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I slowly approach the door. And with a bit of a push, the door glides along its hinges. I puzzle over this. Then realize it had been rigged. I become wide eyed as I hear the 'tick' and I run back to the window I had jumped in. In a loud explosion, the building racks, and rocks, but holds fast. Back out on the street, I look at Conleth. "It... my... door exploded on me!" I grab my helmet and hop on my bike. Conleth quizzically looks at me. I smile beneath my helmet and then rocket back out on the streets.

I was on the road before I could even hear Conleth's yelp. Of course, it was easy when you had a bike, a lot faster than a car. I only stop once, and thats when I see a S.W.A.T. tank. My mind thinks fast. I could steal that and think of the mayhem I could cause! Great distraction too, I could use that! I just had to get it away with no one noticing. That would be kinda hard. I wonder if its bulletproof? I stash my bike of in a nearby alley, and summon Oblivion. With ease, I dispatch the cops near it. Cops knew there were nonhumans among them. They did, and they always talked to me like I was one, which they were right, but they had no right to treat me differently! With sword in hand, I pull a silenced pistol and shoot the rest of the cops. I get into the tank, and start it a rollin'. I smile as i blaze the streets, several cops behind me, and I think. I rotate the turret around, and then spray the cars with the anti crowd foam. Soo the cars are stuck, and I drive off, able to stash the vehicle where I please.

With the tank safely put away for a little while, I head to get my bike. Once there, I ride it to the job I had not completed, and look over the entry. No one at all. I slip inside with a bit of lock picking and then silently move to the corporate files section of the building. I slip a knife into the space between the shelve and the outer case. With a little tug, I open the shelve, and then go through the files, taking photos of them as I go through. Once done, I put them back and then find my way to the exit. Unfortunately, I see a security guard, gun pulled. I pull my silenced pistol and find another way out. Again, a night security guard. I shake my head. I look around. The two exits were blocked by armed guards. I wait, and when the guard turns around, i knock him out. And find my way to the back exit. I go to the front, and then see my worst nightmare. Cops. I head back to the back and try to find a way back to my bike three blocks away. I find a path through the park not blocked off. After finding an alleyway, I act normal going through to my bike. I ride off back to my office, and get the film developed. I grab the file and drop it off at Genaveve's office, and then sit down. I had a bad feeling about what was coming up. A real bad feeling.

I look at the cops attending the doors. They had stopped me. I had a card up my sleeve, a Trump Card. "I have heritage. My family has long been known as monks. Now, the robe signifies this, and all this is is a high dollar costume party. Or I could talk to the mayor myself?" The look at eachother. They wave me through,after I show them my sword is fake and rubber. I get in, with no bad incidents, and find a place to scope out the place. Of course, a robe is perfect for these situations, take it off and you have normal street wear, nice to keep yourself from being spotted. I find my exits should something go wrong and look for Jairn. I pay one of the caterers to go get him for me.

"Turn around." And before he can say anything, I make a circle motion with my finger. "Okay, now, you want to know who I am right? Of course, everyone does, its human nature. Just know this, I am more than what you think I am. I could prove that much by wrecking this party. Remember that. Now, that doesn't mean I don't ever need help. Like now. My next job requires you to bail me out. Lucky you. You will get to see my face in due time. But for now, know this, I have a special vehicle you get to drive, in fact, I just stole it a couple hours ago. Okay, now. Any questions, and ask the right questions, you may get to know what you will be doing ahead of time."

I wait for him to talk, but when I see a man with long white hair in a dark business suit with a green undershirt, I hold a finger up. I follow the man out and into a private spot. "Shur'ran, what are you doing here?! I thought I told you to go out and get that-" He pulls a magnificent blade from behind his back. I whistle. "Is it the right one?" He shakes his head no. I look at him, more like glare at him.

"I don't know if it is, I was run out of his birthplace, and I had to sneak back in as a fox, and it was dangerous. They knew in human form that I was magical, like they would you in your fox form, and well, I had limited time there. So I had to get it on the run. It came from his family. I would hope it is." I shake my head. "I will be going now, have fun giving it to him!" I try to stop him, but unable to do anything, I take of the robe, and then pull out a pen and paper.

I quickly write a note to Jairn. Mr. Donale, I am going to have to cut our time short, it seems that a small emergency has happened and I must deliver a very special package to someone, and hope that I am doing the right thing. I fear that I may be making an enemy, and therefore, I will contact you with your mission details later. If you have any problems, call and I will see if I can help.

I give it to a caterer and tell him to give it to that young man, and then I head out.Outside, I make a couple calls to see if I couldn't find my mysterious elf friend.

In my support of FOSS (Free/Open source Software, FLOSS F/OSS) I have been trying to adopt Linux on my desktop, well, with the exception of a few setbacks, namely my wifi passphrase, I am ready to go. I am going to pressure my parents into giving me the code, or possible cracking it myself, very hard to do seeing as it is what it is WEP 128-bit passphrase with caps, lowercase, and possibly numbers. I may be treading bad ground here, and therefore may get grounded, so if you don't see me for a while, you know why....



Make that a, well, no. I downloaded a trial version of an encrypted password recovery tool, and then used it, and the first couple numbers made me realize what it is... I am so happy.And I had it wrong, its stupid easy to crtack hex, it was our old one thgat was the 128-bit.... but I know that damn password now.

I am now a new character, Vincent was getting, annoying?, to say it nicely. e isnt going to die, and I will still play him till he dumps off Jairn and Cunning, and he will still be head of Espionage, but he will have to be different, you will see why.

I sit with my small package of stuff. This was getting old. I had been thrown out of every place I had lived after reports of a person fitting my appearance had done something wrong to someone else. Of course, I was going to be blamed. He looked just like me, and with his trademark glasses, they would never see his red eyes. I would never get my life back. I had only one thing I could do, kill him, or make him find someone else to impersonate. Of course, easier said then done, right? Hmph. I look down at the streets below me, busy people going to the mayors party. Then I see him, Vincent Wolfgang, the nightmare of my nightmares. I slip into the elevator determined to get this guy. I check my nine mil and then make sure I was ready to make this guy pay. He wouldn't beat me this time, no way! I find the streets, and go to the spot I had just seen him. Gone. I growl and then search for him some. I ask people if they had seen me before, after some weird looks, they say yes, and point me in that direction. I was used to the looks, it was something I had to blow off. I go in that direction and then find him.

"Vincent Wolfgang!" I cry out. He turns, my form looking like that of a murderer ready to strike. "You have done enough damage in my image, give it back." He takes off his glasse4s. People stare at us, like twins, one with red eyes, the other with blue. "Go find some other image to use." He laughs, then plays it off with a wave.

"I am only using yours because it looks cool, come on, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?" I growl at his remark, my gun pointed at him. "You aren't going to pull that, it would be attempted murder if you do." Attempted? More like Actually murder! "Go on, buzz off, I have my own work to do." I pull the trigger, screams going around, and empty the clip. He stands there, bleeding, but otherwise okay. "Wrong move human."

I wake up in a room, him staring at me. Pain was the only dream I had. He comes to me, puting the point of a huge onyx sword to my neck. I try to roll over, but the sword prevents me from doing so. "Prepare to die." He says, malice in his words. Who and what was this guy! I feel a tugging, and am no longer there, but somewhere else entirely. I look at it, an office. A women looking at me with soft green eyes. I get up and then look around what the hell?!

"I am Vincent's employer, Genaveve. I hope he hasn't hurt you. Go on and leave hurry. I will scorn him myself. Go on." I do as she sdays. Today was a normal day. I had dealt with these strange forces many a time.