The male just laughed as she said what she did.

"I'm just a deliveryman." he told her.

"I take you to where someone will claim you, I get paid, I leave." he said.

"Kid, I've been doing this for a looooooong time." he went on.

"I've evaded the Council for this long. People that will be looking for you do NOT scare me."

"All I know is that you amplify and manipulate emotions." the male responded.

"And how do I know?" he asked.

"Simple." he said.

"There's a record of altercations that have arisen, with you involved." he told her.

"Some digging here, some questioning witnesses there, you piece the information together." he went on, showing her that this person wasn't just some grunt-level lackey.

He was intelligent. Which made him that much more dangerous.

"Now... it's time for you to come along." he then hissed, reaching out towards her, the mana in his hand threatening electrical shock if she tried anything.

The man was silent for a moment, before sighing.

"Very well." he replied.

"So it's the hard way." he said.

He then charged up alarmingly potent electricity in his hands, and held them out towards her. However, the bolts didn't hit her at all, they went right past her. But when she looked back, she saw that the lightning was starting to form a dome around her.

He was trying to trap her in said dome, and electrocute her within.

Rene hadn't gotten worried when she didn't answer her phone the first time. He became mildly concerned when she hadn't texted him back within 5 minutes. When he called again, it went straight to voicemail. And again, the third time.

So he walked her route to the library, and asked the staff there about her. When he was told that she had left hours ago, he felt the first pangs of panic in his mind. He raced back, using her route, and contacted the service provider he used for both his phone and hers. When they told him they couldn't locate her phone, he then started to REALLY panic.

He went into the den, and started to pace.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it." he cursed on repeat.

"The HELL is going on!?" he exclaimed.

Rene paused when he heard his name, and looked in the direction that it had come from.

He narrowed his eyes, before quickly making his way towards where the redhead was.

"Not now, Kalin!" he called back.

"In the middle of a crisis, here!" he said, meeting the young woman in the kitchen.

"Erica's gone missing, and I can't contact her at all." he told her.

"I have no idea where she is, or what's going on." he added.

Rene seemed to freeze when she said that.

And Kalin then saw something in his eyes that she hadn't seen very often. She'd seen it when someone purposely hurt her, but that was about it.

She saw Rene getting angry. Actually angry. The rage was starting to truly build up inside him, but he was doing all he can to contain it right now.

".....I see." he replied darkly.

"How... do you know of this, exactly?" he then asked her.

"This seems like something that would be kept hushed, and quite competently, at that." he commented.

"......" Rene was silent, before smirking.

"I see." he said.

"Interesting..." he muttered.

"Did he give any more information?" he asked.

"Anything more specific or useful?" he asked further.

"Or... am I going to have to pay this person a personal visit?" he then asked ominously.

Rene raised an eyebrow when he heard that.

"...how cliche." he said.

"But all right." he muttered.

"Guess I'm going to the East end." he commented.

"What about you?" he asked.

"You leaving, or staying here and making yourself at home?"

"All right." Rene responded.

"That makes sense." he said.

"Because one way or another, Erica's coming home." he told her.

"And I don't care if this gets both the Council AND the Triad after me." he went on.

"I refuse to let this happen."

Rene shook his head.

"Kalin... if someone else has to be found to take care of her, so be it." he said.

"But if she disappears into this sort of black market show system... she's gone forever." he reasoned.

"I've done worse in the past, Kalin." he reminded the redhead.

"FAR worse..." he muttered.

"All I care about right now... is getting Erica home." he told her frankly, as he started to think about something.

"Though a little stealth and finesse may go a long way, here..." he admitted quietly.