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Archer opened the door to the roof. As he stepped out onto the flat roof, he noticed there was a slight breeze. Not that it mattered much, seeing as his target was only a street away, but he always took the Coriolis effect into account. He cracked his neck as he made his way across the barren rooftop to one of the small knee-high walls that were always at the tops of multilevel buildings. He crouched at it and set up his rifle on the bipod, looking through the scope to find his target. "Where are you..." He said to himself, more of a statement than a question. He soon did find Gareth through the window of the first floor. "Ah. Gotcha.."

Gareth had stayed in the city for a lot longer than he had anticipated. He had thought that he would be in and out of this place in a few days time, but the tinkerer and his daughter wouldn't have his gun ready until a week. He had decided to stay longer still, though. He was always drawn to homely places such as this small house with pieces scattered about, but was still cozy and loveable. It gave him the warm fuzzies all over. He happened to be sitting on one of the many pieces of furniture forced against the wall to make way for more tables full of scrap metal and electronic equipment. He smiled a little. Maybe he'd just stay in town. The assassins thought he was dead, so there was no more reason for him to continue to move around from place to pla-

KACHAK!!

The front window shattered as the .308 round raced into the room and tore up the upholstery at Gareth's feet. He immediately got up and ran out of the room into two others, putting three walls between him and Archer. "How the hell did he find me?" He said under his breath.

Ridar walked along the side of the alley, holding his hood to his face as the cold wind and speeding cars whipped it around his head. He had been in the city for some time now, not really knowing or caring how long it had really been. He had done some odd jobs around the city, and was renting a small apartment in the lower area of the downtown area. He thought that he would stay in the city for a while longer, it was beginning to grow on him a bit. As long as he could afford to, he thought as he reached into the pocket that held his wallet.

The gunshot came out of nowhere, and he vanished in reaction. His fear of being hunted down by someone affiliated with the old queen still lingered, but he slowly reappeared after he had realized that the shot had not been aimed for him. He heard footsteps from the top of the buildings nearby and he looked up, watching a woman head into the direction of the gunfire. His curiousity got the better of him, and he vanished once again, silently climbing up onto the rooftops and heading towards the sound as well.

Walking home, Haven hummed a happy tune, until she heard the gunfire. Quickly ducking into a bush, she tried to locate the sound. Paranoid as she was, you couldn't blame the poor thing. Everyone she'd met so far thought she was crazy, and tried to run her off or kill her.

Archer turned away from the ledge to find another vantage point when the psychic wave knocked the rifle out of his hands. He fumbled around with it and eventually caught it by the barrel before looking down at Sheila, who happened to be the only person who wasn't running for their lives. He put the bipod back down and took aim. "Playing the hero takes its toll, little missy." He quickly fired off three shots at her.

Gareth took out his newly-fixed m1911 and chambered the first round. He held it at the ready as he began to make his way down the hallway full of people clamoring their way out of the hotel, firing a shot in the ceiling to make everyone get out of his way. He to the window of the front lobby and peered out. Archer was distracted. Perfect timing. He bolted out of the hotel and ran across the street into the building Archer was in and started ascending the stairs.

Shelia dodges the bullets by using her powers to send the 1st two away from her and jump out of the path of the first one. "Please..do better than that okay?" She then creates multiple psychic knives and throws them at Archer aiming for his hands.

((It mentioned that as the reason why he had to stay. It goes on to say that he stayed longer than that time.))

Archer looked back a little bit from his scope. She... dodged his bullets? Reflected them? It doesn't matter, they weren't making holes in her. He didn't hear what she said, though, seeing as he was at the top of a three story building and she was at ground level, but that didn't matter either. He was still appalled at how she was able to perceive something the size of a pen cap going over 100 feet per second directly for her chest, let alone dodge it. He did, however, see those transluscent knifes coming after him at a considerably slower speed, so he decided to take cover under the wall.

((Ah. My bad.))

Slowly crawling out from under the bush, Haven looked around. Realizing the gunfire wasn't aimed at her, Haven became curious, and slowly climbed up onto the roof of the closest house and saw, about two rooftops away, a fight going on. She sat on the roof, tilting her head as she watched.