"jess that wasn't in the file you gave me unless that was the part that was covered in whiteout, and at least your child isn't with you. I swear it complicates everything." Flare said gently. Then she stood. "at least this is my last asingment i'm quitting after this."

Diablo took a sip of his beer before glancing sideways where the two woman had started arguing again. About the case, he presumed. The case on him. -I wonder how they will feel when they realize, when they figure out I'm the killer... if they are smart enough... that they were standing ten feet away from me- Diablo thought with a wry gaze, taking another, gentle sip and leaning forward on the counter.

"well that wasn't me. It must've been you. Yes well if my child was here it wold be ten times worse! She has down syndrome." Jessica could feel her anger rising. "and I don't give a fudge if your quiting don't belevie I'm in charge ask your director she agreed."

Diablo arched a black eyebrow as the woman's anger rose. -Okie dokie- He thought, geting up. "Ladies, I am sorry to say but the bartender, who is the owner of this restaurant, over there really hates fighting and I'm sure he would be appauled to see two lovely woman like you getting in an argument. I'm sure it's nothing extremely important... tough colleages and children on the job are both extremely difficult." he raised an eyebrow in each of their directions as he pointed out a couple facts, his southern drawl smooth. "I can buy either or both of you a drink... or water... or you can figure out your important issues in a place with less children. Thank you." he gave his signature dashing smile, glancing at the families who were starting to notice the hub-bub.

Jessica sighed then took a close look at the man. "alright hands up. Did you really think I wouldn't recognise you? After 10 years on the job facial recognition is extremly important and one of my best skills." She reached for her taser and pointed it at Diablo "I assure you I know how to use this thing"

Flare sighed giving Diablo a look that said i'd get out of here if i were you.

Diablo's expression didn't change in the slightest, but he did think, -Aw phooey, I had hoped she wasn't that smart. Ah well, plan 2- He gazed at her for a second, registering the words. "I'm sure you do know how to use it, after 10 years on the job and with all the hidden anger you have stored up for this lady right here. Well, a little less hidden as of 10 seconds ago." He tried not to smile, his eyes twinkling. "Anywho, terribly sorry to crash your party, ladies, but I have work to do. Tata." Diablo took a bow, and, quicker than Jessica could even aim at him with the taser... he had disappeared through a hatch in the floor. There were five tunnels each leading in different directions. He chose the third, running with absolutely silent footsteps and a grin on his face. -Finally, a challenge- Diablo thought, coming to another split with four tunnels. He went down the second, coming to yet another split with 7 tunnels. He went down the fifth, then climbed up onto the street almost 3 miles away from the bar, in an alleyway. "Okie dokie, armor time." Diablo whistled and tucked his hands into his pockets as he sauntered onto the street. He was close to the edge of the city now. After he got right outside city limits he sprinted, just wanting to run. Diablo ran his usual track pace, which was quite fast, though he could run faster. He had been in the army, after all. "Hopefully they'll do some research on me. All family members deceased, mother of cancer, father of suicide, sister of getting hit by a train, used to work in the army, got an honorable discharge, blah blah blah." Diablo mumbled as he was running. He soon reached his house, ten miles outside of town. There he got loaded up.

Flare left the restraunt before jessica could say a word. Then she walked to the edge of the city, and stopped. Her ex-husband was waiting for her. Quick as a flash he stabbed her in the side. She groaned and jumped onto her motorcycle This is suicide.she thought before heading out. She reached a cabin in the middle of nowhere. She didn't know it but it was the cabin that belonged to Diablo.

Diablo heard the sound of a motor. "No way in heck they could have found me that fast." he mused with slight confusion, pulling a gun out of the holster he had strapped onto his belt and carefully walking outside. He glanced around before silently moving forward, then saw a motorcycle with a rather limp-looking woman on it. The same one that was arguing in the bar. The detective that was looking into his case. Not the one that tried to arrest him, but still. He immediately put the gun away and walked up when he saw that she was bleeding, making sure it was just a side wound before picking her up. "Do not struggle, I'm not gonna hurt you. Sorry if the carrying hurts, though." he said quietly, gently cradling the woman as he carried her into his cabin, placing her on the leather couch. Diablo went across to the side of the room, getting a medical kit and walking back. He stopped in the middle of the room and turned away, filling a syringe with something then quickly putting the needle in the woman and squirting the liquid in. "have a nice rest," He murmured. The liquid was something to make her numb, and go to sleep, all in one. After she was alseep Diablo peeled the bloody shirt away from the wound, using a sterile rag and wiping the blood away as well. He then cleaned the wound thoroughly and, as he learned in the army, expertly stitched it up.

Flare woke up feeling numb and groggy. She turned to see diablo"thanks for patching me up when you could have killed me"