From the deck of his downtown apartment Dimitri glared down onto the city below him with distain. Five months, that's how long it had been since he'd lost his sense of self control, five months since he'd attempted a rampage in the midst of a terrorist attack, and above all, five months since he'd met and traded blows with two of the A.C.D.A.'s correctional officers. The wendigo gripped the mimosa in his left hand almost hard enough to shatter the glass as he absent mindedly traced his right hand over a few scars on his neck, feeling the difference between the smooth normal skin and the healed over burn marks as if to remind himself of what had happened. The battle had been brief, and while he managed to avoid capture, it certainly hadn't gone in his favor thanks to the two to one odds. 

Dimitri sneered and gulped down his drink, briefly enjoying the taste of champagne and orange juice mixing on his tongue before he wiped his mouth off on his arm. Things weren't exactly going as well as he'd hoped; he'd lost the fight and had even been forced to change his usual hunting grounds due to a few less than efficient hunts, but there were a few silver linings to this. One thing was that his human persona was still unknown, the second was that he still had a place of employ, and the third was that the fight had cleared his mind enough for him to focus and put to use the skill he'd honed over the years, not to mention begin planning his payback for the wounds inflicted on him. The wendigo stared quietly at the city for a few moments more before he slipped back into his apartment to begin plotting, a grin that was just a bit too wide and toothy to be considered human worming its way onto his face as he plotted how he'd go about toying with the A.C.D.A.. After all, what good was revenge if one couldn't have fun exacting it?