Mitsuko watched the shuttle soar into the heavens. Her prey had gotten away again. Two more years of tracking and undercover work gone. How did he keep doing that?. She shrugged almost imperceptibly. She would find him again. For now, she needed to tend to her own.
Some of her crew were wounded, and others were in other locations in an attempt to get ahead of Xylar before he could get to a ship and get off world. He did have a knack for escape in addition to being able to sense a trap, usually at the expense of his own crew. She looked over at the captured and dead crewmates of Xylar's. One was writhing in obvious agony while clutching his head, but didn't have any visible wounds. That's okay. She had that effect on men sometimes.
