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 Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 3:15 pm
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She nodded when the man introduced himself as Jon, and the other was Tray. Listening to her instructions, she began to stretch, making sure she was warmed up for the job. The distance, although a ways away, was not something she had not handled before... In fact, she figured this would relatively be a piece of cake. "I'll take any job as long as it pays well," she said in a serious manner as she took hold of her pack and strapped it to her body, feeling the gentle weight of it pull her down on one side. She had been in this business for long enough to know how to compensate for such a weight change, and she looked up at Jon. "Whenever you're ready," she said as she stood up straight once more, getting ready to leave. Brigitte wasn't like her sister in the way that her sister liked to socialize. If she could help it, she didn't like to get close to as many people as she could... It only spelled out danger for her... Anyone close to her was in danger of being taken in by CPF bastards...
Looking out on the city, it was beginning to quiet down, the light of various buildings hushing as the night called for sleep. But for her, it was different. Business meant money, and money was good for the family... She looked over at Jon, awaiting his reply.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 4:59 pm
Jon looked at the woman, sensing that she was very closed. She seemed to have a disdain for anybody that she didn't already know very well. She seemed almost scared to let anyone new into her life...
"You sure your ready for this?" Jon asked, mimicing her in stretching, warming up his muscles. Stretching, Jon looked over the edge of the building, looking downwards, unable to the see the floor, it was like staring into forever, an endless abyss that would swallow him whole if he made but one mistake. Checking his sidearm, Jon cocked the weapon, put the safety on and re-holstered it. Pulling out his cigarette, Jon took one, light it and offered the last one to Monet wondering she would accept it.
Tray left the roof top, probably to set up his radio nest where he would be communicating with them from for the duration of the Job.
"You two hear me?Tray asked over the headsets he had left on the rooftop. Jon picked them up and handed one to Monet, putting his own in his ear and responding to Tray, turning the volume down.
"Yeah I hear you loud and clear, We go for the job?" Jon responded over the headset as he finished his cig and flicked it off the edge of the building. Walking to the opposite edge of the building from which he had to leap, Jon heard Tray's reply;
"Yes, we are all go, I repeat all go for the job." Getting ready for his run up, Jon waited for Monet to take her place next to him, or wherever she prefered to begin her run from.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 5:27 pm
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The question he asked her was a curious one, and she wondered why he would ask her such a thing. Did she not seem ready for the job? Perhaps a part of her lay somewhere else, among the rooftops, running with a man she had known for a time in her life... Cameron and her sister, Renee. Perhaps a part of her always travelled with Renee, even if they were separated... She took a deep breath and fixed her composure to show no fear... It how she liked to work, and it's the appearance that she always chose to give off. "Do I seem full of doubt to you, Jon?" she asked him curiously, a small edge of a grin appearing on her face as she pulled her hair up into a pony tail, exposing the tattoo on the back of her neck that read "Monet". She patted her thigh, feeling her butterfly knife, and reached up to feel the small pistol in its holster.
Looking over at the offered cigarette, she refused with respect towards the man who offered, feeling the need to be a bit more gentle on her attitude, so as not to offend anyone. Usually, she didn't care. But this time, she wasn't working with someone she knew, and until she knew his boundaries, she figured she would tread the waters lightly, for fear of upsetting him in an offensive manner. "And I prefer not to smoke before running..." she explained as she took hold of the headset he offered her and placed the bud in her ear, fooling around with it until she felt comfortable. "It's a go for me," she said as she lowered herself to the rooftop, getting into a comfortable starting position as she looked over at Jon. "Try to keep up," she said with a small grin as she took off of the building, jumping straight down into the abyss that beckoned below. The feeling of the cool night air brushed against her face and she allowed the feeling to lift her spirits momentarily before she reached out and grabbed hold of a bar, swinging around it momentarily before letting go, her feet meeting the hard surface of a wall as she took off into the night, listening for Jon's movements behind her as she continued on.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 7:14 pm
Jon put the cigarette away for now, watching as Monet launched off the building, swinging off the pole attatched to the adjacent building and leapt confidently out of sight. Resuming his position, Jon grinned as he sprinted full tilt towards the edge of the building. He jumped high and far into the night, rolling with the landing on the opposite building, hoping he would meet up with Monet on the other side.
