After his run in with Faith he had felt like someone jacked up the adrenaline in his system.  It was sort of like being given a Red Bull IV.  Finally, after all the time they'd spent chasing that pathetic fanger around the world, he finally had a line on how to find the undead lethario.  Now if he could just get Ariadne to reconsider his affection for the man then she could dust him and life for Hannibal King would be almost perfect.  Almost. 

Riding back to the camp where he usually met with Jane and Ariadne to report at the end of the day he had the black Bronco breaking most of the cities laws.  Speeding, running red lights, but who cared.  Ding, dong, soon the bitch would be dead.  (Except in this case the bitch in question actually was dead, or undead, whatever that meant).  Between his ear and his shoulder he had wedged the disposible cell phone he'd been carrying lately and had dialed up Ariadne just because news like this couldn't wait.

"Rad....I've got such good news you're gonna want to buy some knee pads for all the kneeling you'll be doing.  But listen, I have a deal on the table and 'that cat' isn't included, so I would highly suggest getting the pussy nice and distracted with a ball of twine before I get home.  Got me? Be there in fifteen."

He didn't really give Rad a chance to say much, just bull dozed through the conversation.  Really, he wasn't about to give her a chance to try including Mary Jane.  He'd had enough of that woman since the chapel in Rome where he'd first met her.  As far as he was concerned they might as well tie MJ up, put her in a sack, and throw her in the Big Muddy.  Since that was off the table he derived a certain satisfaction from knowing that she would not be included in this little errand.  Like a psychotic horse towards a burning stable he pushed the Bronco faster as he hurried to get home and share his news with Ariadne.