The hustle and bustle from the penthouse party could easily be heard from the streets outside. Shadowed profiles of many guests passed along the well lit windows. Anthony was leaning casually against the side of the brick wall of the building on the opposite side of the street. His icy blue gaze nonchalantly drifted around the scenery. When a limousine pulled up, he quickly went to the other side of the street and casually slipped in with the crowd of tuxedo clad gentlemen that were exiting the vehicle. Once inside, he took a look around the building. There were many people present, but he had a hunch that none of them were the agents he was supposed to keep an eye out for. Vivian Wood had told him that the agents were three females; Alex, a black haired Asian, Natalie, a blonde, and Dylan, a redhead. The trio was referred to as "Charlie's Angels" which was fitting considering they worked for Charles Townsend. He definitely had to admit that female opponents sounded rather intriguing. He decided to lay low until they arrived. He walked casually to a secluded corner and took out a cigarette. He quickly lit it then took a long drag. As he exhaled and wisps of smoke swirled out of his mouth, he glanced back up and spotted three women quickly advancing in his direction.

I believe the agents have just found me. How clever of them. He thought to himself as he turned and calmly began walking away, knowing better than to cause a scene amongst so many people. He paused in the doorway, took a quick drag of the cigarette then glanced back for just a moment. He saw Alex was leading the hot pursuit. He quietly went outside and pressed the red button on the wall that opened a sliding door then proceeded inside and grabbed what would appear to most to be simply a cane then went into the elevator. As he glanced up again, he saw Alex get stopped by the closing door.

Not long after he had gotten outside, he quickly crossed the street and glanced back. As expected, the angels were just behind him. He took one last drag of his cigarette then ran towards an alley. As he continued down the alley, he could hear the rapid clicking of their heels hitting the concrete behind him. When he arrived at a fence, he skillfully leapt on a box and turned in midair, pulled out his gun and shot in the direction of the angels. They just as skillfully dodged the bullets.

Impressive. He noted as he backed up until he felt the fence against his back. When his gun ran out of bullets, the angels emerged from where they had taken cover from the bullets and headed his way. He did a graceful sideways cartwheel and went through the gap between the fences. He couldn't help but appreciate his figure. It was quite useful in times like this. Dylan rushed the fence then angrily shook it and he watched her for just a few seconds, engaged by her anger. He was brought back to the present as the angels managed to assist Natalie over the fence. He ducked when she came at him, but she quickly turned and kicked him in the chest, sending him into the fence.

Damn. They mean business. He thought as he grunted and stumbled backward. Once the other two angels made it over the fence and faced him as well, he was prepared. He drew the hidden blade that was in the cane and ran straight for them. That was when the fight really got going.

After the fight had been progressing a while, Dylan was on his back, attempting to disarm him, but he backed up so her back hit the wall then tossed her off his back, snagging a bit of her hair as he did so. He took a long whiff of it and smelled hints of her shampoo. It was a fusion of mangoes and mandarin oranges. Honestly, he found it quite pleasant. The fight brought him back to the task at hand though and he expertly tucked the lock of hair away in his jacket in one split second movement and went back to action.

After he'd taken a beating from the skilled trio, he headed into the building that he had been instructed to lead them to and quickly hid himself in a secret spot he'd scouted out earlier. He quietly watched as the angels ran past him and towards the person they were intended to find: Eric Knox.

As he exited the tunnel they had entered through, Anthony pulled the lock of hair out of his jacket and took another sniff of it, enjoying the smell… her smell. He actually found himself somewhat looking forward to his next encounter with the angels. They were such an intriguing group, especially Dylan, though he couldn't place why...