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"Hmm, so it would seem," Rebecca said as the wind died down and her eyes returned to normal. She shook her head a little and smoothed down her hair. When Michael had first used the claws storm had spoken to her. "Logan, an old friend." She looked to the man who was just dazed. Not only from the fact that he had lost a finger, but also because he had been hit by two supernatural forces. She let out a breath as her hands rested on her hips.

"We should probably get him inside somewhere if we expect to get any answers." Rebecca's head tilted to the side slightly. "We needed to stop that bleeding and I am sure you slamming him to the ground didn't help at all." She looked around, thankful there was nobody else on the streets at the moment. This would be one Hell of a thing to explain.

Rebecca snorted and shook her head. "No, he probably won't. Come on, it's this way." She motioned for him to follow after her. Normally she didn't invite anyone over to her place, but she really didn't have a choice. She didn't think she was strong enough to carry the man and she needed to find out a few things from him.

As they neared a small little house Rebecca pulled out a key and walked up the porch. It was a modest sized home with a nice little front porch and swing. The key slipped into the lock and the door swung open as she motioned for Michael to go in ahead of her. She had flipped the light switch so that he would be able to see.

The walls of the house were painted a deep red and the furnishings were clearly second hand, but very well taken care of. Oh she had the money to get nice things, but Rebecca liked the old antiques. They had more of a personality. They said more about you she thought. The air in the home had a tranquil, homey feeling to it. There were very few pictures. Some of Rebecca with two older people who could only be her parents and then some of her when she was younger, around thirteen years old, with a young woman who was several years older. They looked almost exactly alike.

"I do want to find out who sent them," Rebecca said with a nod as she took off her coat and hung it on a rack. "But I also want to see if he might know anything about someone else that I have been searching for." She pulled her long hair back into a ponytail and slipped off the hair tie she had around her wrist. She always carried one with her just in case. She noticed Michael looking around and smirked a little.

"I have been looking for a certain man for a long time. When I was fifteen my sister was murdered and they never caught the man who did it. Oh they had a suspect, but he has been very illusive." Rebecca pulled out a chair and motioned for Michael to sit the man down. She needed to get something to make him stay put.

"I normally don't question people like this," she said with a shrug, "but I am way too tired and cranky to take him to the station."

Rebecca smirked a little as she found some handcuffs and cuffed the man's ankles and wrists to the chair. She pulled up another chair and sat on it backwards as she stared at him. He was pale, shaking. Not surprising with what had just happened to him. "The fun thing about being a PI," she said slowly, "I am my own boss and I can pretty much do what it takes to get the job done. Besides, my friend, you attacked me first." She flicked a strand of hair from her face. "I do have the right to defend myself and know who is after me." She smiled at him sweetly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Now we can do this the easy way or the very hard and painful way. Tell me who sent you and why." Rebecca's eyes flickered to Michael. "Maybe if you be nice and answer all my questions my friend or I won't have to hurt you." She drummed her fingers across the top of the chair.

Rebecca jumped back as the shuriken shot through the window and into the man's neck. She growled and went to the side of the window before peeking around to see if she could see anything. It was too dark to see far enough. "Wonderful, just peachy." She muttered as she looked back to the dead man. "So much for getting answers." She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "Now I am going to have to watch my back more than normal. That's just wonderful. That will make working a little harder."

Rebecca turned to Michael and gave him a tight lipped smile. "All the time," she said softly as she lightly touched her head. She rubbed the back of her neck as she walked back towards the dead man in the chair. "You know if someone had told me several years ago that I would have had these powers I would have laughed in their face and told them they belonged in the loony bin." She looked down at the dead man with a serious look on her face.

"I am gonna have to take care of this soon. Can't have anyone passing by and possibly seeing it."

Rebecca bent down and felt around in the man's pockets. At first she thought that he didn't have any identification, but then she found it in the last pocket she looked in. "Here you go," she said as she tossed it over to Michael. She then continued to search him, finding several other hidden knives and a wad of cash. She raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Well he was either a guy who didn't believe in banks or he might have robbed one." Rebecca tossed the wad of cash up and down thoughtfully. "I don't think that whoever hired him would have paid up front. Unless this guy might have had a brilliant streak and made them pay him some money first before he took this job."

"Alex Wright?" Rebecca frowned a little. She thought the name sounded familiar. Had he been in the same class as her when she started out? It was hard to say. Those years were all a blur for her. She had just concentrated on getting through the training so she could start her search. More than likely he wasn't, but one could never be sure. Or maybe she had been there as a guest speaker when he was trying to become a cop. Rebecca just shook her head.

"Can't say that I know him." She sighed and took down her hair, running her hand through it.