Trick had scoured every alley, every hidey hole, and every nook and cranny searching for any information on the two hunters he had met previously. All he had come up with was a name, the man with the lightning blade was Dimitri Cromwell, a very helpful drunk had told him this; but only after he had peeled back his nails and cut off a few toes. He found it strange why this man would go through so much trouble to hide a name, it hadn't been anything special. Trick found the nearest phone booth and searched through the book that presided there, "[color=9e0039]Dimitri Cromwell, Dimitri Cromwell, Dimitri Cromwell[/color]" he muttered as he peered through the pages. Unable to find anything he snapped the book shut, turned on his heel and left. [i][color=9e0039]It looks like I'm going to have to resort to more potent methods.[/color][/i] he thought to himself. Trick stalked slowly through the night towards their meeting spot, once he reached it he blended into the dark and disappeared. Waiting.