"Those two are too impatient for there own good." Simon said with a say as he watched his two teammates head off into what was undoubtedly a trap laid by the very sub zero scoundrel they were pursuing. The bare footed hero took a seat on a near by bus bench and looked over to his extraterrestrial comrade, who was apparently testing out his toxic abilities as he waited. Simon always found Thalesin quite fascinating, less to the fact that he was from another world but more that Thalesin was a person from a whole another cutler filled with their own music, art, dances and customs none of which had been studied by man. He always wanted to ask about the alien's back round but he found that asking about a man's past, even one from beyond the stars, was considered quite rude. So Simon had to settle for studying from afar.

Simon let ten minutes pass before he arose from his seat he walked back over to Thalesin. "Their time may not be up but we're heading in." Simon said in a cold tone. "What can I say I may be a bit impatient as well." He said with the slightest of smirks on his face before he turned towards the building. "I'll head in through the vents. Whatever way you attended to go make sure you stay safe Phantom." He said as he placed a hand on the alien's shoulder. Simon then turned and sprinted towards the grocery store. With a leap the beast like hero sailed over the dumpster and effortlessly slid into the vent. 

The first thing that greeted Simon was the smell of meat, lots and lots of meat. His stomach let out a low growl at the enticing aroma. Simon had to shake himself back to refocus on the task at hand before he began making his way through the vents. Following the trail that Collin left was easy, one just had to follow the smell of whisky and cigarettes, the pungent smell of vomit was also a factor that help lead Simon through the maze of metal. It was when he came to the gaping hole in the vent that he knew his search was over. Simon was about to peer out the hole but his attention was grabbed by the sight of a dead rat. His eyes dilated, his stomach let out another low growl and he bared his fangs. He was about to pounce on the carcass when he pulled himself back. [I] No no you're better than this Simon. [/I] he thought before looking out the hole in the vent.

The sight was less than spirit lifting, Collin hanging from the ceiling and Oliver visible and under some hefty looking man. [I] I knew those two were too impatience. [/I] Simon thought as he rolled his eyes. He eyed the icy foe, who was looking much to smug for Simon's liking. [I] How about we try this again. [/I] He thought before he silently lunged from the vent and began to barely down at Frostbite, his claws aimed to dig him into the foes shoulders and pin him to the ground like before.