Vicente was nicely situated in the dimly lit dressing room with both the guards that had been placed for the woman’s protection in another corner. They would not be easily seen the second she walked in and nor would he. He just needed her to walk in and close the door. He could take the rest of it from there.

After he made sure that there was no blood on the ground for her to identify off the bat, he glanced about the room. It was pretty bare of anything and thankfully didn’t have any further guards within. If her husband had been serious about wanting to protect her, he figured that that would have been the one thing he would have made sure of. Leaving two guards at the door meant nothing these days, especially considering the world of mutants that they lived in. The man should have definitely known better.

But Vicente was not here to give etiquette lessons on how to properly guard someone. There was a person that needed to die.

Yet, just as the assassin began to settle in to hide, he heard that sound of that damn humming return. He growled to himself…

>> "She's... basszus. The hell happened?!"

He rolled his eyes as he kept hidden.

“Shut up! These men were highly dangerous and I could not risk them alerting her before I could arrest her!” he hissed in a whisper towards the ghost. “Now be quiet! I need her in here so that I can arrest her.”

All he needed was for that ghost to shut up for just a little while longer. He could already hear the sounds of the doorknob being turned.

>>“Shut up! These men were highly dangerous and I could not risk them alerting her before I could arrest her! Now be quiet! I need her in here so that I can arrest her.”

He just killed two men. Krisz was in a loop. Chimera killed two guards. They probably belonged to some evil secret organizations and were here to protect the lady... but still. Good guys were not supposed to do that, right? He could have just knocked them out, or sedated them, or something. Bullet in the head? That was cold.

"I don't know" he buzzed around "Are you sure you're gonna arrest her? Or are you just gonna kill her? I am not sure I'm comfortable with this. I mean, maybe it's just me not being American, but are agents like you supposed to kill people just like that? That sounds like some bad action movie. I mean, how evil can she be that they sent you after her?..."

He was not the good cop, that's for sure.

"Look, I don't wanna be rude or anything, but can I see a badge or something?... "

>> "I don't know…Are you sure you're gonna arrest her? Or are you just gonna kill her? I am not sure I'm comfortable with this. I mean, maybe it's just me not being American, but are agents like you supposed to kill people just like that? That sounds like some bad action movie. I mean, how evil can she be that they sent you after her?..."

Vicente rolled his eyes. Now the damned ghost was getting a conscience? Now he was beginning to question everything? He growled. This was so not the timing for this. If the mutant wanted to have breakdown about what was and was not ethical, then the best thing he could do was simply stave him off as best he could. At least until he could get the man off his back for a bit so he could take care of his target. He definitely could not afford any interruptions now.

The door knob began to turn.

>> "Look, I don't wanna be rude or anything, but can I see a badge or something?... "

He hissed for the ghost to be silent. Reaching into his pocket, he kept low and to the ground. Gently he removed the cap from the needle as he remained hidden, completely out of the way. There was no way to tell that he was in the room. It was only when the door opened and he saw the hand pushing it open that Vicente sprang to the attack.

He didn’t care if the ghost could see him. There was nothing it could do.

His massive have snagged the girl’s wrist and in a swift motion he pulled her into the room, knocked the door closed and placed a firm hand over her mouth. He then proceeded to casually pull the syringe from his coat pocket while the woman attempted to flail against his massive bulk…

He didn't answer. If he was an agent he would have answered, right? The guy was more and more fishy. krisz didn't like this. If he lied about being an agent, did he lie about the woman being guilty too?

And then he saw the syringe. Before he could comment on any more that a surprised gasp, the door opened, and the lady was yanked inside.

That. Was not good guy policy.

Krisz was not entirely sure what was in the syringe, but Chimera did not say a word; he did not identify himself, and he did not even try to arrest her. Of course Krisz always believed there was a dark side to the FBI... but really? At this point, it made no difference.

"I am pretty sure you shouldn't do that." Krisz observed above Vicente's head, before he pulled his body back together. And fell.

