Talk to me [Sasha]

As much as he enjoyed working alongside Elise, he did appreciate the chances to do solo missions and jobs. Elise demanded control, finesse, she preferred when he didn't drag it out and cause unnecessary violence, which tended to go against everything that made the hunting fun for him. Sasha was very much like a cat stalking a mouse, he relished the hunt, the chase, then everything leading up to the kill. The longer he could draw it out the better, and it was something he was afforded when he was sent to take care of targets completely alone. He wasn't an agent for anyone, he was himself in the most basic and twisted way.

Finding the woman and tailing her had been tragically easy, she was unassuming, untrained, and unaware, the perfect target. He intended to grab her, take her elsewhere, have his fun while also completing the job he'd been sent to do. He was silent, moving with every careful motion like a cat through the underbrush, slipping into the building after her while remaining completely casual to anyone who happened to be around them at the time.

The one flaw that the young man tended to display was a lack of planning for set backs, he was confident, maybe too much so, and so often ended up caught off guard when something, or someone, threw a wrench into what was otherwise a perfectly crafted plan.

As it was, he hadn't spotted the other hunter on the prowl, a cat much bigger and more experienced than himself, and he only just came up the stairs in time to see her grabbed and hauled off, not even giving him time to object to it. He felt a flare of fury run through him as the hairs on his neck stood, and he was quick to pursue, not even considering the possibility of a trap. He was young and impulsive, despite his skill with what he did, it was hard to break nature, even for him.

By the time he managed to track where the woman had slipped away to, his own target was long gone, and the irritation that sparked off him was making his skin hot and itchy as he followed to where the other was, or where he thought she was. He didn't know what to expect when he found her, but he was not so stupid as to think she would leave herself completely unprepared, so he was careful as he stalked into the room, "you have my attention. What do you want?"

In the dim of the room, Sasha couldn't make out who he was speaking to, the element of unknown did little to put the man any less on edge, which he figured would work in his favor in the end. He was alert, ready, poised to move the moment she did. He was ready for her, or he hoped he was, he didn't know her or what she was capable of. When she spoke, he replied in a low growl, "no. I will not give freely. You talk, I listen, when we see." He offered a rather sure smirk, "I no like what you say? I kill you." It was as much a bluff as it was a promise, he was quite sure of his own abilities, despite her having experience on him, or he gathered she did as easily as she'd snatched his prey from under him.

Her next words distracted him, but only just, his eyes flicked back to her in time to see her move swiftly, the needle flashing in the light from the window. In the dark he could not make out what was in the syringe, but he didn't wish to call her bluff, and he was quick to counter her advance by swinging his wrist up enough to knock the object from her grip. Too easy. His mind was telling him that that should not have been so easy, but he didn't have time to ponder on it as he made a motion to attempt to subdue her on the ground, his face wrinkling up in an animalistic snarl, "You shit!" He growled low, "what are you pulling with me?!" He pressed in on her with wild eyes, "what is your game?! I do not like games!" He was breathing a little rough in his slight panic, the feeling of being played with, it left him uncomfortably vulnerable, "we talk here." He said the words in a low tone, keeping his knee planted as he reached for the syringe, studying it.

"what is this..." He said this more to himself than to her, the contents weren't the right color to be anything he recognized as a sedative or tranq, he turned a distasteful look her way as he produced his own needle from the device on his wrist, holding it close to her neck, "you talk, I listen. You have my attention, I hope now I have yours."

He was calming as he felt control swing back in his favor, she was trained, but older, he wasn't stupid enough to think that she couldn't still easily dispose of him. She could even easily get out of this hold if she wanted to, as much as he didn't enjoy being played, he was intrigued, she clearly wanted something from him, why else would she have even let him get her into this position? He sneered with a confident smirk at her comment, "do not think I am stupid. If you did not want this outcome, it would not have happened." Her words called up an anger in him, but his temper remained calm this time, "I did not fail my mission. You sabotaged it." He pressed in and chuckled, "clever for old bat though, I will give you that."

He glanced to the door when she mentioned the butler, letting out an annoyed sound, "Fine." She was right, now that he got a look at their surroundings, they were in someone's home, much as he loathed the idea of trusting this woman long enough to find somewhere more suitable to talk. In his momentary distraction, he was caught off guard as his hand was yanked and twisted, throwing him off balance, when he regained his footing, he was now staring down into a face he recognized all to well, "Liao." He didn't seem deterred or afraid when her hand found its way to his neck, his eyes narrowed and a sick grin came to his face, "my my, meeting legend, eh? What is hero like you doing cavorting with me?" He was quick to carefully stow away the needle, pulling back after a moment while keeping his sharp eyes trained hard on her, "you will come with me. We will speak in van." He didn't trust her, and he wanted her to know that he was watching closely, but he was curious enough to form a distrusting truce for the time being.