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"Its a really long story," Roman looked at Cam, peering into his eyes, noting that this had to be said. "All right, you're not going to like the truth though," Roman pressed his fingers on his forehead, "my master was an important runner, his name was Vulcan; if you've read into anything in the past, he was once called the 'voice of the rebellion', one of the fathers of the traceur movement." He looked at Cam sternly, "he battled directly with the CPF for many years, starting the first rebellion, a riot that happened many years ago. We would have succeeded in taking over the city, but two important figures entered the scene: Senator Preston and Senator Hessler. Effectively stopping the rebellion, destroying my master, and turning it into a mere messenger service." Roman's eyes filled with regret with the next words, "I killed Senator Preston last year, causing the November riots, with the help of an unknown organization -- which I just recently found out that it was the municipal government. Now, with their aid, I'm going to finish off Hessler. Why the government has helped me, I don't know, you should ask my master that." Roman continued forward into the hallway, the building was large and they needed to make haste, "I'm trying to restart to rebellion."

Jon nodded, a grim look on his face. Jon knew that something was wrong with Tray, the guy was never this quiet for this long. "I'll just have to hurry back and see him when this job is done..." Running as fast as he safely could, Jon hurried to the delivery point. As they leapt across the street gaps, Jon looked down and saw civilians and CPF fighting each other. The CPF would have been winning with thier superior equipment but the civilians out numbered them 20 to one and the sheer determination of the civilians was beginning to take its toll on the CPF forces.
"Monet!" Jon shouted, "Look at that!" Pointing down as they cleared a particularly big gap between the buildings.
Midday neared as they approached the drop point, the fighting in town slowly dieing out as the civilians lost moral or overran the CPF points. The sun gleamed high in the sky and Jon signalled for Monet to stop so they could rest before they approached the drop off. Out of breath he said "We need to make sure we weren't followed, and my arm is killing me." he confessed, looking at it. The wound seemed to have dried out again and so the scab had split, causing fresh blood to leak from the wound. Jons nose was fille with the familiar rusty, coppery taste of blood and he grimaced as he moved to pull of his now destroyed jacket. Lighting a cigarette, Jon offered one to Monet and pulled out his spare lighter so he could re-cauterise the wound in his bicep.

"I gave you a choice," Roman looked at Cam, seeing his rage in his eyes, "there's nothing in it for you, if you don't want to help, I'm not stopping you. I may have caused the deaths of thousands of lives, but that's why I have to do this." Roman turned to look at Cam, "if there's a shred of hope, to free everyone from the pain, the starvation, or the fear of being killed while walking down the street, then I'll work for it, even if I die in the process." Roman thought of all the lives he had sacrificed, "there's so many people I dream of at night, nightmares that torture me, their lives would be in vain if I stopped." Roman turned back towards the end of the hall, where the doorway that his final goal resided in, "killing Hessler won't solve all our problems, but you can hear it even now, the voices of the people leak through these very walls, they're fighting back, Cam. They know the CPF have weakened, the two strongest Senators have lost their power, we just need a final push to show the government what we can do. If that's not a good enough reason, then don't follow me any further."

"At least I'm doing something!" Roman yelled, grabbing Cam's shirt, "I'll cause a few more deaths sure, but I'm prepared for that." Roman let go of Cam's shirt, relieving his anger, "I'd rather do something... Then to watch my friends and family die of starvation, having no way to stop the inevitable, how helpless they feel. Regardless of what'll happen tonight, people will die! At least they can struggle against their fate! I'm giving them a chance!" Roman looked down on the ground, "I've also lost my entire family to this city, my father was brutally beaten to death because he was late for work, my mother died because we couldn't afford a doctor for her sickness... My sister... Died in my arms, starving to death..." Roman looked Cam in the face, tears had pooled in his eyes, "What would you do if you saw Monet die that way? What would you do..."

Roman listened Cam's dismissal, he knew he shouldn't say it, but the words slipped out of his mouth, "there's nothing outside..." Quickly covering his mouth after realizing what he said. He looked up at Cam, hoping he didn't hear anything. "Let's go," Roman quickly turned around, and walked forward toward the large doorway to the congugation room.

"Next time, go further," Roman commented, putting his hand on the door handle of the room, "you're not getting away from the CPF that easily. When this is over, we'll talk about it." Roman opened the door, entering a large room, the room had teired chairs line all around the centre of the room, where a large circular table resided. Hessler sat at the opposite end of the room, and there were no one else in the room. "Let's end this Hessler," Roman announced, staring him directly in the eye, ignoring his awful smirk across his face.

[Oops, forgot about posting a reply, was making the outlines for my own RP]

Roman chuckled at Cam's response, although his enigmatic words would probably have left a huge impact into his mind. Looking at Hessler, he seemed like he was expecting us, but Roman didn't feel any sense of danger. Was Hessler really planning to take them out himself? It blew Roman's mind, although he wouldn't put it past Hessler to do such a stunt. Roman knew of Hessler's experience, he was a war hero, or Roman heard that he was, the city had very little records of the past, like it was hidden away or they were trying desperately to keep something away from the citizens.

"Welcome to the fight club!" Hessler announced in the middle of the room, "this is where men gain all the respect!" Hessler wasn't taking this seriously, his stature was quite comical for such an old decrepit man. "Now, lets get this rolling!" Hessler got up, and put on an oddly shaped helmut, picking up two shotguns, one in each hand.

Roman fired two bullets, hitting Hessler dead in the chest. The bullets slightly bothered him, and fell to the ground like they hit a solid piece of titanium. "Just as I thought, he's wearing special armor!" dodging behind nearby cover, a row of chairs that extended around to the other side of the room, "get behind cover!"