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Sam watched the video patiently. "I'll take that if you don't mind," he said after seeing the feed. "He probably had a magnetic disrupter beam," Sam said to make them feel better. "Knocked out your system temporarily." After looking around the store, he could be done with the place and snoop around outside. He was looking for, goodness help him, a basketball player. If the guy showed up in a crowd, he would show up in a crowd if you know what I mean.

She couldn't get to sleep at all that night, nothing worked, not even pills, and so now Jay resorted to going on a walk. She gave a heavy sigh as she got dressed qucikly and grabbed her keys off the counter. It was then that she heard the knock, some what faint for it was on her neighbor's door otherwise she would have been more weary. Jay let her keys jingle as she stepped out into the light of the hallway and squinted slightly until she got used to the lighting. As she fumbled with her keys to lock her room door she looked over at the stranger and then down at her keys before replying to his authoritative call into the empty apartment, "She's not there....it's been about a day now." She spoke casually and nodded as the key and lock gave a satisfying 'c***k' and she plopped her keys away. After her business was done with the door she let her mind leak into that of the stranger, but all she could get was that he was a cop of some sort, "Oh...um, goodnight." Jay gave a friendly smile and turned on her heel and headed toward the elevators.

(thanks Ghost, I like the all-inclusive jump!)

Samuel had questioned a lot of witnesses. What he was most interested in was not the man's build, which he got a lot of vague descriptions of, but any indications at all that the man was a celestial. He thought that he was. What with the tapes and other electronic equipment being blacked out in some of the murders and some seemingly unrelated robberies-- Every one the man attacked had been surprised, even after the city had been put on alert and awareness was raised. He wrote a lot of reports and taped a lot of his interviews as soon as it became clear that a killer was on the loose. These were sent off immediately to his boss, and some edited versions of the reports he sent directly to the police agencies.

The police were combing their citizen files, running a probability tree to not only narrow down who it couldn't be (for instance, five year old Jimmy Stuart), but targeting the citizens that it was most likely to be based on descriptions and past actions. That meant that a lot of people were being looked at really closely, a lot of peope who'd had nothing to do with it and hadn't comitted a crime recently. Samuel noticed this and didn't care. Any thing that got him closer to the celestial murderer was a good thing: he had no concept of citizen's rights when it didn't involve him directly.

There were too many people to track. He wasn't the only agent on the trail of every whisper of magic. He also wasn't the best. That meant that he didn't get the highest profile list to track-- and next on his list was a teenager they called Mock, who certainly wasn't the murderer unless she could change her skin, but who might be the robber because a little bird had told them that she could screw with cameras. It sounded to him like some one just wanted to get the kid in trouble. But hey, if she was really a celestial, maybe she knew other celestials-- and a trail like that could still lead to the murderer.

Now he just had to locate her. He had a few pictures that looked like they hadn't been taken with her in mind, but had been compiled together later. He was pretty sure that two of them were entirely different girls. Great. Since she seemed so elusive, today he was concentrating his efforts on her at dusk and at night.

(Jay could run into him, or he could actually find Mock. Remember that she shouldn't know he's looking for her, and that he actually intends her no harm, not believing her to be either the robber or the murderer. He just wants information.)

((Sorry about the little wait, I had Homecoming last night. Is the murderer seemingly random? Is he just killing people in the streets? Or is he killing more upstanding citizens?))

Mock had lost her self-confidence boost. With a killer around and all this extra security everywhere, she was back to picking pockets for spare creds. She didn't think a camera could catch her picking someone's pocket, so she didn't bother them anymore.

She didn't bother them, but they were becoming her best friends. She tried to position herself near a camera when she found someplace to sleep, so that if she were murdered they could find the b*****d and hopefully string him up, too. And even though she'd heard he could mess with cameras, she was rather safe than sorry.

The name Sharks was coming up everywhere. Mockingbird was pretty sure that the guys she had...messed with...in the deca-mall had been Sharkies. But what did that matter now?

