It had been awhile since he'd been at a computer...and this was probably the least secure place to be doing any kind of work. It wasn't really 'work', so much as a bit of reaserch. The best place to begin with getting back on his feet and into the situation...would be understanding what had happened on the outside world during his time...away. He chose a library, public enough, but a computer in the back so not to be disturbed. They would also have a collection of old newspapers and such for him to look into as well. He'd brought a notebook and a pen with him...an almost nostalgiac feeling rising within him as he opened to the first page. There was nothing within yet, not like his old notebook.

The notebook that MOBIUS had been more than happy to confiscate long ago. He wasn't even sure if it was still in existance and it honestly seemed trivial now but...it had been with him for quite some time. Honestly, that particular notebook, he was sure that Sebastian had given him after the first he'd been using met an untimely end at the hands of a case. That was why he'd thought about it now. Shaking his head, he pushed the thoughts from his mind and got to work. Eyes trained on the computer before him, he barley moved them from either the screen or the book beside him. Within a mere hour, notes littered the first couple of pages. From what he could gather, the case into the fire had been closed...many sources still targeted Sebastian as the one behind it all... Some even went to far as to say that the wife had found out about it all and he'd ended up...

His hand clenched the pen in his hand. A frown on his lips, this was doing little more than make him annoyed. There was still no mention of Mobius by name, but he could see patterns in some of the works...hints that no one else but those who know what to look for would see. Missing people, people going in to help with 'research' ... it wasn't uncommon for the group to look for people no one would miss, that no one would notice were gone. Honestly, he was probably one of those people to. Besides a very slim few, he really didn't have anyone close. Work had become his life long ago...as a result, personal attatchments and such lives were little or non existant with him.

He'd isolated himself in more ways than one, which had made it far easier than he would have liked for him to simply...fade away. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, tugging off his glasses for a moment. The sun filtering through the windows, he looked at the lenses for any smudges but of course there would be none. He was maticulous about keeping them cleaned and upkept. In Mobius' hands...they had even more become all he had left, the only reminder. Staring at the lenses, he noticed movement and his eyes focused. Across the library, two men in suits had entered, their eyes moving over the room. Something felt wrong, causing the ex detective to lower his head behind the computer screen when they glanced in his direction.

Dammit...had they already located him? He'd figured they'd have measures in place if someone looked into things to much. Words that would trigger suspicion and cause alarm... If Mobius had gone up like Kidman said it would however...then there was no reason for them to be from it, or here for him. He was just being paranoid right...? He chanced a glance over the screen at the two suited men. One still looking seemed to note him, giving a nudge to the other and they began heading in his direction. So much for that...

He pressed the log off key on the computer and grabbed his notebook, standing and turning to head in the opposite direction. He still knew very little, for all he knew, they could also be with the police or some other organization.. This section of the library was on the third floor, with the more adult level in the middle, with the lobby and the kids section down on the first level. There would probably be others down on the lower levels or watching the stairs. Best option... He ducked out of the emergency exit into the back stairwell. It would let out down on the first floor, to a door out the back. He barley made it down to the second level, before the door above opened.

The two men above, he tensed...maybe they wern't his enemies? One stepped forward as the other glanced back into the room. The one stepping towards him drew a gun. Definitely not friendly. He ducked down below the stairs before the gun could be aimed at him. This was bad, he couldn't risk an actual shot, the place far to public. Innocent people around, the only choice to get out and away. He heard the commotion behind him, voices as well, most likely the pair contacting others. He made it to the lowest landing, pushing open the door. His eyes flickered to the main entrance to see a third and fourth man there, one pointing towards him. Two more coming down the stairs from the second level.

"Dammit..."

He turned, pushing open the emergency exit at the back of the library. It led out to an ally way behind the building itself. He didn't stop, heading towards the street, coming to a halt just before the opening. A set of three dark cars set before the library, a pair of men standing beside them. Great, even out here... There was no time to think though, as three of the men from inside exited out the front, with the other three coming out the emergency exit door behind him. The gun he'd seen before pointed right at him, he glanced at it before back at the cars and the remaining men glancing over. One moved to get into the driver seat of one of the cars.

