Tetradore stood in front of that bright blue Bugatti with a beer dangling from his fingertips, his emerald eyes watched in silence as that flock of men descended upon it, changing the license plates and stripping any defining marks from the interior of that engine, wholly willing to take it apart of necessary to ensure those serial numbers that led back to that high profile theft failed to exist at all. There were such few of the vehicle in existence that he had taken quite the change in lifting it and though he could pay the two million dollar price tag associated with it, the majority of his funds, at the time had been quite tied up in his death. He watched as the lead of that strip garage approached him, the man had become quite the friend over the years, clearly quite fond of his continual patronage from the super sports cars Tetradore had brought through that shop. "It's going to take an hour, we have to get under the car. They got smart with this one...glad to know your not dead, by the way. Surprised you didn't bring Tobias with you." The man stated as he joined Tetradore, simply glancing over the vehicle. The were King offered his companion a small shrug. "I have time...besides, you know how impatient he gets, I didn't want him rushing you." No, he wanted this job done cleanly, the man having become particularly attached to that vehicle, earning it a place next to his cherished Lamborghini. The fellow beside him offered him a grateful grin before he continued, "Feel free to stick around."

He nodded, standing there beside the man for several more minutes before a phone call directed the owner's attention elsewhere. Tetradore slowly drifted towards the warehouse's entryway, simply leaning upon the edge of that rolled up door frame as he sipped that beer within his hands, entirely at ease in that leather jacket he'd taken to wearing of late. Spring was being...particularly stubborn this year. It was the sound of footsteps that drew his gaze towards the warehouse just across the way from him, his eyebrow raising as he watched the sight of a familiar young woman as she nearly collapsed against the brick facade of the store front. She was getting decidedly close to that Black Market district and yet, given what little he knew of her, he was hardly surprised that she stalked the same decrepit, grungy areas that Tetradore himself frequented. He watched her as she leaned against the building in clear exhaustion, her gaze closing as she leaned her cheek against the wall. It was hardly difficult for Tetradore to see, even from this distance, that she was hurt, the girl's stance, her body, all of it was given away to the predator within him and yet, those animalistic instincts were pushed away subconsciously as he stepped out into that darkness, crossing that paved surface to stand lackadaisical in front of her.

"You look worse for wear." He commented simply, entirely unsurprised at the state he found her in. Didn't he tell her that, one day, she might find herself on a losing side with someone less merciful than he had been? "Insult someone else, did you?" There as almost a dry hint to his voice as he watched her, his gaze momentarily fluttering towards that car before back to her once again. He did say it would be an hour and yet - did Tetradore truly want to put up with the girl's mouth in some attempt at chivalry? It wasn't that he particularly cared for her, after all, he hardly knew her. But, she was pretty....his lips pressed together in a hard line of contemplation before an exasperated sigh left the man's lips. He was going to regret this, he was sure. Tetradore stepped forward, one hand wrapping around the girl's figure, his touch, though firm, was placed with decided care, aware enough of that split in that ebony suit she wore and the flash of bright red underneath. He hardly knew if she was still bleeding but he hardly wished to risk it. Still, it was with that support that his muscular frame so provided the girl before he gestured down the street. "Where were you going, Vhalla?" He inquired, his voice, this time, holding a hint of exhaustion at what he knew was sure to come his way. Let's see what kind of mood she was in tonight....