"Well either the wise old owl is gonna rape that poor girl or he's gonna help her. Either way there isn't much I can do without making a mess of it. Let's go." Eli spoke so plain that his new personal assistant was almost in a state of utter shock.

As they walked away from the park. Eli and his driver, one Eva Adams who had no real use for. "So, are you driving me home and that's the end of it or did one of the Hardy boys assign you to me?" Eli asked with a furrowed eye brow.

"I have been assigned to be your personal assistant until other wise noticed." She stated her voice somewhere between pride and frustration.  Pride in her job and how well she knee she did it, frustration with the like Elijah Craigh.

"Well... Jolly good then... Drive the fucking car then Personal Assistant Eva  Adams." Eli said waving towards the driver seat of the opulent vehicle. As they both took their respective seats, Eli noticed just how nice this thing was. As someone who just spent the past six months chilling with monks in China, even just the basic American amenities would have been amazing. This car however was  an ultra-luxury car on par with nothing he'd ever seen. Soft leather everywhere, small touch screen that played the role of an on board tablet,  feature after feature, luxury after luxury. Eli whished he'd never notice what was in the car.

 A few miles down the road, Eli was plotting his next step. He needed information on this underground meta movement. He needed someone with fingers with in all the honey pots as it were. "Heard any urban legends lately? Pay a guy here and your wife or problems go away kinda thing?" Eli asked looking for a place to start his search for intell. Urban legends were always a great place to start, there was always s grain of truth to it. He was living proof of it.

Not long ago he lived and breathed the name Baba Yaga, a name given to him by the leaders of the Russian Mob. Baba Yaga was an old Slavic folktale, one where the an old which by the name of Baba Yaga was seen as both evil and benevolent. Baba would either help you, or kill you, there was seldom any in between.

Eva looked into the rear view mirror and responded to his question. "Word has it there's a guy seen with a gas mask across town. Rumor say he's really-. " She was cut off by Elijah's inpatients. "Get there and I'll do the rest. A guy like that always stands outs. People always talk."

Within an hour or two Eli was standing in office that seemed like it was around seventy years old. No real sign of any technology, an old typewriter, a nice desk and some old beaten up filing cabinets were only things that stood out to him. That and a pretty decent bottle of scotch that he gladly drank from.

The more he looked around the more he couldn't help but notice just organized everything. Manila folders where neatly pressed but heavy and filled. Eli and his curiosity or just his own reckless abandonment almost demanded that he open a file. He smiled when saw what was in it.

A dossier on a C level nobody he had never heard of.  Plans and tactics to take out this meta. A small history, and just about every detail one could ask for was present. This was just some creeper stalking, this was a pure work of art. Setting down on the desk, Eli walked over to the cabinets and starting opening them. Eli felt like he had a hit s gold mine of information. This was exactly what he needed. This however did feel s little to easy but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He pulled out three files, Isabella Lancaster, Jaden McFadden and his own. Eli's vanity was too great not read his own file first. It was more detailed then even Eli had thought possible. Who ever did this was a little too good at their job for their own good. Eli had one benefit, he had been gone for so long that this file, while detailed to the brim was still a little out of date. He was happy to see that he was list as extremely dangerous.

The next file he went to was that of Jaden McFadden. This file was uncomfortably light. Almost like there was a reason on not fill this out like his was. There was something off about that Eli couldn't figure out. With as much details that was his own file, he'd expect the same would true would for most if not all.

Eli wasn't a fool experience had been too good of a teacher. This wasn't a place to dabble, his gut told him there was much more to Jaden McFadden's file than meets the eye. Could who ever owned this office be in Jaden's employ? It would make sense as the file the basic details but what made him think there was more was a marking that noted Jaden as extremely dangerous. The only useful bit of information was a number scrawled at the top. Eli entered it into his phone and saved it.

"Well at least I got that much. Still so little... Employer would make sense but shit why a file on an employer? Well I've killed most of mine but still something isn't right here... Fuck it." Eli said in a hush tone. This was no place to hang around. He had wasted enough time here. He replaced all the files ignoring the Lancaster file completely. He put his file in front of the typewriter and left his name and number on it, Eli also stole the bottle of Scotch. One day he might learn to stop poking the bear so much, but it wasn't gonna be today.

He snuck back out and got back into the car. "Personal Assistant Eva Adams, I'll never forget when I got back from the war and I bought my momma a new car. A brand new Cadillac, she said "Son! Ive always said if your gonna be a Bear be a grizzly but this is a Kodiak! There I learned if you go, go big. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Drive the damn car. We're gonna make a stop and then its on to café Lattitude."

When she was done rolling her eyes. After the aforementioned stop was made Eli was ready to poke the bear. He chuckled at the Hardy boys, Cedric and Stewie would say. They would both more then likely have a heart attack if they knew what he was doing. Just the same he made the call. Now armed with a handgun, three magazines and an extremely rare bottle of bourbon.

He paused for a second and thought about what the consequences might be. The Dali Lama again in his head, yet he chose to ignore every bit of it. He waited for an answer on the end of the line. When he heard the line open up, Eli struck while the iron was hot. "Uh, hi. My name is Elijah Craigh, and I'd like to talk to you about the fucking tree baby thing your planning. Fancy a drink?" It was then Eli realized, he maybe ought not to have antagonized this guy so early on.