[h2]Sacha Fedyaev[/h2]

Only Maxxy was in sight. Sacha figured that John would've set himself up in order to get the job done, one way or another. As the lagomorph approached him he nodded his head. "Sacha, you ol' bastard, what are ya doin' here? Haven't seen ya in years old pal!" Coded message, he gets it. "But, seriously, why the hell did you need my help?" The tigers continued their march back to the Hole while Sacha remained behind amidst the storm and Maxxy as he unholstered his new HK45 Pistol.

"See this?" He tossed it over to Maxxy for her to have a look in regards to why. "I picked up new toys from the Godmother. Every good kitty deserves a good toy for good behaviour." He dryly purred underneath the mask. "Top range, military-grade. Curious isn't it? The Spetsnaz would have their fingers over this informant if they still existed." Once Maxxy was ready to return the handgun, he would holster it quickly be his side. "Snooping and getting information is among your best assets. Your contract to retrieve information is still going, but I have some bonuses if you're able to get it done now. It will be more than just your rent I originally planned." He pats on her shoulders.

He looked towards the now far-vehicle he came from into the dust. "The Godmother can be left alone. I'm not sure about the gators. I suggest you keep out of sight if you don't want a hail of bullets." He began to take his leave back away from the street. "Good hunting, Max."