Nightshade: Death of a Psychic

"Isn't that like a Mercenary group," He asked really to himself while Ace paced the floor, "Something like that..."

Ace looked at the floor, "Not so much a mercenary group, as really just a mercenary. He worked for Luna once or twice, though he wore a mask back then- He's just a murderer now."

"How do you know about that?"

Ace rolled his eyes, "Luna doesn't really know that I look through her files sometimes. It's irrelevant."

Nightshade frowned, "Right. So I'm hunting this guy, anything I should know? Like what he looks like?"

"Pushy," Ace snorted much to Nightshade's annoyance, "I don't know what he looks like anymore. I haven't had that express luxury. Anyone who had seen him who could report back to me is dead."

"I figure I'll know him when I see him," Ace smiled a toothy grin at Nightshade's begrudging compliance, Nightshade caught a glace of the Prince's small fangs. "I'll see what I can do. But I don't do killing anymore, I'll catch him and you can prosecute him."

"That is all I ask."

Nightshade frowned as he stepped out of Pandora and into the brisk morning air of Manehatten, he locked Pandora's door. He