Now the only question was, would he be able to dissolve into sound quick enough?...

The woman flailed but Vicente refused to relinquish his grip. The syringe was poised in his hand, that damnable ghost was chattering on about something he didn’t hear. He could care in the least what that disembodied voice at the say about him. All Vicente knew was that he needed to complete this task and in order to get it done, the woman had to die. His bosses would not take too kindly if this was not completed.

“Oh my god! Stop! Stop!!” the woman tried to scream but Vicente managed to lash his open hand across her mouth.

She struggled. Though she was small, he had to admit that she was actually pretty tough to get a hold of. She was as slippery as an eel in water.

But that didn’t mean she had any hope of getting away.

Driving his knee into the back of her leg, the woman collapsed with a gasp and Vicente was ready to stick her with the needle. When…suddenly…

>> "I am pretty sure you shouldn't do that."

He was about to ignore the ghost again when there was a sudden weight that crashed onto him from above. Vicente gasped as the syringe flew from his hand, the woman collapsed forward, and Vicente fell hard onto his stomach, effectively knocking all the air from his lungs…

The woman was screaming. And struggling. It was a pitiful sight, Chimera being bigger and stronger than her, moving in for the kill. What kind of an agent uses a syringe anyway?...
Krisz did not have time to consider all that; he was already falling, and landed on top of Chimera with a force that sent both of them to the ground. That was good, at least. He could have just bounced off. He was not that big a guy, and certainly smaller than the agent...

He did let go of the woman though. krisz lifted his head, his legs a dead weight as he lay on top of Chimera, not even stopping to think how ridiculous this must look; there were lives at stake here. His own, most of all.

"Run run RUN!" he yelled at her as he watched her scamper to her feet. He could not hold the big guy down long; he only had a few seconds before he caught his breath and shook him off, and then he will be in trouble. "GET OUT OF HERE!"

The girl was released and coughed loudly as she lay against the ground. There was so much commotion that she truly and honestly did not know what was going on. One second a large and scary man was attacking her, and the next she had been sent hurtling across the room. She staggered onto her back and looked up to see that the scary man was also on the ground, only there was another man, a smaller one, situated on top of him.

She gasped. With no idea what was going on, there was only one thing she could do…

>> "Run run RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!"

“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” she screamed so loud that she sure she deafened one of them, jumped to her feet, and ran…

Meanwhile, Vicente was only now beginning to shake away the stars that circled around is head. The suddenly weight of someone falling upon him was something he wasn’t prepared for. Normally the assassin was good enough to know when he was getting the drop on, but this was completely different. But all thoughts of that quickly fluttered away…

With a growl he bucked, knocking off whoever it was that had landed on top of him. But while he was on his hands and knees he looked up just in time to see his target bolting for and out of the door. Rage getting the better of him, he slammed his fist into the ground as he stood up and glared for the person who had just landed on top o him.

It was that ghost, it had to be. Well…he’d make him a real ghost by the time he was done!!!

She screamed. And she ran. She was smart after all. Or just really, really scared...

Chimrea moved and rolled, and Krisz couldn't help but roll off him - there was no use trying to heroically cling to his back without the use of his legs. But he needed to win some time for the woman to run. Chimera was going to be really, really, really piised at him. Probably try to murder him right away. He had no doubts about that. And he was not planning on being a hero either. He looked around; the syringe had skittered away somewhere under a table. That was good. The man still had a gun though...

Rolling onto his back and pushing himself into a sitting position with his hands, Krisz gathered enough focus to shift any moment, and glared at Chimera.

"You are not FBI are you..."

He looked down and saw the man who had just fallen on top of him. That same voice, it really was the ghost who had done it. So he was just a mutant the whole time, a mutant who, for whatever reason, was transparent and floated like a spirit. The whole idea irritated him to no end. It was this fool that ruined his kill, this pathetic freak who had irritated him as he attempted to work out this finely laid out plan, this moronic bastard that now glared at him with an accusing look…

>> "You are not FBI are you..."

