"I don't know," Aya muttered back, frustrated but face turning into a cold, impassive mask, killer mode creeping in just as surely as the situation was turning worse and worse.

"I'd find a way," he said coldly, mostly to himself. If the goal was important enough, methods were aside the point. The assassin found this the most pleasing thought.

"Lets move," he suggested, glancing around coolly. "A little to the direction you saw Yohji in."