As he ran, he went into auto pilot, his instincts taking over as he thought about her, her intrigueing beauty, her mysterious behaviour towards others. Jon was especially impressed by the tattoo on the nape of her neck, tattoos being hard to come by nowadays. If the CPF caught you with a tattoo then you were obviously part of the rebellion and were immediatly arrested. His own tattoos were a kind of 'f**k you' to the CPF who had ruined hs life just to ensure the survival of one of the higher ups.
"Tray, any noise up ahead?" Jon asked over the headset as he ran over a rook, vaulting A/C pipes and power conduits as he progressed further along the roof. Flipping off the edge of the building, Jon rolled with the momentum of his landing.
"Nothing as of yet but we're expecting some sooner rather than later..."
"We?"replied Jon, "Whatever, I don't need to know right now. You got any idea where Monet is in relation to me? Haven't seen her in a while..." The edge of the building was aproaching and Jon leapt of the lip of the roof, stretching himself out to grab the edge of the building opposite. Slamming into it hard, Jon managed to cling on and pull himself up. Recovering his breath and checking that he had no injuries, Jon called out over the radio to Monet;"Yo, Monet, you around?"
"Ain't heard from her in a while but the bags beacon is still on the move nearby to you so you should see her soon if you keep moving." Tray called over the radio, "I'll contact her and requisition that the two of you meet up."
"Okay T, let me know what the deal is." Jon responded, setting off again
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 8:48 pm
Anidzuki If you look on page 5, she posted and you're no longer waiting. [Son of a b***h, I messed up in my own RP -.- Anyways, due to some problems with IRL, I won't be able to post much for a while. Say Cameron went off and did his own thing for a bit, and when I can post again on Friday, I'll catch up with what happened.]
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 3:40 am
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Brigitte had been on the building adjacent to the one Jon was currently moving on. In all, she allowed him to set the pace, for no one was ever too fast for her to keep up with. And she had worked long enough with a slightly sporadic partner, aka, her sister, Renee, to fully know how to keep track of the person she was running with. And so, when the voice came up on her headset asking if she was around, she took off, off of the building she was on and managed to just barely land on the one that Jon was currently running on. "Right here," she reported when she came to a steady pace beside him, glancing to him a moment before realizing she had to jump off the building roof top and onto another. However, she timed the jump wrong, and just missed it, reaching out her arm to grab onto the rooftop to correct her mistake. Bt her shoulder pulled a little too much, and she yanked herself up before setting off once more, her shoulder throbbing in pain.
However, Brigitte masked it well, and continued to run, hoping it would eventually pop back in, as it usually did, as she continued. As she ran, she continued to attempt to push her shoulder back in place, her face twisting whenever too much pain occurred... However, she tried her best to hide the fact, not wanting her partner to know and to slow down just for her sake. And so, in an attempt to direct away from her pain, she spoke. "Is there any sign of CPF forces up ahead?" she asked curiously as she continued to run, now setting into a gentle pace that would allow them to speak relatively normally. If there were CPF forces, she would possibly have to break just to pop her shoulder in correctly, so she would at least be of use when they showed up... Nothing was ever worse than to have to ditch the CPF with injuries, especially those that slowed down the body. Waiting for an answer, she continued on her way.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 3:44 pm
[Since Rawr isn't posting, gonna move my guy forward.]
"All right then," Roman muttered, dusting off his jeans, "seems you're good, I'll be on my way now." Checking himself over, he realized that he was completely out of supplies. No first aid kit, no rations, and his favorite weapon was gone -- which was everything he had. Roman had a huge debt from his former life, and he desperately needed to pay it off. "Okay, I'm good now," said Roman over his mic, "give me that mission now."
