"I am experienced in crime," I state.

"Good, Edward won't get ticked at me if you kill people." Deadeye said. "Which is good because I think I know who's following us."

I smirk evilly. "Killing is my favorite crime...."

X took a bite out of the sandwich, "That's something we can agree on." he said, taking another bite.

"There's this former FBI agent who's been following me for a couple years now, Edward won't let me kill him, but if one of you kill him it's not me, correct?" Deadeye said.

X nodded, "Correct, name and appearance please?" he asked.

"Name Matthew Ray Vaughn, Age 41, 6'3, 220 Ibs, white male, usually still wears a military uniform." Deadeye said, "I think he may be somewhere close."

X shrugged, "I'll keep an eye out, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep off this day." he said, plopping into the bed and falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

Deadeye sat down on a wooden chair looking out the window.

X twisted and turned in his sleep, his mind tumbling in a cyclone of nightmares.

Deadeye fell asleep on the wooden chair.

X awoke to the sound of the room cleaner, "Eh?" he asked, levitating a cup of coffee over to him.

"Hm, uh, wha?" Deadeye said, pulling himself up from the chair.

The room service pulled out of the room and headed back to the front, "Well that was a fast sleep." he said, taking a few sips.

"Yeah," Deadeye said, "What time is it?"