>      Gordon dove into the mountain of food which he had ordered, devouring it like there was no 
tomorrow.  Meanwhile, his mind was running almost as fast as his mouth.
>      'Damn that man.  I was told that the man with no name worked alone.  Now I've got this sword 
swinging maniac to handle as well?  Alright Gordon.  Think.  You don't know where he's staying, so an 
assault is out of the question.  He knows I'm after him, so I've lost the element of surprise.  What to do...' 
Gordon thought hard as he drained a 32 oz. coke, ignoring the crowd that was watching him.  'Well, he 
knows I'm an assassin, but he hasn't taken me out yet, so he's going to have to be either very covert, or very 
fast.  And my guess is the latter.  He'll have to attack the factory as soon as he can, and my bet that'll be 
tonight.  And when he does, I'll be waiting.'
>      "Damn chopsticks!" Gordon said as the food fell back onto his plate.  "My kingdom for a fork."
>      Gordon's hand started to shake as he reached for the chunk of meat he dropped.  Pain shot through his 
arm, flooding through his body.
>      "Ivy?" Zelgadis asked concertedly.  Gordon stumbled out of his booth, dropping the money on the 
table.  He raced outside, staggering as he slipped into the alleyway beside the building.
>      "F-F-F-FLOWBROKE!" Gordon chanted.  White light streaked about his feet, forming into a six 
pointed star.  The glow enveloped him, and the pain subsided.
>      "Damn." He gasped.  "I...have to get that manuscript.  Hopefully, it will have what I need to stop this 
forever."