He had noticed Haku, but it wasn't Haku he saw. A woman, sure. But dressed in all black Kevlar and a swat team helmate. Barton's storm troopers and Heero's back up. Who ever said Heero played a game like this fair? It was some kind of cruel game, hunting him down and threatening to break him down and turn him into some kind of mindless puppet or some shit. Just like Heero.

So he ran, bolting across the bridge towards the old trolley station.