As Victor was handcuffing the the five would-be rapists and leaving a note for the police, the sound of a woman's voice suddenly interrupted him. Turning around to face her, the first thing that stuck out to him was her choice of attire, or really lack-there-of, as she seemed to have more leather covering her arms and legs than her torso or chest, leaving very little to the imagination. If not for the mask, he might have mistaken her for having a very different occupation. [i]I'd make a comment about it being a little early for Halloween, but that would probably be a little hypocritical.[/i]

The mysterious girl then walked closer, running her hand up and down the muscles of his arm and sending a chill up his spine. Something told him that this girl was trouble, but another part of him didn't seem to care. That corset was messing with his head more than he'd like to admit. Replying to her comment of the lack of appreciation of the woman he saved and how he handled himself in the fight, Blue Eagle replied, "I've dealt with worse. I'm just glad no one had a gun. Victim included."

When she took her hand away, a sudden feeling seemed to grow in his chest that he couldn't place. It was strange and unfamiliar, but neither bad nor good. [i]Weird.[/i] Realizing that she was leaving now though and not wanting that to happen, Victor spoke up, "Wait, I didn't catch your name. Mine's V- Blue Eagle. What's yours?"