((I'm not really required for your characters to meet, unless one of the characters is very deep into something, like being tortured in an unknown apartment or something. Just PM if you have plans. smile ))

AGSA is a group of specialized individuals that collectively created one of the greatest information and semi-military group in the city of Andel. Even the politicians had to watch out for them since the group was independent from the government. They were the group that watched everyone. Now, it may seem to powerful, but with other government groups, everyone were checked and balanced. The President Mayor had power over AGSA, the agency had power most everyone, the council in turn chose the president and the people chose the council members. It was quite democratic, but it wasn't perfect. Politicians were still dirty. Though they never liked getting their hands dirty. Someone else had to do it.

Sam's wrist communicator began beeping again. Though this time, a small grid appeared and the map of the city appeared with two distinctly blinking lights appearing. One was obviously him, besides the arrow that showed his name, it also showed the street he was on. The other was not far from him, just a few blocks. Four letters appeared with an arrow pointing to it. Mock



The number of Sharkies swimming the streets had considerably gone down. The gang, which comprimised of a loose alliance between smaller gangs has lost several of its central figures. Most of them just didn't want to go for jail, especially for a crime they didn't commit, but no one would believe them. They have acquired the notoriety they wanted. A few even claimed to be the serial killer, but most weren't sure since the number of deaths were growing. These thugs knew fear as well.

The Freedom Movement had set of several offensive political fronts at city hall. They claimed that the government under the nobles were still unfair. That the only the rich were being protected while they poor were left to the slaughter. The conspiracists of the group viewed that the government actually were sending out units. A group of killers to kill political enemies, but the victims really had no political value.

There were no signs of Chrest. Either they were idle and watching, or they were good at covering their tracks.

Isis had sent its own people to scavenge the area, and they had their own hidden agenda. The group knew that it was possibly a celestial murder who was on the loose, but none of them were detecting the presence of one. Its members were given orders to stop the celestial if it was one, but more importantly protect the lives of celestials.

Jay through a psychic link with others from the Isis was told of a celestial nearby. The name was Kurayami, he had the ability to manipulate metal and shadows. The group has been keeping track of nearly every celestial in the city, and perhaps had better information over them. Information that Chrest and AGSA wants to get their hands on. Though it was not in any computer or was it ever written. Such information was kept within Isis psychics.

((All: From the news they still haven't found any link, except that more than half of the victims are young women.))

((Now, is Samuel the same agent who came to Mock's temp apartment?))

Mock nosed through a synth' food stand. She had a few creds and she was trying to sense if the vender was trying to scam a poor little girl. She was trying to see how old the food really was.

"Fresh as you're lovely face, young miss," he tried. Gesturing to a pile of juicy looking red apples.

She smirked inwardly. "Excuse me, young man? Don't get smart with me," she said, glaring at him and putting her hands on her hips, making herself look more mature. He faltered and stuttered, surprised by this. "Trying to flatter a woman of my age into buying your second rate food. Why, just because I have a young appearance does not make me some naive little twit!"

She turned on her heel and marched away with an indignant flip of her hair, trying to reach the nearby corner, so she could get around it and laugh quietly to herself.

((I'm going to go ahead and post, since Penden and I have met. I want to see how this turns out.

Penden, Mock isn't going to realize he's with any particular organization. She's just a naive kid, and unless she was expecting it, she wouldn't come to that conclusion if any random person walked up to her. She doesn't always peek into people's minds, so she's not going to assume he's with one of the higher-up organizations.))

Mockingbird nearly ran into the stocky man, lurking around the corner. Wondering why he'd picked her, for whatever survey he was conducting, she thought she would have been more willing to answer if he'd just said, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

But whatever. Maybe it was a paying survey.

But, trouble, what was he talking about? Maybe he was looking into the murderer. Then she'd still be perfectly willing to help. One of her friends around the city, Shay, had been one of the victims, so she wanted to do whatever she could to help.

"Um, yeah. Sure, I'll answer your questions."

After all, he didn't look like a cop.