"This mission is from one of our affiliates, which will benefit both parties and you specifically."
"Okay, shoot."
"That's exactly what we want you to do. You're to assassinate a man named Alex Volken. He was your previous handler and is believed that he is giving away important information about our companies and other traceurs currently working for us. Your job will make their lives easier."
"Sounds big, how much?" Roman inquired.
"Thirty thousand, we'll deliver half directly into your account and half later. We also have taken the liberty to provide you with a supply cache and a long range precision rifle to complete the mission."
"So, since I have to take him out from afar, that means you don't want me to be seen right?" Roman questioned, "what's security like?"
"Right. Security is extremely tight, and our scouts say that there are many other traceurs around; you can take him out quietly or wait for the security to be pulled away from the other traceurs."
"I'll head to the vantage point, I'll make my decision later."
"The point is near the central plaza, adjacent to the YamanoTech Building and the Hessler Corporation Complex."
"Wait- Hessler? Was that the guy that the guy we ran into before?" Roman questioned with a puzzled look, he had a weird feeling about this guy.
"Nathan Hessler, Senator, head of the Hessler Corporation, a private security firm -- also, provides a special task force for the CPF called the "Rangers" which was his father's military outfit. Major player, you don't want to be on his bad side."
"I know, I experienced it first hand. I'm on route. Out."
[I'm gonna move closer to you guys, since you guys post more -- also, developing some new characters to monkey around at while I'm bored]
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:17 pm
Jon recovered his breath, noticing that Monet had landed next to him on the roof. "Hey you." He said as he watched her leap to the next building. She seemed to land akwardly, and Jon saw a slight grimace on her face as she carried on. Catching up to her, Jon asked "Are you okay, I saw that last landing and you seemed a bit off afterwards."
Running along with her, Jon was struck by how graceful she semed in the air, her hair flowing around her as the streetlights and roof lights alternately lit her body.
The strobe like effect was giving Jon a headache so he looked away before he could fully develop one. She really is something special... he thought as they rushed along the rooftops.
"Guys! We have movement up ahead!" Tray called over the headset, "We have multiple bogies three roofs ahead of you. They look like standard CPF but they may have back up standing by. Watch yourselves!"
"What do you wanna do?" Jon asked Monet slowing down before he came into sight range of the CPF officers, "Think we should go around or o you wanna try n take 'em out?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:37 pm
x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
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"Hey," She said with a small smile, trying to seem alright as she continued on. When she heard his question, she side-glanced him a moment before she began to slow her pace and came to a halt. If they were about to hit CPF forces, it would be best if she pushed her shoulder correctly into place, unlike the bad job she had done so far to fix herself. Therefore, when she had come to a stop, she rolled her shoulder out and looked up at Jon. "Hold up a sec," she said before walking over to a building wall and pushing against it, her shoulder popping back in, her face wincing in pain as she let out a huff of breath and shook her head, her eyes tearing up a moment. Although she was a runner, she barely messed up, barely got hurt... And so when she did, although her body was conditioned... She could never truly get used to the pain.
As she walked back over to where she had left Jon, she looked up at him through her amethyst eyes... They glittered a bit mischievously, and danced a little on spot, her feet feeling light once more. What better way to make the pain go away than to mess around with a group of CPF forces. She leaned her weight to one side, tilting her head to look up at Jon. "I think I wanna play around with a few CPF bastards," she said, the hint of a laugh on her voice as she waited for Jon's reply to her suggestion. After all, CPF was fun to mess with... And although she preferred to do it with her sister, because she seemed to be more in tuned with her, she wondered how it would work with Jon...
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:59 pm
As Monet asked Jon to wait a minute, he looked around and saw that she had sat down and was grasping her arm. Slightly confused, Jon watched as she wrenched her shoulder back into its socket. The audible pop made Jon wince, he knew that pain himself having done the same thing during his days as a CPF SAT member.
