Ares dropped the mouse and it scampered across the floor into a crack in the wall. As he was about to return to his bedroom and get some sleep, a SWAT helicopter (if there are SWAT helicopters in this show...) leveled with the window, a machine gunner poised to tear the place apart. Ares drew a dangerous-looking battle axe. It was double-bladed and pitch black except for the edges that tapered down a half-inch to the blade, which were silver. He grabbed his hat off a nearby table, placed it firmly on his head, and waited.