Before she can go any further, Tikki hears a soft click to her rear. Ohara’s eyes shift to her right. She is forced to turn and look. The man in servant’s uniform is back again. That is too bad for him. She is busy working to salvage her life and is at risk just being here. She cannot afford any interruptions that might lead to costly delays. The servant stops and gapes at her. A burst from the SMG tears at his fancy black jacket and frilly white shirt, spattering both with blood and spinning him back toward the floor.