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Leaping back across the rooftops, Arson dashed quickly through the thick white snow, kicking up a constant white powder, shimmering as it flew through the midnight air. With every step, it seemed as if he were moving through a cloud, bits of snow flying past him.

As he stopped, Arson noticed a call coming through to the back of his head. It seemed that Ezekiel had picked up on the communication method he had used already.

Hmm, it seems like Ezekiel has already figured out how to use my communication. He catches on quickly, it takes a very intelligent person to do that..

"Better. Check the ground behind your foot."Almost eerily, there was a mahole cover right underneath Ezekiel, covered slightly by the snow. By sheer memory, and aided by the natural GPS system impanted in every verichip, It had been a good thing Eevee had added that extra little hack to their verichips.

"Follow the path below to the east. When you first come up, you should notice another opening. Follow it, and you will be in another one of our checkpoints. I'll meet you there, but make sure you aren't followed."
The man responded with a certain urgency, bus as if he had already formed a plan. It appeared that if Ezekiel wanted to escape, he would have to make some kind of distraction.

"Use one of the items we gave you. There should be something in there to help."

The voice cut out, leaving Ezekiel in silence, contrast to the chaos around him.

Chancing a glance around his hiding spot he noticed his persuer just turning and leaving from sight. This was one of the luckiest braks he could think to get right here.

quickly grabbing his pistol and holstering it he dug up the manhole cover and began to slide in. As he wa going through he pulled the mini-dumpster as far as he could overtop of the manhole, then pulled the lid over top of it.

Following Arsons instructions Ezekiel began to follow the sewers east, hoping wherever he ended up they had someone who knew medicine. Meanwhile his arm still burned from the wound. Pulling some antibiotice out from his pack he stopped for a moment and treated himself the best he could. After a while of walking, about 5 minutes, the effects of bloodloss began to set in. Felling groggy, he decided he'd have to try one last thing.

'I dunno if you can hear me mate, but I'm kinda in a spot here. If you could maybe get me extrcted that would be great. Of course you can take your time, I think I'll be here for awhile.'
Sliding down to the floor along the wall he pulled something out of his coat pocket. It was something form the 'care package' that arson's men had given to him when he came here. It was, what he hopped to be, a tracking device.

He stayed concious as long as he could, but after about twenty-five minutes he began to slip.
'You can hurry now...'

(damn your lucky my character is lazy)

Nash found himself ankle deep in the snow. "where the hell did all this snow come from." he couldn't help but wonder. he walked around the semi narrow ally until he found a rather nifty pool of blood. he followed the crimson drops across the fresh white powder until it led to a man hole that appeared to have been opened recently. Nash turned as he heard rushed foot steps running behind him. "great now the back-up arrives...figures" nash said as he put a much needed cigarette into his mouth. "sir we came as fast as we could!" said the first agent. Nash looked at him for a moment with a flat stare that threw the man off a bit. "give me your coat." nash said to the man. the man looked a little confused at the sudden request. "why sir?" he asked. "because Im cold I through my coat off doing my job while you guys where in the heated auditorium." nash took the mans coat and looked at it for a second with a half disgusted look on his face. Nash had a look of insight on his face as his started to crumple the coat in his hands much to the horror of the man to whom the coat belongs. "well anyways im leaving the rest to you I shot him pretty much down the length of his arm so he is leaving a pretty distinct blood trail ... and he apparently has made his way into the sewer." Nash walked up to the now coat-less man and layed his hand on the man's shoulder "have fun i have to make my report"

David was walking to the boardroom of Madison Square Garden led by his guardroid, Belcifius Platinum, which donned a red overcoat and a half black and half white mask where the face should be.

"Chancellor, go in this room," droned the droid, "I shall guard the door."

David went in. He then got a call from an unknown board member.

"We are sticking with the emergency rule," he claimed, "we must get rid of the anarchist issue. We are sending out soldroids, agents, and soldiers to watch the streets and to infiltrate any suspicious organization. This is just to let you know, because you know..."

"Yes! Yes!" David didn't wish to be reminded about the threats, "Emergency, whatever, just...leave us alone..."

In the long, white hospital halls the clear, fluorescent lights shone brightly, giving the building an almost ghostly feel about it. Every several feet, large windows covered the walls, depicting the outside world of the world's currently most expansive countryside. The world outside the hospital windows was a far cry from the rest of the world, crickets chirping in the night. A world almost untouched by the marching soldiers, or the blaring city streets, crowded with millions swarming the sidewalks at all times of the day. Though uninhabited, it gave off a feeling of warmness, the words passing between the plants and the chirping crickets far greater than any on those busy streets.

As he stood looking out the window, Arson let his mind wander. Thinking about the loss of such a world, and the great contrast between this world and the one that he had been in once before. With a sigh, he left his window- side view, to turn to his muscular cohort, patiently waiting for his silent leader's reply.

"Take care of Ezekiel when he wakes up. Tonight is a night of many events, and I must submit our cause to the people. Tomorrow, they will wake up to many hostilites... A world of great conflict." He said, turning to look down the hallway.

"And I must be there. Make sure he wakes up and gets the proper treatment. I'll continue to make sure no one else finds your hospital." Without another word, Arson turned and left the hospital's white corridors, and left down the stairs to the many fields below.

