It was two in the morning when Mathias woke from his nap. After checking to make sure his monitors were working and reading more into the files Huntington had sent him, he figured taking a short five hour power nap wouldn't kill him. He had conditioned his body to go without sleep for several days, but if it wasn't needed, he'd never say no to a few moments of a tense-free world. Namely when he dreamed. 

Now, as he walked outside, he noticed a few estate guards patrolling with comfortable habit. He nodded to one and received and acknowledgement back. "Quiet?"

"As always," said the guard as he rolled his shoulder. "The boss took on some more PMC guys though. Preparing for war if I didn't know better. Must be taking on some serious shit."

Mathias nodded. The gang that had tried to kill Ryleigh at the party [i]was[/i] serious shit. Not only did they carry out human trafficking, drug smuggling, wet jobs, and muscle for intimidation, but they recruited from the worst of the worst. Ex-Spetznas looking for purpose, psychotic killers with a long success track record at their craft, and the most astute of chemists. This group was set. He dared not share this with the guard. He wondered if he should request the Society to find a contract on the organization. Cut the head off the dragon before it awoke. 

"How's babysitting the princess?" the guard asked. "Heard about the party. Nasty business. You get the guy?"

Mathias shrugged. "He met an unfortunate accident."

"Right."

"Speaking of the princess, it's time for a quick check up," he said before bidding the guard farewell. He entered the house right as Ryleigh entered the kitchen. He arched an eyebrow as he silently followed. "Couldn't sleep?"