"Son of a bitch." He growled as he continued sprinting through the street, jumping over any obstacle that crossed in front of him, avoiding mowing down any pedestrians or good Samaritan. He picked up on the sound of a helicopter, growling. This was not going well. He needed to get off the streets and vanish. Fast...
But first... He needed to find how this guy was tracking him. His cyber-brain began to dig around the net, his firewalls and defenses carefully up to avoid any direct attacks, trying to find a way for this guy to stop fucking with him- more than he already had.