Hm.

Ace wanders the streets, pondering this new job from Icarus. It was the job everyone was doing, how in the hell did he have an advantage? At least Icarus hadn't been a complete fucking ass to him, he HATED his Mekhet family, well, he didnt hate Bella. Not at all.

Anyway... he shakes his head, sharp gaze surveying everything around him, every iota of grafitti, all the little things that only some one who lives in the shadows would notice. He spends more than three hours scanning the world around him, hunting for anything that will help.

He furrows his brow, trying to make some sense of the rack, domain tags, things starting to come together when he finds one that refers to the Prince.

He heads back to his haven, sighing.