"Two hours. The asset is [i]two hours[/i] late to the extraction point." The man ran both hands through his hair in frustration. "He's never late. If we lose Murphy's pet, he'll have our asses." He sat a control center, the very one he'd been sitting at when 32 was ordered to capture the Viper over two hours ago. They shouldn't have sent him on a second mission; he hadn't been prepped for it. Now he'd gone AWOL and their tracers were malfunctioning. Weapon X and Friends of Humanity combined could count on one hand how many times their shared super assassin had failed a mission. 

"Well don't just sit there, dammit! Send out a team, find him! Burn the whole damn city down if you have to!" Another man stood behind him, a higher up. He hadn't been happy when he'd heard the news, but his anger was merely a fraction of what Murphy would show them if they didn't find the asset. That thing was too valuable to lose, especially with the agenda already lined up for it. 

The man picked up his headset, which he had tossed down in frustration, and spoke into it. "We need an elite search squad. Start in sector 6 of the city and fan out from there. You are looking for a male, five eleven, dark hair, dark eyes, could be wearing anything. Look for strange mannerisms or hidden weapons. If the target is found, keep him in your sight but [i] do not approach[/i] until a team arrives to apprehend him. We can't risk him running." 

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 The rain had let up. It slowed into a quiet drizzle that pattered against the pavement, but not before the nameless man found himself soaked to the skin. His hair, longer than usual, was curlier when wet. It almost grew to the top of his ears, little dark waves and curls plastered to his wet head. He didn't speak to his companion if he could help it. The man didn't really have much to say, and he felt that he hadn't for a long time. Conversation consisted of yes, no, and four letter sentences. He soon figured out that this girl didn't actually know where to look for the man they were after, but he had yet to break away from her. Her strange treatment of him was...he wasn't sure what word to use. Nice? Kind? [i]Human[/i]? None were words to be spared for him.

When they had started out, his gait had been a little strange, unsure, maybe even a little clumsy and uneven. But the further they went down the blocks, the more his stride became like the prowl of a predictor: fluid and precise. It looked odd, given his soaking wet shirt, a little too tight, and sweatpants. He had put his boots back on, but despite the heavy footwear, his steps were silent. 

He hadn't regained any more memories, but he had hallucinated while he had slept. He had seen a man he thought he knew; a man he trusted. The man stood in front of him and watched as he was put into a chair and strapped down. A helmet with spikes on the inside was forced down on his head. Why wasn't the man helping him? He felt pain, his mind being ripped away, and electricity... The electricity. The man, the one he was looking for, had pushed him into electricity. That's why he was- The nameless man stopped, letting out a soft grunt at the sudden shard of pain in his head. It hurt to remember. He brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose until the headache subsided.