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"A few bullet wounds won't stop me," Roman accepted Cameron's help, "not yet at least. I have one more thing to do." Taking another morphine injection, he felt slightly better, but it was losing its effect. "I have to go kill Hessler..." Roman looked at everyone, "he was the one who broke my master."

Hessler panicked, he was at the end of the line. If he couldn't finish this now, he was a dead man. Heading straight to the core of the city, the Parliament building, which resided in the middle of downtown, was his target. Marching is army down the streets, they battled the CPF along the way, almost at a stalemate due to his new thorn in his plans, "damn you Roman!" The group was at a dead stop on the large wide staircase in front Parliament building, where the CPF had already regrouped and set up defense.

Jon stood in the corridor, panting from the adrenaline from the firefight that had just taken place. "Seems like even the CPF are turning on the CPF now..." he mused, suddenly realising something. "s**t! Monet, did you get chance to grab your bag?" Looking around hopelessly, Jon hoped that someone had grabbed his bag and jacket from the table. Seeing that no-one had, Jon checked his firarm and sa that he had nearly a full clip left in the magazine. Turning, he said to the others; "I need to go back, our packages are on the tabl ein the flat and we cant afford for them to get comprimised. I'll catch you guys up if you head onto the roof. Just leave me a marker to let me know which direction to run in."
Completing his turn, Jon took a deep breath and began to run back to the safe house, ensuring his firearm was constantly at the ready.
"Jon dont do this! you already have half the money in your account just leave the bag. Its not worth your life!" Tray called over the radio, frantically trying to stop his friend from wasting his life.
"Tray, this isn't about the money." Jon replied, "I need to do this to prove to these guys that the new kid on the block is reliable. For all they know I could still be a member of the CPF. I need to prove that I'm not!"
Jon burst back into the corridor where he could see the CPF exchaging fire with the Rangers. he knew it was pointless trying to conceal his weapon so he moved as if to back up the standard CPF officers, knowing they would be fooled by the precision with which he completed the standard CPF procedures for moving behind cover. One of the officers next to him went down and to maintain the illusion, Jon grabbed the man by the vest he wore and yanked him out of the way of any more fire. Looking round the edge, Jon saw the bags and jackets sitting on the table, out of the way of any fire for the moment.
Seeing his chance, Jon dove into the room, rolling onto his shoulder and as he rose again, grabbed thw items with both hands, rolling again to stop in the kitchen out of the way of any incoming fire.. Standing and putting his jacket and satchel bag on, Jon tucked Monets under his arm and once again dove and rolled through the gunfight, a stray round hitting him in the shoulder, entering the left side of his bicep and exiting the right. Out in the corridor again, Jon elbowed past the CFP, they were too busy trying to subdue the suspects in the room to boter with him any more.
Standing, Jon pressed his hand over the wound as hard as he could, eventually making his way back to the roof, seein g the marker they had left for him and heading in that direction quickly catching them up.
"Guys! I need help! I've been shot!" he called ahead as loudly as he could, hoping they would hear him.

Cam listened to Roman. For a while, he didn't speak. His only answer was to pump the shotgun he carried.
"I told you I owed you one." he said, grinning mischievously. It was time to kick some a**.
He turned when he heard Jon's voice. "Oh, come on. There's enough people shot here already." he said, jogging over to him.
"Idiot. Packages can be replaced. Traceurs cannot. Why did you go back? You could have been killed easier than Roman could have." he asked, frowning and shaking his head. "I have no medical supplies. I think Roman still does." he said, sighing. Too many people trying to act the hero, not enough thinking straight.

Jon walked over to Roman, removing his jacket, the through and through wound became evident. Puling out a bottle of water, he bit down on the cap and poured it over the wound to wash out the excess blood. When the pain had subsided, Jon continued over to Roman and Cam and introduced himself."My name is Jon by the way. Jon Rose. looking expectantly up at the two men in front of him, he hoped to find out who they were.

"Knew that already." Cam said, tapping his ear where the headset he wore was. Always in communication, besides, as soon as his mother had caught his voice, she was able to run it through the computer and get a match.
"Cameron Davids. Call me Rat. Don't ask." he said, holding out his hand...the one that would force Jon to shake his hand with his wounded arm. Cam laughed.
"Kidding." he said, switching hands.

"You're not going to like me for this, I ran out of sutures" Roman dug the tweezers into his wound, pulling out a bullet. He handed Jon his lighter, "you're going to have to cauterize the wound, I'll let you do it yourself." Walking over to Monet, he looked at Renee who was visibly shaking in Monet's arms. "Its okay now, we're going to get you home," Roman whispered quietly to Renee, "it'll be better off if we didn't separate, we can't take any chances, and I don't think we can trust anyone else we encounter." Trust? Remembering back to when he first met Monet and Renee, "do you trust me now?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

<(( I'm off to bed guys its ike two am here and i've been up until 4 am every night for the last two weeks lmao. Sorry if i ruin anyones plans for tonights RPing but im knackered. Ill be on posting tommorow, bright eyed and bushy tailed! night guys))>

((Woah...Kinda fell behind there lol))

What is this?, Asuka thought as CPF swarmed the rooftop. Ducking behind one of the air-conditioning units, Asuka accessed the situation. The CPF and a few of the Rangers were exchanging shots. Why are they shooting at us? Then, in the corner of his eye, he saw the traceurs creep out amidst the chaos. Damn it! Quicksilver, Weasel, stop them!
Changing his headset to a General channel, he shouted "This if Officer Asuka. We had received a tip of traceur activity in the area. The Ranger units were off-duty at the time, but we were closest. Cease fire immediately! I repeat, cease fire immediately! Possible traceurs have exited the premises!" A lie, but not a complete one, and it fit the circumstances.

Let's hope that settles them.
Then the unthinkable happened, Hessler had marched the Rangers to the Parliament building. Damn! Though Asuka worked in cooperation of the Rangers, he was the CPF representative within the force.
So watching him wasn't a joke from the Commander. Asuka clasped his hand on his head, cursing himself for his stupidity. Now's not the time for self pity, he thought.
Bursting out his hiding place, he switched both of his Ingrams into burst-fire. After clearing the fact to the CPF that he was a friendly, he fired several bursts of bullets, taking down several Rangers. Without missing a beat, he sped down the the fire escape, holstering one of the Ingrams as he did so.

Upon reaching the bottom, he briskly stepped into the car that he and the Ranger Officer were using. Good, he left the keys. Pressing down the gas, he sent the car speeding away. His destination; the Parliament building.