So, are you scared yet Enigma? You sure act like it!

[The camera pans around showing a night sky. The moon is full, and there are buildings everywhere. People bustle up and down the sidewalks, hurridly trying to get home. The camera pans some more, and comes to rest on Alastor Stonewall, who is leaning on a mailbox. Stonewall stops leaning and looks into the camera.]

Stonewall: Enigma, since you have decided to go into hiding all of a sudden, I've decided to look for you myself! I'm going into the underbelly of New York City to look for you. You have no place to run Enigma, I'm after you.

[Stonewall begins walking to the big building where the interviewer guy was thrown off of. Since then, the body has been outlined in chalk and there is barrier tape all around the area. Stonewall just sighs and continues to walk around. Just to his luck, he sees one of the VxW employee's leaving the building after a long hard day of work. Stonewall approaches the guy, grabs him by his shirt collar, and yells at him.]

Stonewall: You work for VxW right? Well, I need a little favor, you hear me? I am looking for that little furry puke Enigma, have you seen him?

VxW Employee: Well, uh, I t-think he w-w-went that way a-after his i-interview. P-Please don't hurt me! I didn't do anything to you!

Stonewall: You've told me all I need. I will now be on my way.

[Stonewall starts to release his grip on the employee, but then quickly grabs him again and tosses him into the busy New York City Street. Stonewall laughs as the guy darts between the cars going 30 MPH or faster. Stonewall goes in the direction that the employee told him and finds a shabby old hotel.]

Stonewall: I thought Enigma had better taste than this. I guess that's all VxW will give him, seeing as he is a dirty little primate. Better go in...

[Stonewall walks into the shabby run-down piece of sh*t hotel, and walks up to the front desk. An old ugly man is behind the front desk, and he has two huge hearing ades, and is dressed in a zoot suit.]

Old Man: May I help you young man?

Stonewall: Is there an Enigma checked in this hotel?

Old Man: A who??? Speak up young man!

Stonewall: IS THERE AN ENIGMA IN THIS HOTEL?

Old Man: Alright alright, geez, no need to yell.

[The old man begins to thumb through the guest list, but he is doing so painfully slow. Stonewall grows impatient and punches out the old man. Stonewall grabs the guest book and flips through it.]

Stonewall: Let's see, Jake... Joe... John... Sinister... ah here we go, Enigma. Room #102, second floor.

[Stonewall runs over to the stairs and runs up to the second floor. He looks at each of the doors until he comes to door #102. There are gunshot holes all over it and the paint has long faded. Stonewall takes a few steps back, and runs forward and jumps and kicks down the door. It easily falls in and Stonewall runs in. All he sees is a fat old prostitute fingering herself to a picture of Enigma.]

Fat Old Prostitute: Why hello there big boy! If your looking for Eniggy, he's not here right now. I've already given my services to Sinister and Enigma, now its your turn!

Stonewall: Stay back you fat b*tch!

[Stonewall, desperately running out of time, grabs the knocked down door and smacks her over the head as hard as he could. She falls down and is unconsious. Stonewall quickly leaves the room and leaves the hotel.]

Stonewall: Well Enigma, you managed to evade me, but how the heck could you f--- such an ugly whore! Jeez, you have no tastes, you look for people uglier than you! Just stay away from me Enigma, you make me sick! I'll take great pride in kicking your ass Saturday. This world DEFINITELY does not need someone like yourself infesting this world any longer!

[Stonewall signals for a taxi, and climbs in. He is then taken to his hotel suite, where he needs a good nights rest after the extreme shock he has had today.]