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((My turn to step in, this should give you all some leeway.))

As the cheers of the crowd died down, a young, cheerful man of asiatic decent stood up from his seat on the side, a slight flash of silver showing from beneath his sleeve. With his dignified stride, and unusually long hair and deep eyes, the peculiar man grasped David Rockefeller's hand at the podium in a firm handshake, and turned to face the crowd. This man was Hiro Stride, a popular political figure, and prominent cultural figure, despite his foreign descent due to his warm personality and sheer charisma.

"May I just say, congratulations, Mr. Rockefeller. If only your wife could benefit from all of the time and hard work you put into these people and our community. I'm sure the home would be a much less hectic place." He smiled, drawing a burst of laughter from the audience.

"But anyway, I digress. For many years this man has worked for our community tirelessly. I can remember when I was young, I always heard much of David Rockefeller. 'This man is going places', 'That man has a future about him...' And 'how far he has come...'"

In the archaic slums of New York, a child was sitting on the cold, hardwood floor of his modest apartment, immersed in the faint glow of his television. Unlike the usual stories of the weather, stolen kittens and Anarchists, tonight a brown- bearded man is giving an acceptance speach. It was Douglas Rockefeller, man of the world. After all, from a child's perspective, he did own it. Also unfortunately, it seems children were the most observant of the world.

In front of the TV was Arkei, a peculiarly named child born to a Japanese immigrant mother. His father, well, no one knows who that is. But that's a story for another time.

"Mother, who is that man on the TV...?" He asked, staring up at his distraught mother with curious eyes, in great contrast to the deep dark circles of her own.

"That's Douglas Rockefeller, honey. He's, well... I don't want to talk about it." She trailed off, her eyes suddenly depicting years and years of memories, a life, longer than it's stretch in years. And many years of pain.

And at that moment, odd so much more would be learned, and yet, so much would be lost.

"Miss Arkei, this is the AIA... We've come for your arrest. Open the door, or we tear gas the building..."

As the cheers died down to the finish of his speach, Arkei stepped down from the pedestal with a showy smile on his face, and slowly walked off towards the back of the stage set. Maybe now will be our chance... Just wait for it.

"Speach, speach!!!"

Right on schedule. With a wide grin, David Rockefeller reassumed his position at the pedestal. Rockefeller's instinct. I knew Rockefeller could never deny a speach...

With that, arson did a bit of feeling around on his neck. Suddenly, a feminine voice suddenly resounded in his head. Eevee, get me Ezekiel...

Yes sir, I'll patch you through. I assume the 'backup' is in place...?

Yes, everything is according to plan... Thanks. Him and Eevee typically refrained from referring to him on a first name basis. After all, either could be equally as incriminating, whether he is Arson or Hiro. For the secret is that he is both.

Suddenly, a distorted voice patched through within Ezekiels head, along with an image of a long haired man with a muffler wrapped around his face. Unfortunately, his mental conversations could be quite unsettling to people for the first time.

Everything is in place... The wind is high. No pressure.

Another thing that is unsettling are his code words... Many often wish his sense of humor didn't appear in his line of work.

((There, that's a bit of an update. For the next step, I'd recommend someone else from the AIA step in, it would be useful to have another perspective on the event. After all, I don't want my posts to take control of the RP. I'll thrown in another of my parts afterwards, or if no one steps in.))

(I actually had to re-read everything to figure out what was going on XP)

Nash Heard the gunshot. He Whipped his side arm out and ducked behind the stone column. Nash did a quick peak around the corner to inventory the area other than a few trees and a lamp post or two it would have to be a flat run over open-ground "s**t!" Nash said to himself as he spit the cigarette out of his mouth "well this really is the only part of this job I'm actually good at... I better give it a try i guess" he flipped around and made a mad dash for the parking complex in a serpentine pattern. nash reached for his ear "This is Nash! I need back up The shot came from a parking structure across the street I am in pursuit!"

( I wasnt sure about the technology level here so I just made it a earpiece ill change it if its a problem)

((Dude, I think we actually had more activity before the RP started... Anyone have any idea where everyone's gone?))

((Scroll down on the topic page, the thread is right down there.

And yes, you do. wink ))

(Sorry it took me so long guys, I have a whole bunch of Rp's that I'm waiting for people to do something in and it annoys me when good people let good Rp's go into inactivity.)

Ezekiel moved quickly to the edge of the building. Having gone down the ramp to the next level he looked down the four story drop. At the bottom there was a grubby ally stuffed in between the parking structure and a corporate office building some 100 stories tall or something rediculus.

Staring up towards the building he scoffed. He never did like heights very much, or being stuffed into a cubicle all day, only to drive home and be kept up by bright lights and trains passing overhead.

Bringing himself back to reality he began preparing for the climb down. Mentally of course, since he had set up and repelling set before taking his position. another guard lay still about 15 yards away. There were two more on other levels and one at the enterance. That one he had bothered to hide, the others lay where they had died. He was careful not to spill much blood, he didn't want to stain this city any more than it was already.

After a minute or two of hooking and tieing he stopped and reflected on his deeds today. This was it, the begining of the end. Tightening the bandana over his mouth he began to pull himself over the edge when he noticed his proximity censer going off. Someone was in the building.

As tristan stepped into the Demon's tear, an old fashioned door bell rang as if this was some drug store in china town. Automatically, the telescreen directly across from the door in the back of the shop switched from the speech to a face. It wasn't all that clear, with blue codes streaming up and down the surface. "Welcome Tristan." Said the woman on the screen. "You are here because your chip was deactivated. I assume you want us to fix it." The drunks moaned feebly. Normally they would have put up much more of a fight to thier program being interruppted but either they thought the speech was boring or they had a little more tequilla tonight than normal...

The old western doors behind the counter swung open as a man with a scraggly beard and cowboy duds stepped out in typical show off fashion. Even the drunks rolled thier eyes. "Now hold on there hon, remember the deal. He's gotta give us proof he's loyal. Don't want no spies with free communication through our networks now do we?" They all looked at him with raised eyebrows. It was the most technologically literate thing he had ever said. "What? Did I mess up? I did some research into computers like you were all beggin me to do before... ah whatever ya sorry losers..." He looked back over to Tristan who just walked into his shop. "So what can I do ya fer? Got the proof ya need fer me ta fix yer chip?"

He of course only feinted the passive friendly attitude in the case that it was just a kid. In the case it was a spy, he had the gun hidden under his desk in his hand aimed strait at Tristan through the wood. If he pulled any sudden moves, a few splinters later and the spy would never know what hit him.

((on a side note I'd just like to say those really intrigued by this RP should click on the link in my sig and watch the documentary it leads to.))

As Ezekiel repelled down the building, he looked up to see, what looked like a girl, leap between the buildings and land on the roof of the parking structure.

"Great, they've already got the cyborgs out after me. This should be fun."

Before he could get half way to the ground he heard a gunshot, probably from a small sidearm, and then the the rope began to fall. Without a second thought, Ezekiel threw out his arms to try and grab the ledge below.

Name: Ezekiel
HP: 1100/1100
SP: 30/30
Atk: 40+40 (+100)+20, 70% (80%)
Ammo:100 V10, 10 Sniper
Acssry: Body Armour (+400 hp)

((Decided I'd roll a dice for dramatic effect.))