Kevin struggled back to his feet, nearly falling over as he did. “Damn…” He rubbed his neck, using the wall as leverage to hold himself up. He had heard everyone scramble, and he was hearing the police sirens. That kid was left, the silver guy. “No rest for the wicked…” He sighed, moving closer to the dizzy mutant. “Come on, let’s not leave you hanging…” He reached down to help the silver mutant out of the alley, making sure that none would be caught by the men in blue. This was of course Viper’s scene and he wasn’t about to let anyone take the fall for this. While he was a douche at times, jaded by the years, he wasn’t heartless. Being caught in the middle of this could very well mean some really troublesome consequences. He moved as fast as he could, and once he was far enough from the scene of the crime, Kevin let go of the silver mutant and took a deep breath. His stamina was back after that little rest he had indulged in, though the concrete wasn’t very comfortable against his naked skin. Speaking of which, it would be an idea to get a hold of a shirt. Luckily the motel was close by. “Alright.” He stretched, turning to the mutant. “From here, you’ll need to walk on your own. Don’t die.” He winked and moved on, slipping between the buildings as he made his way towards the motel.

The thoughts of his fight seeped into his mind and didn’t let go. That man, that construct, it had his blood. They had actually managed to manufacture something from what they claimed? Damn, this was bad. It also spelled trouble for Kevin’s previous plans. Settling down? Yeah, right. This mutant, human, creature thing was out to get him and he was gladly going to return the favour. 32’s very existence was stolen property, something stolen from Kevin. He would find that agent and they would dance again, without a circus surrounding them. 

Though lost in thought, Viper soon found himself by the door to his motel and was met by a funny look from the owner sitting in the lobby. “What’re you trying to prove, scrawny?” Kevin turned to the man for a second, raising his eyebrow. He was going to reply, but simply shook his head and moved up the stairs. 

This night couldn’t get much worse but it felt good to finally be home. Without a second thought, he threw off his clothes, took a warm shower and dried up. He was immediately refreshed, slipping into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Good, now he could plan his next move. Kevin reached below his bed and produced a case. Within was a neatly fitted blade next to seven throwing knives. Tracing the scabbard gently with his fingers, he breathed out. This had happened once before, and was one of the main reasons why Weapon X left him alone for a while. He decided to strike back, sending a few messages back to HQ in the form of body parts. Viper wouldn’t say that he’s proud of the darker things he’s done, but it worked for a while. Well, only for them to build a mutant, human cyborg to send after him. He had to admit though, it added some variation. Apparently that house would have to wait.