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Roman heard gunshots in the distance, which only meant two things: CPF, and a traceur in duress. "Sorry guys, looks like I have a job to do, I'll be back in a sec" Roman announced as he looked towards the gunshots. Taking a quick look back, Roman hesitated for a moment, he knew he shouldn't get involved in anything else that could get him killed. Nonetheless, without warning, he ran towards the sound of gunfire. He climbed on top of a water tower that sat above a nearby apartment complex, afar he could see a long traceur against five blues, which were slowly closing in on her.

Sprinting hard and fast, Roman didn't stop till he was on the building across so that he wouldn't be noticed. Leaping quietly, Roman landed and rolled as they began to shout. He walked up behind the CPF officer lagging behind, and looked directly into the eyes of the traceur, so that she would notice him and that he could reaffirm his intentions. He gave a quick nod to tell her he was ready to go.

[Wow, that was weird, it wouldn't post the entire thing O.o]

Roman rushed forward, and punched the officer in the back of the head with his brass knuckles, then spinning forward, he kicked the back of the officer's knee who was in front of him, making him buckle down. Grabbing the man's neck and he stumbled, he drove his palm into the jaw of the officer behind him -- knocking him unconscious. "These guys causing you trouble?" Roman joked, as he knocked the disoriented officer cold, watching him fall to the ground, "they seem to be bothering everyone today." Roman took of his knuckles, putting them back in his pockets so he wouldn't damage them while monkeying about.

"Oh, its no trouble, I think I'm on a roll with this 'helping people' thing; kinda came on impulse" Roman replied, "usually not my style, but I figured I'd give it a try since I seemed to be getting into 'unfavorable' situations today -- sometimes I think they're actually looking for me." Roman smiled, looking at her face as she took off her goggles, "oh yeah, I haven't introduced myself, the name is: Ray Manners, or Roman by trade." Taking one of his gloves off, he presented he hand outstrenched in front of him.

Roman shook her hand, it felt small and fragile; but it seemed that she was well trained. Her lifeless expression made him feel uncomfortable but slightly alluring at the same time. "Musica? That's a nice name, I like the ring to it" Roman looked back towards the group, "I should be heading back to my group, we've banded together for protection." He looked at the CPF officers on the ground, making sure none of them regain consciousness, "did you want to join us? That is, if you have nowhere else you have to go."

[Al right, me too, but I'll advance my sub plot before I go razz ]

"Great!" Roman was strangely happy when she agreed to come. Normally, he would rather not have someone to end up backstabbing him when things got rough, but today seemed to be the exception. Turning around, Roman took flight and grabbed onto the emergency piping on the adjacent building, pulling himself on to the roof. "Roman, you need to be more careful" lectured a voice on his radio, "you need to be discreet." Roman continued on his path, almost stumbling when he radio gained his focus. "Are you watching me?" He asked.
"Of course, you have some valuable we own."
"I've been meaning to ask, but who are you? What happened to the other handler?"
"He was deemed incompetent, so we had him removed."
"Fair enough, I have some other questions then."
"Do we seem that suspicious to you?"
"Yeah, obviously, you seem to know the inner workings of the CPF, just who are you guys?"
"I can't answer that. You know the deal, no personal information."
"I know, I know, then... Are the CPF after the package?"
"Yes. Their prime directive is to intercept your package, among others being transferred today which are highly important to our cause."
"There are others?"
"Of course, you think we would risk everything with one messenger?"
"Can you at least tell me what I'm carrying?"
"I can't give you exact details, but I can say one thing: 'Evidence'."

Roman ran towards the area where Rat was, hoping they'd still be somewhere nearby, instead of running directly towards them, he tried to predict which way they would possibly go -- he only knew which general direction they were heading in, and not the exact location. "Come to think about it, why am I going back?" muttered Roman, shrugging off his question afterwards. After a few minutes, Roman stopped on top of a newer building that looked like it was just recently finished, if Roman was right, he should have arrived here earlier than Rat. Suddenly, an emergency exit burst open, and a SWAT squad poured on to the rooftops. On instinct, Roman hung off the fire escape to hide, hoping Musica wouldn't set off them off.

"Where are they?!" shouted the squad leader.
"I don't know, our scouts said they'd arrive in 15 minutes."
"Al right, set up posts and traps."

Roman watched Musica land safely outside of the SWAT team's watch, hanging from the fire escape he knew it was inevitable that he would have to climb up, his shoulder injury wasn't helping. Slowly pulling his head over the edge, he surveyed the group, "twelve strong, armed with automatics and heavy body armor" he whispered over to Musica. He didn't have anything that would be effective at long range, meaning he would be a beehive if he was spotted from ten to thirty feet away from them.

"Search the buildings, split into two groups" ordered the squad commander, "I want these rats found."
"Sir!"

A group split off from the main, heading back into the building. While it weakened their overall strength, it also meant that in less than fifteen minutes, they would have a perimeter formed. Meaning they only had one option, capture the squad leader first, his men wouldn't shoot him to get through and gaining all of their attention to a single point, then take out the remaining five from behind before they can radio in for back up. Climbing closer to Musica, he whispered his plan into her ear, "are you better with groups, or takedowns?"

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♥♦♣♠..ɱusica..♠♣♦♥

Guardian of Rebels -- Uncatchable Knight

Eventually Musica made her way to Roman quietly. Her arms straining as she pulled herself up onto the roof once again. Just out of view of the SWAT officials she placed herself by the spot where Roman was. She extended a hand, and without even asking if he wanted help she pulled him up by his good arm. Then she retreated behind another spot on the roof and listened carefully towards the orders that were shouted out. Now would be the perfect time to ambush one of the groups and take their squad commander out. Looking towards Roman she glanced at his shoulder,"I'm ready to take them on, but are you alright with your injury?", she asked him quietly. She had noted the way he had been carrying himself when he hung off of the fire extinguisher.

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