An unstoppable force and an immovable object

Out of th blue Cebra sits up straight, his hair covering his face. He sits up still for a few moments still as a statue. He makes a deep sigh before stretching a bit and cracking some bones. When he raised his head the look on his face was durastically different, a deadly focus had come over him. His focus and his gaze were fixed on the window, something alerted him on a subconcience or cybernetic conscience level. If Cyco had taken notice of something then it was likely something about that window was wrong. Cebra stands up and walks over to the window still unaware that there was anyone within his apartment. Upon a close examination of the window Cebra see's a little bit of dirt in the partial shape of a foot. Cebra touches the toaster on the table next to him and melts it down turning it into an SMG.

"You know breaking and entering isn't a skill I'm reluctant to use myself... But you broke into the wrong apartment buddy! Now why dont you show yourself? And fix my generator while you're at it."

Cebra's eyes flash and then glow red as he looks around his apartment.

Not good... Not good, not good, REALLY not good. Recluse thought. He just repurposed a toaster into an Sub-Machine Gun!

Agent Wolfe kept his breathing and heart rate both slow and steady. This man was clearly dangerous, and had shown no qualms about killing before.

Ofcourse, that was the senator, but still, he wasn't about to assume that he was all sunshine and rainbows once you got to know him.

He had his arachnanites broadcast a reply through his TV's speakers:

"Forgive my intrusion, but in my defence, you did kill the senator... Either him or his double... And while I had no love for the man, isn't it customary to gather actual evidence before sentencing someone to immediate death?"

Cebra looks at the t.v surprised at first but shortly followed by amusement with the ventriloquist act.

"Oh so you saw me earlier, which means you followed me all the way home. So from what you say I gather you dont work for Orion. I mean otherwise you'd have tried to kill me already, that much is clear. You seem to have some skill with manipulating tech and training enough to get into my apartment. Soooooo... You a spy? Merc? Hired gun?... Hm as for the senator, I have all the evidence I needed to justify putting a hole through his brain. The only thing I regret is not doing it sooner. Now the only real question is what to do with slippery customer like you."

Cebra scans his apartment searching room by room slowly, ready on a hair trigger to shoot anything that he see's.

"Why dont you come out and we can have ourselves a nice lil chat about minding ones business yeah?"