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The Illusionist nodded.

"It was my choice then to help and my choice now to help. Just ask."

Dimitri ran thorught the alleyways between the barraks, he entered the officer's quarters area and serched there places, he stopped in one and found several files of different prototypes, including himself and Aeulia's, he grabbed them and turned to leave, but there was a man with a pistol in the doorway.

Altair smiled, "well look who I found sneaking around in my room, Dimitri "shifter"...what a honor" he said mocking, he raised the pistol and hit a small red button near the door, alarms started to go. "your not going to make it out of here alive" he said.

Dimitri ran forword and smashed into Altair, he didn't stop to fight, he ran as fast as his modified legs could, heading for the fences, gun fire started, the bullets aimed at him, one round hit him in the shoulder, another skimmed his cheek, but he kept running, he jumped the fence and kept running, the shots started to fade, then none at all, but Dimitri kept running and didn't stop until he was in the city.

Aeulia's heart lept. Throughout his speech, she'd been totally captured by his charisma, and really had believed she was going to be let down again. However, she hadn't. She wouldn't have to do this alone.
She met his eyes, and grinned widely. "Name's Aeulia. That's A-you-lee-ah" She said, extending out her hand to shake his. "And your name is..?"

(( Sorry for my prolonged absence. ))

Caelan woke in his apartment. He had found himself near his building at some point during the fight. Annoyed, he just had gone to his apartment then to sleep. Caelan stood up, and looked around his room. It was a small room, and practically barren. Caelan went to the small fridge and pulled out a carton of milk. He drank it all in one setting, and threw the carton in the recycling bin. Caelan grabbed his jacket and stepped out the door. He lived on the ground floor, so he just walked down the hall and exited the building. He walked down the street, bored out of his mind.

"Dimitri?" Said Aeulia, slightly suprised. When she said she'd been certain they'd meet again, she didn't mean so soon. Ignoring the files strewn on the ground, she ran up to him, and lookd at his shoulder.
"And I'd only just finished bandaging that up earlier! I did tell you not to go fighting for a while, give yourself time to heal..." She sighed. "But... Thank you. Am I allowed to fix it up again?"
The Illusionman spoke, revealing to her his name, and a snippet of his past for which she was thankful. But...
"You remember your past?" Aeulia queried, frowning slightly. "But... How?"
Bending down, she picked up hers, Dimitri's and Robert's files. She handed them each to their respected owners.
"We were mind-wiped, weren't we? I thought.... Did you..."
No question about it. This was strange. Prehaps he had already seen his own file, so that would mean... Her past was in these pages. She looked down at the small brown file.
"But where did you get these anyway, Dimitri? I'm guessing it was under heavy security."
((XD She's asking lots of questions, without waiting for answers. Oh well. Just assume she's being polite biggrin ))

((Dun Dunn DUUNN! eek ))
"Dimitri..." Said Aeulia softly, but her voice failed her. He didn't seem that shocked, sure, but for someone so clearly fighting for justice and good, it wasn't going to give him any closure.
She looked at the file in her own hands. It was almost repulsive that an officer she didn't even know could read up on her life, whilst she barely knew anything about it. It was brown, vaugly creased, and smooth in her hands. It weighed slightly in her hands, causing her to wonder how meagre her life could have been before to take up so little space.
Why am I making such a big deal out of this? She thought. Why is my past so important to me?
So what if it wasn't pretty? So what if there wasn't much of it? She wanted to look, just briefly.
Opening it, she flicked through. Fairly boring pages of tiny text that used long, complecated words that she doubted were even spelt right. Finally, she found the biography page.
"Hey!" She said, suddenly. "I'm at least three pounds lighter than that!"
Inside was the usual; height, weight, date of creation (5th December), classifiation, the usual. Finally, she found something:

She nodded. It wasn't too bad. There was more, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
"Look, Dimitri, it's not important what we used to be, ok?" She tried to meet his eyes. "We're different now from whatever we were in the past." Looking down at her file, she shut it abruptly. "Whoever I used to be is dead. She died when she was experiamented on, and turned into one of us 'prototypes'. What I am now... Is what matters. For all I care, you could've been an alien. It doesn't change anything."
Why aren't you looking at us? Why are you shading your face?
"Do you understand?"

Dimitri kept reading, and found a few clippings from various newspapers. Thefts with no clues as to the person, murders with no traces of a murderer, it seemed lik Dimitri was good. "well...it makes sense...have someone who's good at what he does, give him some powers and let him do his job but with a purpose..." he mummbled.

Dimitri stopped at the last news paper artical, a front page story the title read: Nortious criminal put to death.
he didn't bother to read the artical the fact it was included in his file was enought for him he sighed and closed the folder.

Altair came to "damn...I knew he had super strength but...damn..." he got to his feet and walked over to his desk. "oh crap..." the files were gone. Damn it he got the files, by now there probally have already read them...not good...there not supose to know there pasts because they might return to those old lives...or whats left in some cases He thought.