Derek watches her go, rubbing the back of his head. He shuts the front door and goes back to his office to think about things.

After about an hour, Derek stands up and goes to his garage. He gets in his car, and drives to the mansion.

Derek returns late at night and goes right to bed, it's been a long night and he is tired.

The next morning, he wakes up and goes downstairs. It's early for anyone to show up for work, but still goes into his office. Another hours goes by, and no one shows up for work. "What the hell." Derek says to himself, looking at the clock on the wall and picking up his phone. He dials the number to one of his employees, and waits for an answer.

"This Jerry." A man answers.

"Why the hell isn't anyone here?" Derek asks, opbviously annoyed.

"Oh...you didn't know?"

"Know what?" Derek aks curiously.

"Well...we all got offered jobs at double the rate you pay us. We all left, Derek." Jerry says.

Derek hangs up the phone violently, and ends up throwing the whole thing against the wall. He calms down quickly, and starts to pace. "Well this is just great." Derek says, thinking about what he is going to do. He paces back and forth, back and forth, back and forth for what seems like forever.

When he's finally calmed down, he picks up the phone from the opposite side of the room, and replaces it on his desk. He goes to his filing cabinet and gets all of the current client's files. He has to call each and every one of them, informing them that he is out of business and that their money will be refunded for future servies that were already paid for.

After about an hour or so, he leans back in his chair, thinking. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Derek asks himself, he knows he can't afford to keep the business up by himself, and he can't afford to be The Archer without having a job. He can think of only one thing to do.

The phone on Derek's desk rings. The word "Sable" flashes across the caller ID.

Derek picks up his phone. "What is it?" Derek asks, obviously annoyed.

"Turn on your TV, Channel 10." Says Jordan coldly.

Derek gets up, walking to the living room and turning on the tv. He catches the end of a report saying something about The Archer working for Sable Enterprises. "Burn anything that can be connected from me to you."

"I will" Jordan says, "Do you have any idea where this rumor came from?"

"Yes." Derek says. "I'm starting not to like mutant kind, Mr. Sable." He says, starting to pace again. "Especially ones who have more strength than I do. And I'd watch out for a girl who can spurt acid out of her finger tips."

"And have you had any luck with my case?" asks Jordan

"A little bit. I've narrowed it down to a few different mob families, but I'm sure you already knew that." Derek says, still pacing. "I'll see what else I can do, but it wouldn't hurt hiring another investigator. Soon I won't have as much time."

"Alright, ill look into it," Says Jordan, "keep me informed if you find anything."

"I will. Remember, dispose of anything that has my name on it, or anything of the same nature. I'll do the same." Derek says, going back to his office.

"Alright, and I will arange for this and all previous calls to be erased from the phone company's records." Says Jordan, hanging up the phone.

Derek hangs up his phone, sitting back down in his chair. He thinks about things and sighs. "Looks like The Archer is gonna go away for awhile." He says to himself.