Later that night, Arson returned to his expansive, three story house, within feet of New York's edge. It was always a difficult task, as many people would often be near his house, where they could spy his everyday activities. That is why he entered through one of the many smaller houses in the inner city, far from the Illuminati's far reaching eye. Beneath, he made use of an ancient tunnel between his house and his own, which he had chosen them both for. It was one of the many remaining tunnels from the abolitionist network, long untouched since it was a network for a path to freedom. Many of the AIA knew where Hiro Estride, a profound political figure to millions lived, but none knew where Arson, the Freedom Fighter and one of the many Elders of the new Resistance lived. As he climbed through one of his esate's many hallways, he had changed back to his everyday garb of suitpants and a dress shirt, his blazer and tie left lying on a nearby chair.

Once again, he stopped at one of his own windows. The view was different, one of corruption and deceit. Across the city horizon, the slum sectors were laid out like patchwork. Large areas, full of people scraping together just what they needed to survive. Around each of these areas towered the sky- high skyscrapers of the wealthy, massive tubes and walkways allowing them to travel from residence to residents, hundreds of feet above the people below them. Above, dinner parties commenced, large rooms of expensively clothed men clinking their glasses together, women in expensive cloth and jewelry, talking about the latest social outcry or rumor. Aside from his country home, Arson was also one of these skyscrapers, his own home high above the city streets. A lifestyle that had been upon his back since his childhood, as his mother had once bore it upon hers, and many others, this society built upon the backs of millions. His gaze focusing on the thousands of slums scattered across the city, Hiro's eyes narrowed, his mind filled with resolve.

"Don't worry, your children will be beasts of burden no longer... For tonight, the Atlases of the world, the meek... shall inherit the Earth."

With that, he returned to his back room, the Resistance's cleverly concealed center of operations. Though, center would indeed be a strong word. For should any member of the AIA enter this room, all evidence of Hiro's scond lifestyle will vanish, and the resistance shall continue through it's many hubs throughout the city. A large, expansive web of communications, the likes of which the spider Arachne herself would have conceived, along with it's many taps within the media. Tonight, the resistance shall bear it's message, and with it, the cries of the people. Anguished, but resilient. When they wake up, many will find a new world. For tomorrow, the young man hoped, would be a free world

With clipboard in hand, the somber doctor walked into the room, his spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose. Along with his short black hair and thick mustache, his features now seemed completely out of sync with his size. Upon hearing Ezekiel waking up, he looked up from his various medical charts, indecipherable by anyone but the doctor himself (unfortunately they don't run handwriting tests at medical school).

"So, you're awake. Well, you might want to wait awhile, your friend has told me to ask you to turn on the TV if you wake up. He's very well known around here, and apparently most of this hospital is funded by him." Upon studying Ezekiel's face for a moment, with a raised eyebrow, he goes on to explain.

"We don't really know his name, but he tends to go by Arson Arkei. He's never shown his face, but he seems to be a very resourceful man. Obviously, we have a very nice hospital because of it." He mused, continueing to flip through his various charts and records.

"I assume that you're someone he trusts, or else he wouldn't have brought you here himself. Very few people know about this hospital, so I would wait until the day before you leave. It's a long distance back to New York, and we were only able to take you back by EMT. If the AIA catches you at night, I'm sure they'll put you away. And for the integrity of this hospital," He said with a stern tone, staring Ezekiel directly in the eyes.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. If they find out about us, then our business will be absorbed by a large corporation before we can change the sheets... In the meantime, watch the TV. Apparently something is about to happen." With that, the apparent medical expert put down his clipboard on the nearest stand and picked up the remote, turning on the TV with a flash on the screen. Just news talking about the latest cat up in a tree, so far.

((You can control the doctor if you like, you can probably get a good idea of his personality so far. I don't have time to type up the next post right now, so react to the owner if and I'll begin the address tomorrow.))

Beneath the city, wires were humming with the activity of a revolution at play. The media channels were flowing information, some false, some not. Hiro had in fact planned for the capture of the U.S.S. Caliph, and even the hacking of the AIA database, as well as the destruction of the City Surveillance. But the assassinations, he had not. By the information he was given, he knew the media report was false. At the time, all of the directors had been held up far away from the blast site, deep within their iron barricades and leagues of combination locks.

Upon surveying the site, not a soul was found atop the bridge, and the nearby buildings were completely empty. They had hacked the work databases of the employees beforehand and altered their shifts to direct them away from the blast; but the news media told a different story.

"Someone wanted more power..."

"I get the feeling that the BoD is beginning to centralize- all towards one person. Otherwise, the BoD typically conduct their activities within arm's reach of each other. Their leadership is beginning to divide, and someone is taking advantage of it. It's all just a matter of who..." He mused, stroking his chin as he walked through his mansion halls, pacing to fuel his though process.

"Anyway, it's about time for my live address... Tonight, the news media will give a different view of things..." He whispered to himself, mentally preparing himself for his first broadcast. Hopefully,, he thought, My ratings will catch up to themselves tonight...

Grabbing his usual dark blue, cloth getup, and stepped into his unusual cylinder elevator, the likes of which only seen in old american movies depicting the future. He rode the elevator down, and dissappeared, another elevator replacing his own above. Unlike the elevator he rode, the one above had only three, despite being hidden. Right now, Hiro was passing one of many basements...

((Lol, appreciate it man. I'm going to get Lum in here hor whatever he wants to throw in at the last minute, then I'll start with the speech. Also, opened things up for a Director, whenever they step in. You know, if you could find someone to go under you or take over Nash, then you could fill it yourself. Your call.))