"I think I wanna play around with a few CPF bastards," Monet replied to his earlier question about wether she wanted to go around or straight through them.
'Uh oh, Jon thought, 'Might not be a good idea to tell her that I was a member of the CPF SWAT...
As she stood and approached him, they locked eyes and Jon was entranced by her striking amethyst eyes. They seemed too pure, too innocent for the demeanour that this girl was displaying. 'Something terrible must have happened in her past.. Something that very nearly destroyed her...
Shaking himself mentally, Jon got back to thinking about the job ahead,
"What's your plan of attack then?" Jon asked, curious as to ow exactly she intended on taking them out, seeing as neither f them knew the amount of CPF they were about to deal with.
As if he had read Jons thoughts, Tray chirped up,
"By my estimate, there's about six of them on the roof. I can't see any support on the adjacent roofs so if you can take them out then you two should be okay."
Jon listened to the input from Tray as he pulled out his last cigarette and lit it. "Maybe you'll see some of your old friends Jon..." Tray laughed. As he did so, Jons stomach dropped, almost as quickly as the cigarette fell from his mouth, agap from Trays remark. Spinning on the spot, Jon looked at Monet and was lost for words as to what to tell Monet...
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 6:00 pm
Roman arrived at the central plaza, taking note of a trail of red flags that were tied to many objects in the area. The company he was working for liked to mark their objectives this way; however, Roman planned to use them as a wind gauge. Entering a nearby apartment complex, he found his cache sitting in a room facing south towards the YamanoTech building. His cache contained: a 9mm pistol, a satchel filled to about half with water, three syringes filled with morphine, binoculars and a large Barrett M82 anti-tank rifle. Taking the binoculars, he looked towards the target area, noticing CPF officers on top of the rooftops nearby, also along the eastern side, there were private security guards posted around the area. Those must be Hessler's men, I should avoid running into that area. "Isn't an M82 a bit much?" Roman asked, speaking quietly into his mic in case there was anyone nearby.
"We don't like to take chances, take him out with as much force as possible."
"What does he look like?"
"Good question. We have a photo of him next to the rifle with his current image as of an hour ago. We have confirmation that he will arrive at the YamanoTech building for a deal, our corporate spies made sure it was correct."
"Great. If I miss?"
"Go in for the kill, if you can, shoot him twice. We don't know how much information he knows."
"What about other traceurs, any in the area?"
"Scouts say there are three on route to the YamanoTech building. On a separate job, not sure if they are affliated, if possible we don't want to piss off the competition, so take him out after they finish their job. You're expendable on this mission. So don't screw up."
"That's harsh, but I guess I have no choice; what about my current package?"
"Leave it in the air vents on your way out if you miss."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 5:22 pm
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o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
"I like to play around a little," she said as she reached in her pocket and pulled out a pair of fingerless gloves, pulling them onto her hands. She then looked up to Jon, pulling out her buterfly knife, playing with it momentarily before hearing tray's remark. "Six of them, huh? Piece of cake..." she commented with a small chuckle before hearing the second comment Tray made. She looked back up at Jon in time to see the cigarette drop from his mouth and see him spin on spot, a guilty look on his face. At first she would have merely assumed that he had had a good amount of run ins with CPF forces, but seeing the emotion on his face, she knew what it meant. He had, at one point in his life, been a part of the CPF.
Looking away from him, she focused her eyes on the fallen cigarette and stepped up, picking it up and holding it in her fingers, rolling it around a little. She looked back up at him as she lifted the cigarette to her lips, taking a small drag. The nicotine rushed through her system and she exhaled before she noticed how close she was standing to him, bodies almost touching, a silence between them. She raised her arm, placing the cigarette in his open lips, stepping closer to him so her body was pressed to his."The CPF are scum. Your history with them is of no importance to me... You're just lucky you're my partner, or it would be a completely different story," she said, her eyes focused on him before she stepped away and took off on the building, butterfly knife in hand as she stepped off and onto the other building top, landing gracefully, not making a sound. She quickened her pace as she came to a slide, the knife moving expertly in her hands, swishing around as she slid through the CPF members standing beside her.
