Jacque frowned a bit as he heard the sirens fading into the distance. Normally this would have simply sounded the 'all clear' in his head, but the sirens were moving in the opposite direction of the way he'd run, and there were far too many to just be a response to home invasion. Whats more, they seemed to be heading towards sector three, meaning whatever was going on was a bit too close to his apartment on the border of sector four for comfort, "Might as well see what the hell is going on. I really hope my home ain't caught in the cross fire." Jacque sighed as he rolled back into a standing position and shouldered the bag. Like a flash he was off, willing the water back to its limb state and using it as a grappling hook to swing from roof tops and street lights, following the police cruisers just fast enough to keep sight of them, but slow enough not to arouse suspicion. Whatever was going on, Jacque was sure it was bound to either amuse him or piss him off.