*he still walks around the city as his sling bullpup rifle shakes on his back* Wonder how big this city.

A young girl wanders the streets, with a serpent coiled around her head. The serpent looks around, warily as they converse. Curiously, although neither of them open their mouths, their voice can be clearly heard S: A lot seems to have happened in New Meridian. L: No matter how much things change it still seems to reek of the Medicis. S: how long have I been asleep anyways? L: Honestly milady, I haven’t the slightest idea. The serpent looks at FM and tries getting his attention L: excuse me sir, can you tell me what year this is?

*he looks at his watch under neath his glove* The year is... twenty seventeen. Why asking snake?

The pair look at each other briefly before the serpent attempts to smile while shaking its head L: no reason, no reason at all sir. Carry on. The pair move on as though FM were never there S: it really has been a while, hasn’t it? L: no matter, I’m sure we’ll adjust easily enough. Plus, since you’ve been dead for so long there’s no way they’ll be looking for us. S: Well, it doesn’t sound so dreadful when you put it that way.

*he looks at the two with interest* Pilot: Hey Ion what did you pick up on the lady? Ion: Individual is named Sienna Contiello. Former opera singer of the Contiello family. Death is still unknown. Recommend to locate grave to pick up DNA sample to find the cause of death. You remember your on field open heart surgery with you old ex? Pilot: Sound like a messed up idea and hahaha way to open the gash again... Ion: Detecting high levels of sarcasm. *he jumps up to the building and wall runs to the location*

The serpent watches Pilot run off before turning back to the young girl L: Apparently some interest has come up recently. Perhaps related to your appearance milady S: I’m glad he was polite enough not to ask me. Not a pleasant day. L: then let us speak of it no more milady, it’s Halloween, enjoy yourself, for tomorrow we’ll be back to the shadows. S: Alright, if you insist. So long as that Ryusei fellow doesn’t need us. L: it’s not too late to change your mind milady, sounds dangerous. S: Oh Leviathan, you worry too much. Besides, you’re not the only one who’ll be around. I’m sure it’ll be alright.

*at the graveyard he scans the location of the opera singer* Pilot: Picking up the sample? Ion: Proximity is near... WARNING! Hostiles are near. Medici thugs are closing in on you location. Seems Vitale is now aware of you presence. *he loads a mag into his revolver* Pilot: Then let give them a message that the Frontier Militia is here. *he open fires at them*