Moments later, their pants dropped to the ground and she was left standing with her back to them, her hair blowing elegantly in the wind. She turned her head to look at them, her body still not faced to them. She could hear them rustling about, trying to pull their bottoms up to grab their guns, and she smirked, pulling out her own pistol and one she had taken from the last CPF her sister and her had harrassed. "Hands up, boys," she warned as she watched all of them stop scrambling, save for one who continued. Aiming at him, she frowned playfully and shot a warning shot. "For government scum, you don't listen very well. Isn't it your job to follow orders?" she asked curiously as she waited for her partner, former CPF scum, Jon, to catch up to her actions.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 5:50 pm
Jon accepted the cigarette, gripping it with his lips, the sweet taste of Monets lips still on the butt. Following her across the gap, Jon watched as she disarmed the guards, embarassing them aswell.
"Nice work Monet, Tray hollered over the headset, " Might wanna KO them before they can call for back up. It won't be long before they realise you couldn't shoot them all before one of them managed to find cover and call in support..."
Jon heard Trays comment to Monet and decided to act, partly to prevent the men getting back up, partly to prove to Monet that he was no longer even affiliated with the CPF.
Stepping out of the shadows nearby to Monet, Jon reckognised one of the guards, the one who had had the warning shot fired at him.
He was one of the men that Jon had graduated from the CPF academy with. Walking over to him purposefully, Jon wrenched the man upright by his webbing and dragged him over to the edge of the building. Terrified the man cried;
"Jesus! What the hell are you doing?!" Ignoring the mans calls, Jon dragged him over to the building edge in that was in front of the guards but behind Monet.
"Watch!" Jon shouted to the rest of the guards, waiting until he knew they were all looking at him and continued, "This is what will happen if you ******** with us! We will not stand for any bullshit!"
His anger rising as he looked at the pathetic, weeping officer he held by the straps, Jon glared down at the man and manouvered the man into a position where he could easily be pushed off the edge of the building "I assume you've guessed what I'm going to do?" Jon whispered into the mans ear as they stood on the very precipice of the building together.
Hysterical now, the officer begged Jon to spare his life. "Please please, I have a family to go back to! I don't wanna... I... I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!" Sneering, Jon simply replied "You wouldn't do the same for me you worthless piece of scum...", And threw the man from the building with all his might...
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 7:19 pm
[This post is going to be a little long, introducing... a villain! woo!] "You idiots! How the hell did we lose one measly messenger!" Hessler screamed, slamming his fist on the desk, "he can't be that hard to find!" Hessler was growing irritated, his plans to gain more influence in the CPF were on hold till he could get his hands on some extremely incriminating evidence. He paced around the back of his office, in front of a giant panoramic view of the city with the neighboring YamanoTech building illuminating next to him. Bastards, I'll own you within a year! His office was made of marble, and brightly lit; war memorabilia decorated his walls, he prided himself as a war hero.
"I'm sorry sir, but we have found no information about him." one of his assistants piped up, a nervous crackle in his voice.
"That's not good enough!" Hessler yelled, slamming his fist into the face of his assistant. Wiping the blood off his hands, he had one of the guards take him out of the room. Inside the room, he always had his personal guards with him, along with three advisors whom were not allowed to sit while they were in front of Hessler; it was like he was running his own military.
"We did find some startling information about his involvement through the CCTV cameras that the CPF have set up."
"Oh? Don't disappoint, go ahead..."
"W-Well, we went through the archives over the past year, and he has been spotted over 2,119 times in the past year alone. Remember the November riots?"
"Ah yes, when Senator Preston died in the riot? Good riddance, one less person for me to compete against."
