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Aimi shot forward in her seat, breathing like a marathon runner. After a second, she brought a trembling hand up to take the clip out of her hair, mentally sorting out the images in her dream before they faded. Her hair was prone to being greasy, and she hadn't taken as shower since the night before, but she ran her fingers absently through it, anyway; it always helped her to think calmly.

It had been a series of snapshots, at first, and one had been of her, sitting on the airplane with her head against the window. The others had been people that she'd never seen before, but they had all had something in common; they were all in Toronto, at least, she thought it was Toronto. No, she knew it was Toronto, in that crazy, nonsensical way that people just knew things in dreams. One of the people, a boy, had definitely been in the Toronto airport.

It was the last image that bothered her; each of the people she had seen, including herself, had appeared with a separate figure behind each of them. The man behind her had seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

Why would she have a dream like that? Aimi frowned suddenly, beginning to twist a long, annoyingly oily strand of dark hair around her index finger. She actually couldn't remember falling asleep. She'd been trying to, but she had been too on edge.

"Those were my opponents, hmmm?" she murmured thoughtfully, then grinned. Definitely interesting.

Giving his head another shake, he tentatively held his hand out to the girl.

"Um, I'm Andretti."
I don't know what it meant by opponents, but it doesn't necessarily mean I have to fight someone...

"Good," Andretti said, leading Ariana to the Chinese food place. After ordering their food, they sat at one of the booths. After situating his rapier, still not aware of it's invisibility.

"So, what's your story?" he asked, wondering how two people who were supposedly enemies would just happen to be walking near each other at the same time. "It's not everyday I'm walking down the sidewalk and meet someone in my head," he added with a laugh.

Luke had been typing away on his cousin's computer since he had woken up that morning. His cousin had already left for school before he woke up, and his uncle left for another busy Wendesday at the office. His aunt was sound asleep and so the boy thought it was the perfect time to do some research. He had only caught a glimpse of the wrestler's room in the vision, but he was certain that he could recognize it if he saw it again.

As he suspected, the former MMA Champ appeared to be staying in town at the Cambridge Suites Hotel, at least if the suite on the website was correct. Luke grabbed his cellphone and went to leave the apartment when he heard a voice behind him, "Where are you going Luke?"

The dark haired boy turned around to find his aunt souching in her pajamas, "Oh, I just figured I'd explore the city while everyone's out, you don't mind do you?"

"Of course not but I wish you had told me. Give me a sec, I'll give you some money for lunch," Luke didn't feel comfortable accepting money from the woman he was lying to but before he could say no, she was already digging through her purse.

Twenty minutes later, Luke's cab arrived at the hotel. He tipped the Cabbie then entered the building, heading straight for the receptionist, "Hello, I was wondering what room Anthony Morswan is staying in?"

"I'm sorry but that information is classified," the woman replied, as though she had been saying it all day.

"Oh I'm sorry you don't understand, Anthony's my brother. I tried calling his cell but he never has it on and I'm not sure he even knows how to check his messages," Luke shrugged as he lied, trying to act as casually as he could.

"Oh in that case, he's staying on the ninth floor in the King's suite, but I don't believe he's in right now. Let me call the morning receptionist, see if she knows where he went," the woman kindly offered, her attitude changed once she believed the boy in front of her was related to someone famous.

"Thank you very much," Luke replied politely then thought, 'That was to easy.'

"I'm sorry but it seems we don't know where your brother went to. If you'd like, my associate could take you up to his room to wait," the respetionist offered.

"Alright, I just hope he comes back soon," Luke replied casually. A man in a suit uniform led him to the nearby elevator. Up they went until finally reaching the ninth floor.

"Alright, here we are kid," the man smiled and opened the door, "Oh by the way, you think you could get me your brother's autograph?"

I'll see what I can do," Luke responded then entered the room. As soon as the door closed, the teeager made himself comfortable on the couch, turned on the tv then picked up the phone, "Hello, room service?"

Challenge: Luke vs Anthony (discuss fighting style in pm)

"What do you think, I came here for my first battle," Luke smirked, staring down at his boots for a moment. I figure the faster I figure out the rules to this game, the quicker I'll be able to win. So what do you say?" the blue-eyed boy challenged as he stood up,

Ryn yawned, walking slowly up the street, slightly hunched over, his filthy form causing most people nearby to get out of his way, allowing him a large swath of room to walk in. He rubbed the side of his head, not really pretending to be tired, after having wandered around Toronto for over twenty hours, though his cold eyes still flickered around constantly keeping track of everything going on nearby.

Slowly, he reached into a pocket in his jacket, pulling a small card out, which had the name of the hotel that the DPD had got him a room in. The name, was, the Cambridge Suites Hotel, which Ryn knew had cost the cops a pretty penny. But that was nothing compared to what they'd make if he busted this drug running group.

After a short slouch, he arrived at the Hotel, for the first time in over twenty hours, and he glanced at the girl at the counter, who gave him a look, which told him instantly that she couldn't believe they let trash like him buy rooms. He said nothing as he passed, and reached the elevator in seconds, pressing the button to take him to the ninth floor.

He had heard that someone famous was on this floor, and knowing how the famous got themselves into trouble, he decided to see if the man might know anything about the supposed drug ring.

As the door pinged open, he could hear another door crash open down the hall, and as he slowly inched out of the elevator, he could see the tail end of a large man pass through the doorway.

Ryn grinned slightly, his cold eyes glinting, as he slowly inched towards the door, the light pad of his step unnoticable on the plush floor.