Despite having told herself that she wanted nothing to do with his personal issues, Hayley had to admit that she had grown fond of his company and having to cut that off herself made her feel somewhat guilty. Nonetheless, she decided to favor her own welfare and let them work on their own life. "See you," she replied as she turned away to the direction of her home. She now had a litany of things she must take care of lest retribution came knocking on her door.

----------- One Month Later -----------

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit!!"

Hayley made a mad dash for the path in front of her as the noises of soles against the asphalt road crept closer towards her direction. In the month she had spent resuming her solitary life, she learned that the fiasco she, Isaac and Vincent caused at the underground fighting arena had ruffled the feathers of several parties, one of which had both the manpower, money and willingness to eliminate them for their antics. The deafening noise of a gunshot paced her to run faster, evident from the way she was hastily leaping over any fences or objects on the road. Making her way to an abandoned building, the blonde promptly used the empty skeleton of concrete, steel and abandonment as a hiding place with her pursuers on tow. As she ran into the building, she could hear a feminine voice yell out with a heavy hint of Italian accent.

"I don't care if we have to reduce this place to rubble. I want that [i]zoccola[/i] brought to me, dead or alive!"