If he got blocked off or they managed to get him into one of the cars...it was over. He knew nothing of what would happen...and that...he did not like at all. No choice, he turned and took off down the stree opposite of the cars. Exposed, he was hoping they would be smart enough not to risk more attention than they were already attracting. He needed to put distance between himself and them, lose them in the city and get out of sight. He pushed forward, turning the corner and continuing down the street. Unfortunately foot was not faster than car, as one of the black cars moved on ahead of him and turned just before the street ended to cut him off.

He clenched his jaw, stepping back as the back door and passanger one opened and two of them got out. People were definitely beginning to notice now, if anything they would probably use this to their advantage and peg him as some sort of criminal...that would cause more trouble. He turned down another alley, cursing at the wall right in the middle cutting off the other side. Thankfully there was a large dumpster beside it. Instinct took over, he pushed himself up onto the dumpster and over the wall. Glancing back, he took a few steps forward...only to note the gun pointed right at him. They'd circled around the other street to...

"Hands up" the man said, "make this easy on yourself.."

Sighing, he slowly lifted his hands and the man approached him. He remained still, watching as he pulled out his phone and pressed a button.

"Got em" he said, "south side yeah...pickup ready."

He lowered the phone and began to step around him to get behind him. This would be his last chance. He moved his hand, grabbing the man's wrist. He immediately began to resist, attempting not to lose control of the gun. Keeping hold of the suited man, the two moved back against the wall of the alley. He slammed the hand holding the gun into the wall, this was wasting to much time. The man tried to pry away his hands, before swinging his free one and managing to strike Joseph across the face and cause him to step back, glasses slipping off and to the ground of the alley. The world rang for a moment, dazed slightly as the man angrily said something he didn't even hear and stepped closer to him. Something...felt off...felt... His head was spinning...

/End Him/

The voice within his head catching him off guard, but his body reacted on its own. The barrel of the gun so close, he reached out and took hold of it turning his head. The man's eyes widened, looking at him with a look of surprised and slight ...fear? Pushing the gun up, his other hand grabbed hold of the man's throat, backing him up before slamming him into the wall. Once more his hand slammed into the wall and this time he released the gun he was holding. His hand tightened around the man's neck...soft...tender...he could feel the pulse of it beneath his fingers. It would be so easy...just to apply a bit more pressure...

His hold tightened further and further. He noted the man's eyes beginning to roll back into his head, the way he was beginning to stop struggling beneath the hold... He was...No! He pulled back, dropping the man who merely slumpped to the ground against the wall... Stunned at what had just happened, processing it was...not going to happen at the moment. He stepped back against the opposite wall, his gaze blurred, he moved a hand up and became aware he wasn't wearing his glasses. His vision getting worse, he turned and picked up his glasses. They were dirty now, but he had little time to worry about that.

They were going to have to do...he was going to have to move. Now. He moved to the end of the alley, looking down the street to see the cars turning the corner down the ways. He slipped out, moving into the line of people. He attempted to be a little less suspicious, thankful for the more crowded street here. He didn't even bother to glance back, moving to the end of the street before he took off once more. He couldn't go back to the hotel, not for the moment. As a result, he took his time just to be on the safe side, turning down various streets while putting distance between himself and the sceen. Coming to a halt, his breath off from the ordeal, he could see a warehouse across the way.

Not ideal, but it seemed to be unused across a set of tracks. Had he really gone this far? He moved forward, making his way over the fence and to a door at the back of the building. Thank god it was unlocked, he pulled it open before stepping in and slamming it closed behind him. Leaning back against it, he slid down to sit on the ground. A hand moving up, he pulled off his glasses and lowered his head to give himself a moment to breath. He'd...almost killed a man...with his bare hand. Back in the hotel, but he'd thought it a dream... His hand clenched, before he slammed it to the wall beside him. This couldn't be happening...something was very wrong with him, even here and now... Sighing, he moved his hand away from the wall and slowly lifted it to his gaze. He didn't need his glasses to see...

He was shaking...