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Running a search over the available Genesis files, Suno warily maneuvered her way onto the Genesis database. A lot of the attachment links were blocked, so she took her time to make her movements look slow and purposeful. In the mean time, she was entering code to bypass the firewalls the site provided, slowly needling her way into their system. When at last she could maneuver about the databases without problem, she searched for all of their information about their subject.

She swore more frequently as time passed, because it seemed that Haine's files had been purposefully removed from the CGE databases.

She paused a moment. What did "CGE" mean anyway? What most people didn't realize was that it stood for Central Genesis Experiments... what if Haine hadn't been a central experiment? From his description, he seemed to have been built pretty precisely. Perhaps... perhaps there was an entirely different branch of Genesis that no one knew about, that specialized in utilizing the CGE's generalized projects, that put the successful experimented traits into fruition.

Backing up to the central database, Suno sighed, seeing the scroll bar on the side of her screens shrink. It would take a long time, but if it meant finding out just what the Genesis had in the blueprints, it would be worth the lack of sleep.

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Tapping his foot on the floor, Haine fidgeted. He hated feeling like this. It was like having someone stare at the back of your neck, and even though you know that someone is there you can't move. He rose, pacing around the room as he listened to the sounds of the slums around him.

All of it irritated him.

As much as he hated to admit it, he missed the quiet halls of the laboratory, missed the clean facilities in which his abominate being had been created. But what he did not miss was the blood, the gaps of time that would go missing from his mind as the world went on beyond his protective walls, without him.

And in the comparison of those two things, he found losing the quiet and peace worth having seen the sun rise and set in person.

Deciding he couldn't stand cooping himself up any longer, Haine strayed out of his parlor and up onto the roof of the building, sitting on the smokestack and pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. Plucking out a silver lighter from an inner pocket on his jacket, he lit up the small vice, watching a red moon peak over the horizon as darkness settled over his slums.

Suno sat at her desk, numerous holographic computer screens cast up over her keyboard, on which her hands sat, her fingers flicking at the keys with expert knowledge and precision. She glanced down at the manila folders sprawled out on her desk every so often, interpreting and entering the data that she had just received. If all went according to plan, once she was done assorting the information into a formatted file, the data banks in their world wide computer would summarize the rest of the known information about the submitted file.

She'd been put on this case with the knowledge that she got the job done no matter what, and even though it was a case with a low hope factor, she still held a bit of resilience in her heart. If no one else could do it, that didn't mean that she couldn't. Her predecessors on the case had given it up on sight, or after the insertion of the data into the search engine. They assumed that often if the search engine couldn't find anything, they couldn't either.

She held no such beliefs. She used the search engine as a tool, and when it failed she went back to the old fashioned way of working: a little elbow grease and a lot of perseverance. So as she finished the report and entered the given data, she wasn't surprised when the search came up relatively blank.

She swore, but she wasn't surprised.

Packing up the files and locking them away in her desk, she began to compile the information into one pamphlet that she could carry with her when she went out into the field. Which, with this current case, was what she wholeheartedly intended to do.

After all, no one had seen the Genesis Superweapon and walked away alive.

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The sun glinted off of the cracked glass windows of the lower slums of the city, casting fiery reflections as the glowing orb died to the forces of night. He walked quietly, his coat around his ears, towards the run down remains of what was now his fighting arena. He'd escaped the Genesis facility some months ago, and the only way he had managed to stay free since then was to hide himself away from the eye of any person higher than a slumdog. And, of course, he had to become a slumdog to do so.

The role fit him surprisingly well.

His ruby eyes glinted as he stepped inside, his guards stepping back out of the doorway upon his recognition. They stayed silent, and he could feel their eyes following him as he ventured upstairs. Once back in his home, the balcony suite of a carved out theater, he let himself settle.

He looked over the arena below, staring at the small section of stage that remained. It was corded off, for the sake of keeping the audience out of the ring. The seats had been torn out long ago, the metal smelted from their remains used to reinforce the building's failing integrity. Now, not even gale force winds could blow it down.

He sat down in his recliner, facing the outside as night descended. He let out a stiff breath. The news that had reached him was not favorable.

If the Genesis and the Exodus were after him, he was in serious trouble.

Name:
Suno
Age:
25
Class:
Human
Appearance:

Weapons:
FireSpin
Back Story:
A previous assassin of the Halo clan, when the scientists she had worked with tried to corner her to augment her DNA, she left their services with an infamous bang. She almost burned down the compound on her way out, and is number one on the Halo clan's hit list. Now she works for the Exodus clan in hopes of avenging herself. She won't be pushed around, and is going to make sure the Halo know it.
Personality:
She's a pretty mellow person at heart, but can be angered easily and underestimated just as plainly.
Clan:
Exodus
Rank:
Captain
Duty:
To seek and destroy all Halo members and officers
Ability:
Her hammer has several different attributes that she can activate with vocal commands.
Deepest Fear:
Being trapped.
Job:
Assassin
Quote:
"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend."

Name:
Haine
Age:
19
Class:
Experiment
Appearance:

Weapons:
His genetic engineering allows him to mimic others' abilities for a limited amount of time under the control of his mad dog side, and his own consist of his claws and teeth, which are indestructible, and his saliva, which is poisonous if it is introduced to any manner of blood.
Back Story:
Created by the Genesis clan to be the ultimate weapon, he escaped two months ago when the labs were raided. So far he's been able to keep the Cerberus away, but doesn't know how much longer he can last without letting it loose. By restraining his powers and lying low in the slums of the city, he's unknowingly killing his body, which eventually will be overridden by the suppressed hormones. But slowly, unbeknownst to him, his two sides are slowly merging, fusing into one whole personality. He fights against the Cerberus because he believes that during the last bout with him, the Cerberus killed the people that came to steal him from the Genesis labs, and that the two of them are still separate. Needless to say, he does not know that that is no longer the case.
Personality:
He has become a rather edgy person in his months by himself. He's learned to milk the slums for what they can do for him, and has a reputation for being strategically ruthless. He still has his beliefs, but has found that putting them aside for the sake of his survival is the only way he can live.
Clan:
None
Rank:
Defector
Duty:
Hiding
Ability:
His Cerberus side has the ability to mimic powers, but only for a very short amount of time.
Deepest Fear:
Letting the Cerberus get back in control.
Job:
Weapon
Quote:
"That which does not kill us makes us stronger."