Jayant watched from deep in the shadows as the two men followed the young lady, stalking her as she was completely oblivious to their presence. The loving embrace of alcohol wafted from her pores, mainly due to to the complete disregard to appropriate clothing this time of year calls for. Even if it wasn't for Jayant's heightened sense of smell, the manner of her movements would have informed the Mekhet of her drunken state.


Watching closely, the trailing men moved closer, one keeping a look out as the other went in for the grab. Now was time for Jayant to act before it was too late.


A shadow shifted, catching the Gurkha's eye, causing him to hesitate. A fourth figure, dressed in black and wearing a balaclava emerged to confront the men, running from nowhere to besiege them both with rapid blows using a single wooden stick before leaving the girl startled and slumped on the floor, falling from the sudden melee. Her would-be attackers were both unconscious.


Impressed and a little put out, Jayant shadowed the vigilante for several blocks until he paused for breath, the after effects of combat flooding his body.


Her body, Jayant corrected himself as the stick-wielder removed the balaclava to reveal a young lady with short blonde hair and hazel eyes, as well as a scar running through both lips on the right hand side of her mouth.


As she calmed herself from the adrenaline rush, Jayant watched.


As she began to walk away, Jayant followed.


As she reached an apartment block, Jayant learnt.


“Holly Meadows,” he whispered as he read the name on her buzzer. “How intriguing.”