Leaving the shop, Lucifer felt deflated from the social downpour. He couldn't believe that that one little girl could talk so damn much. Getting in his car, he sped off to start his rounds on the block of an apartment complex. Stepping out of the car, he flicked his sunglasses onto his nose before walking to search for any suspicious activity. Slinking in the shadows, a slight whistle fell upon his ears. Quickly, he stepped backwards as a tv fell in front of him. Taking a better look, Lucifer could tell it had come from the fourth floor. In the screen of the tv, he saw to shapes on the rooftop. Oddly enough he saw by the outlines of the bodies that one of them was a girl and the other was a guy. Shrugging his shoulders, Lucifer knew it could've just been some couple, and he had no authority to go up there and rain on their love affair. Turning to walk away, he caught a wisp of the conversation. Now alert, Lucifer realized who the voice belonged to. One of the knew assassins. Bolting towards the wall of the apartment, he knew that he didn't have time to use the stairs. Using the askew bricks and windowwells as footholds, Lucifer managed to reach the rooftop. Vaulting himself over the edge, he landed beside the to. With a snear Lucifer said,"Sorry for crashing the party. But I was just stunned that you hadn't invited me."