Vicente’s eye twitched. He was tired of that voice.

He hand suddenly slipped underneath the back of his coat and pulled his silenced handgun and aimed it at the man who looked as if he could scarcely use his legs.

“No s---,” he spat as he suddenly squeezed the trigger of the gun that was aimed right between the man’s eyes…

Krisz got shot in the head.

Well. He got shot in the empty space where his head should have been.

That was infinitely better than being shot in the head.

"Baszki!" he yelled, once again a voice, a very loud and angry one "A rohadt életbe! Man, you could have killed me!!!"

He was clearly upset about that bit.

"*** you!" he yelled, circling around. He was back in voice form, unhurt, but being shot through rather than being shot was not enough of a difference to matter. "Who do you think you are?! A villain, that is what you are! I'm gonna sic the police on you, rohadék! See how you like that!"

He squeezed the trigger. And that should have been the end of his problem with the annoying voiced little man. The man who pretended to be a ghost, the man who followed and hummed at him incessantly, the problem would finally be done with.

With one…little…bullet…between…air?!

Vicente blinked as he eyed the spot that the physical bodied ghost had just occupied. Now it was nothing more than empty space, as if the man had never existed before. This man the killer’s eye twitch as she snarled at the spot, almost as if he were looking at the man who had still been there.

>> "Baszki! A rohadt életbe! Man, you could have killed me!!!"

He turned and blinked again. That voice!

>> "*** you! Who do you think you are?! A villain, that is what you are! I'm gonna sic the police on you, rohadék! See how you like that!"

He growled as he took aim and began to fire around the room. Where the hell was that little freak at and how was he doing this? Was he just invisible? If he was, he was going to make sure that one of those shots hit him!

He started shooting. Krisz buzzed around; even in sound form, he hated being shot at. It makes a guy nervous, with all the lound bangs and the bullets whistling through thin air. Around and around he wwent, still cursing like a sailor, part Hungarian and part English. Totally. Freaked out.
What the hell was the guy thinking? Sure, the gun was silenced, but still, with the screaming and the yelling, people must have been on their way. Maybe if he could keep Chimera here long enough, the police would get here...

"I'm gonna haunt you!" he yelled, then buzzed closer, talking right into his ear; if he wanted to shoot again, he would have to shoot himself. "I'm gonna haunt your ass day and night, you hear me? I'm gonna go and tell everyone who needs to know who you are and what you do. I'm gonna find someone who can find you and lock you up."

>> "I'm gonna haunt you!...I'm gonna haunt your ass day and night, you hear me? I'm gonna go and tell everyone who needs to know who you are and what you do. I'm gonna find someone who can find you and lock you up."

He growled as the tirade from the angry mutant resounded in his ears. He fired the gun over and over again but so far he was hitting nothing. For whatever reason, this person simply had a knack for getting away and he did not appreciate that. If anything it must made him more irritable. He wanted this spirit dead, gone from his life, but so far it was not working. It was threatening with haunting him forever more.

That did not bode well. There was no way he was going to allow that little fiend to make the rest of life hell simply because he had some delusion of helping out a government spy. If anything the ghostly bastard needed to get reacquainted with reality.

Another snarl and he suddenly aimed the gun upwards and squeezed the trigger.

Ka-BLAM![/b]

The bullet flew, once again passing through nothing but empty space but not before striking a lightbulb. The light sputtered and sparked, far too close to the firearm. Before he knew it, the siren bells began to ring and the water began to pour…

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was his cue to leave. Heroics, check. Threats, check. Survival, check. Somewhere beyon the panic, Krisz was really proud of himself.

The lady was gone. Police was probably on the way. And even if Chimera managed to slip away, Krisz knew a lot about him now. All he had to do was... go to the police. And he knew exactly who he needed to talk to.

The villain was going down.