"Well, it seems that Preston wasn't just simply killed due to an accident. Somehow the videos were overlooked, we have videos of the man inciting propaganda in the slums during the week of the riots."
"So the man himself started the riot?"
"Not only that, we have footage of him killing Senator Preston, in plain sight of the video!"
"An assassination? Never would have thought, these rats usually scamper away in the face of danger. Surprising, how come no one has ever brought this up before?"
"The videos were disregarded as evidence, and locked up in an archive -- also, there are irregularities in the security detail, the day of the killing, there was no one posted on the cameras. We merely paid a few disgruntled employees and found all the videos ourselves, tucked away in an obscure location... in the CPF central headquarters."
"An inside job? Amazing, his profile must be locked up somewhere, he isn't simply a rat! He's a warmonger like me!"
"Y-yes.. Anyway, we have evidence that he has killed other influential politicians. Whoever the guy is, he's being backed by someone that has a lot of money. We're still going over all the archives that were locked away."
"Ahh! Let the games begin!" Hessler got sat down on his chair, spinning it towards his panoramic window. He brushed his mustache with his fingers and then took a sip of coffee. Opening up his day book, he noted a meeting in ten minutes. "By the way, who am I meeting with again? A...Andrew.."
"Alex Volken, sir. He was the one that gave us the information on our mysterious messenger this morning."
"Right. He may prove useful in our investigation."Meanwhile... Readying the rifle, he noticed the three traceurs take out some CPF guards on the rooftops. Keeping note that they were being silent of the CPF patrols around them, Hey... isn't that Monet? he thought, thinking back to this morning when they encountered each other when he was tailing Cam, already on a new job, huh? Looking down the sights, he saw Volken get out of a car and walk to the top of the stairs, Roman noted that he didn't look like he was interested in entering the YamanoTech building. "I have him in my sights, proceed?" Roman whispered into his microphone. "Negative. We want to find out who he's meeting up with, you're going to have to detail us, our spies can't get close to the plaza without being compromised." "Alright, I'll keep the crosshairs on his head" Roman joked, looking at the red flags to check if there was any wind change, "Wind... check, sights... check, temperature... check, good to go." "Great. Now don't screw up." "When do I ever screw up?" "Three times, all just this morning." "I'm just got off on the wrong side of my... uh, I guess you can call it a bed." "Radio silence till mission start." "Fine."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 11:40 am
Anthony ran forward, picking up speed, and reached the top of the gate that surrounded the CPF headquarters and laid his waist on the top. Anthony grabbed as low as he could reach on the gate and pulled himself over. He landed on his feet easily, simple gate vault, and walked inside. He headed to the front desk and picked up a folder that contained information on several traceurs that the CPF had trouble with earlier in the day, "Thanks Julie." he said, handing the secretary the folder and taking the pictures. He went back outside and pulled his pipe out of the baton-holder he kept it in and cracked his neck, "Here we go..." he muttered, cursing his job. If it wasn't for the money, he would quit, but the temptation was too great for someone who had to grow up with nothing.
Anthony gate vaulted the fence once more and ran towards a building. He went inside and ran up the stairs. Once on the roof, he jumped onto an air conditioning unit and took another look at the pictures. He groaned. Anthony either knew personally or professionally all of the traceurs, "If there's any way to make enemies, throwing your friends in jail has to be the worst." he muttered. He got a better grip on his weapon and ran toward the edge of the building, extremely glad the buildings were close together and jumped. He landed on the of a building and continued his building hopping for while and saw something through a window, "Traceur..." he muttered, looking at one of the pictures and reading the information. written on it, 'Roman - Alias. Real name unknown.' Putting the picture away, Anthony ran for the edge of the building he was on and jumped the roof of the building Roman was in. Doing some quick math, Anthony entered the building and went to the floor Roman was on and started kicking in doors. It would only be a matter of time before he found the traceur.
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