking the entirety of the situation. " You also need to remember that the locks around here are metal. Not a good way to keep the likes of me out."

As the bartender walked be hind the bar, he began to speak. "Do you know anything a out these Syndicate people?" He poured Eli a double of Bourbon and set it front of him.

"Why do you think I'm here before 10 AM looking for a drink? I got nothing on these guys right now." Elijah down the double in a single gulp. "You hear anything about them yet?" He tapped his fingers on the bar again.

"More people than you think agree with these guys. People are still a skiddish of you freaks around here Ford." He poured an other double.

"Nice to know I can always get an honest answer from you Marty." Eli downed his drink again and started to leave. " I'll check in with you a decent hour." Eli flung the door open and using his powers he shut and locked the steel framed door almost as if it was second nature.

"Man that guys a pain in the ass." Marty said he watched Eli leave.

Elijah's minds was racing trying to figure out was going to happen next. He knew it was pointless but he couldn't help it. The quicker this was done and over with the happier Elijah Ford would be.