Shock was no where near what Mathias saw in Ryleigh. She was petrified. Afraid. Terrified. Those feelings had long since passed for him. With every life that was stolen, seeing a man die before a killer's hands was mere normalcy. What surprised him more was her intent on phoning the authorities, that simply could not happen. Never in his line of work had he enlisted the participation or help of the police. If they arrived, that meant he failed his contract miserably. This situation was a different matter altogether, but his intent on keeping the police out was non-negotiable. 

"Ms. Anderson."

She ignored him. He didn't have the patient to deal with this right now. He needed the body taken care of before more people came out.

He got to his feet and quickly closed the distance between the two. "Ryleigh!" he said. He broke his one rule. He gripped her shoulder roughly as he stared straight into those doe-like eyes. "Why didn't you wait inside as I instructed? This was all done to protect you. Minimize your exposure! You cannot call the police. It will only make matters much worse. Do you understand? No police. No one. Just me."

Releasing his grip, he moved quickly to the body as he began to wipe down any surface he may have touched. He hadn't been wearing any gloves tonight. How stupid! When he was satisfied that his prints were no longer on the man, he picked up the body and dragged it towards a dumpster. Using the man's clothe, he opened the lid and tossed the corpse inside. He wished Ryleigh wasn't here to see the darker parts of his job, but it was far too late for that now. As he closed the dumpsters lid after hiding piles of trash on top of the dead gang member, he caught sight of a tattoo. A bear on its hind legs standing within a skull background. Then he noticed another one. [i]Spetsnaz? You've gotta be kidding me![/i]

Closing the lid, he walked back to the fight scene. He rubbed away as much blood as he could - which he took care in minimizing during the whole ordeal. Once he was satisfied, he walked back to Ryleigh. "We're leaving," he said, his mask of formalities forgotten. "No arguments. Now."