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After the whole thing of waking up i pain, and the point of almost dying, it was time to go and relax. I had no money, but maybe I could get some water and talk to some people. I walk uinto a strange bar, and find the bar. I just lay my head down, and unfortunately, something wet met my head. Growling I wipe it off and then look skyward.

I look at it. "Thanks. And you don't know. I don't want to lay my life story on you, but here it goes. I am no longer me." I say blandly. The truth. I was no longer me. I take a sip, and then sigh heavily.

I sigh. "Yeah, I am the one who shot at another guy." Who didn't die for some reason. I add in my head. "I can't be blamed either. He looks like he could be my twin. Of course, he isn't even human." I chug the beer and then let my chin fall to the counter. "I wish I could do something. But He is... good. I have been keeping dibs on him, but he keeps, disappearing."

"I doubt it. He is, a spy. And his company, big firm. He has, people working for him. No use getting yourself in harms way, or becoming a target..." I sigh again. "I just need help getting him into a corner. I have impersonated him enough times to get into his office, poke around. But this Vincent Wolfgang, he is some kind of maniacal genius."

I look at her quizzically. "I am Jacques Huntington. I was a mall cop before Vincent came and screwed that all up. Now, I have crimes I have commited that I don't even know about. What the hell is Contemptuous Thieving? I can't get hired any where!" I sigh again. "I just want him to fight me, hand to hand. I would show him how its done." I stand up, and take a bar stool, and then line it with jackets from the front entrance. I beat on it, throwing punches, kicks, anything I had in my arsenal. Brazilian, Russian, Chinese, even some African moves. I undo all the coats and hang them back up, and place the somewhat dented stool back. I sit and slump again. "But he always has this big sword. He almost killed me last time."

I breath wonderment, but then shake myself out of it. I look over them and then see a pair of knuckles. I go to them. They looked gold, but when in my hand, they were light, and durable. I hold both of them, one in each hand. They had spikes, small, but still big enough to do some serious damage in the right place. I swing them in the air I then look at her. "I will take these. And perhaps this." I grab a silenced pistol, bigger than the one I usually carried, but not too much bigger, and had a bigger slug, a .45 caliber. "Now, I thank your generosity." I swing my hands again, this time accidentally hitting the wall and putting a slight dent in it. These walls were tough...

I look at her. "I will give these back when I get done." I set out with a determined face. Once in front of Wolfgang Security, I breath normally. Two Hundred or so floors of obstacles. This should be fun. I go in. I look at the security guards. They draw their weapons. Already knew I was coming. I pull my gun, and with a little aiming I blast them. I jump behind a desk as some more guards come, with slightly better weapons. Avoiding gun fire, my hands ready with the knucklers, I jump on one. Screaming, he tries to put the gun between us, but it being too big, he can't. I pound his stomach, and blood spurting forth, he goes unconscious. I jump off of him, and then too another. I kick his head, and his neck snaps. One dead, I would try not to have that happen. The building's alarm goes off, and I hold my position, stuck behind a desk. "Damn..." I grab pone of the guards weapons, and spring out, shooting my way to another guard's gun. I reload and then jump out again. I only had another twenty feet to that elevator, or the stairs. Stairs would be safer. I sigh. My life, so close to regaining it. All I had to do, was get there. I get to the stairs, after taking the path with least resistance, but still enough cover to avoid getting hit. Inside, I jam the door closed, and start my climb. One floor down...