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((Oh, he has them, I just like revealing them as the story roles along xP(same thing as the abilities, and other parts of his character profile{as the story progresses, the unknowns will become... well, known}). It's more... interesting that way - no capitalizing on flaws xP.))

((Jeez - gone for a couple of days and all this... Sorry I was gone so long.))

Detroit ducked behind a desk. Hearing no shot fired, he slowly peered his head out from behind it, taking a quick look at the man in the corner.

Hearing the man mutter something about running out of ammo, he decided to say something.

"Hello? Don't worry - I'm not going to hurt you - who's there? Are you Nathan?"

A large stocky man exited Mystic's hideout by the will of the demon, the man carrying his master along in his heart. His vessel walked down the streets, scanning the building around him for a hunter's aura. It was then that he saw them, through the eyes of his victim. Mystic saw the two white auras, barely visible through the brick wall of a building across the street. He sat down at a nearby coffee shop, ordering some water and a newspaper. He needed to pass time before his opportune moment.

-Night would be falling soon... good. He had grown quite tired of this resting place; the faces of the gargoyles adorning the balcony of the clock tower he made his perch upon reminded him too much of hell; a distraction he couldn't afford as he looked directly down upon the roof of a seperate building hundreds of stories below... and the scattered, tiny auras that dwelled within - earlier during the day, he had made his way atop the clock tower; the tallest building in the east district of the city... he took a few steps toward the ledge, his right fore-toe peering off the ledge of the balcony, before he breathed deeply the air again... he smelled it... the flesh of another elite of his master was near... that was no good... no doubt it would try to steal his prey... he brought his attention back on the building, and its concealed auras deep within, bent at the knees, and leapt straight into the air... slowing in forward motion before going into a silent, rapid plummit... a tiny dot of his shadow appearing right on the center of his target's roof... before crashing through that exact spot, himself, feet first; the combined weight of his armor, enertia from his fall, force of impact, and frailty of the superstructure of the building itself caused him to keep smashing through each and every floor, until reaching the ground... where he left quite the impression in the concrete... where he had passed through the building, holes remained... and now that he had comprimised the structure's stability and alerted his prey to his presence, it was time for their blood to run; his claws grew sharper and in length, slightly, as he silently bounded up the first set of stairs.-

"Here," he said, brushing his hair out of his eyes, "I'll help you up."

Anne had walked into one of the rooms in the first floor. She had not walked into any of the rooms before. But she sat down in a chair a bit weary and reloaded her weapons...

Then she heard what sounded like an explosion. She jumped up, her pistol at low ready and noticed the wall adjacent to the hallway was cracking.

Carefully she grabbed her SAW in her right hand and her pistol in her left and headed towards the door.

((Sorry, I missed it))

Detroit looked up suddenly, hearing a loud crashing noise.

"What was that?" he asked Nathan. He backed up against the wall, bracing himself for an attack.