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[Uh, I'm not near the CPF headquarters, and I'm in the building, not on the building.]

"s**t I must've been tipped off," Roman heard noises nearby, taking his sidearm in his left hand. He was still waiting for the meeting, aiming the rifle down across the plaza. Noticing a change in the security movement outside, he saw a man walk up the wide staircase in front of the YamanoTech building. "Grey hair, glasses, medium build, and in his fifties," Roman whispered into his microphone. There was no response from the handler, hearing quiet whispering in the background. Still looking down the sights, the man turned to face towards the plaza, looking around inconspicuously. Roman remembered the face, his eyes weren't something that he'd forget. "It's Hessler!"
"What?" a voice replied in the background noise.
"It's Hessler, I'm one-hundred percent sure!"
"Top priority, take out Alex Volken, NOW!" the female voice suddenly barked, "do not harm Hessler, we don't want a power struggle to start now."
"Roger. What about the other traceurs?" Roman questioned, "if I fire, then I'll startle the bees nest and there are some pretty heavily armed men out there."
"Ignore them. Just kill Volken, we don't want him to speak. We'll plot an escape route for you."

Placing a .50 calibur round into the rifle, he kept a second round next to his knee. Aiming down the sights, Roman fired the bullet aiming for the head of Volken. Quickly pulling the bolt of the rifle, he placed a second round into the chamber -- aiming at Volken's abdomen area and fired before the first bullet had even reached the halfway mark of his trajectory. Quickly spinning around, he aimed his pistol towards the doorway of the room, pacing slightly at an angle to avoid a rush.

Walking up the staircase, Hessler had an odd feeling about his meeting, he signaled his men to be on high alert -- looking around the plaza for any obvious ambush locations. Looking at the man in front of him, Alex Volken, he walked closer to him immediately sensing danger, as if he was being watched from afar -- dodging behind a nearby stone divider. Two high-calibur bullets smashed into Volken, tearing him into a pile of disfigured flesh on the top of the staircase with two distinct gunfire sounds echoing throughout the area. "Naughty, naughty, little boy" Hessler joked, "playing the cat and mouse game now? Too bad its my turn to be the cat!" His men immediately stormed towards the central plaza, as if they were already ordered to do so.

One of his advisors began picking through the remains of Volken, picking up a small discreet piece of paper. "Sir look what we found," the advisor gestured to Hessler, handing him the piece of paper. "Ray Manners," Hessler read out loud, "a.k.a. Roman." A cynical look appeared on his face, Hessler knew what he needed to know now. "Quickly, find all the information you can about him."

"No, you're not just a traceur," Roman replied, aiming the gun at Quicksilver, "a traceur wouldn't go kicking in doors like a cop." Roman laughed slightly, "you must be thinking on how to get close to me." Taking a step closer to the room, counting his steps in his head. "But hand-to-hand combat is my forte, seeing as we're both traceurs, you must know a martial art -- meaning we're at a stand still." Backing up slightly, he listened to the noises in the background, "but I'll tell you why I didn't run, its cause in a matter of seconds, heavily armed men will come crashing in... and they aren't cops. Enjoy your murder charges." Roman turned around, firing two bullets at Quicksilver, and jumped out of the window in front of him, the seven story drop would be easy land. Rolling on his shoulder, he felt a slight pain, but he knew he had to keep going, the security detail wouldn't stop looking for traceurs just because they found a guy and a rifle in a room.

Hessler's men rushed through all the floors of the building, shooting through all the doors on the way up and down the building. Arriving on the seventh floor of the building, Hessler's men pointed their guns at Quicksilver's back, "Hold it right there!" said the armed guard in the lead. Crashing through the window, more guards rappelled into the room. "Silver hair, medium build," the guard yelled into his intercom, waiting for a reply.

Anthony turned around and flashed his CPF badge, "CPF Special Agent. I was following a lead on a group of traceurs. Now, gentlemen, if you want to question me, talk to my boss at CPF headquarters. I have a criminal to capture." he said, turning to follow Roman out the window. A big man pushed him back, "What are you doing? I am a CPF officer! You can't stop me from chasing a deadly criminal! I have half a mind to take you in-" he stopped short as the man aimed his gun at Anthony's head. Anthony glared at the smirking man.

"If we fought. One on one, no weapons, guns or otherwise, I would rip your ignorant head off." he said darkly. Anthony saw the man swing the butt of his gun around to hit Anthony in the gut. The smaller man quickly sidestepped the blow and smashed the man in the head, knees and ribs with the metal pipe he carried, "Don't mess with me!" he shouted at the large man on the ground. Anthony became aware that the others were aiming at him for a distance. They were scared of what he could do up close, so they hid behind their guns, "So who's running this party?"

"I am," smirked Hessler, entering the room behind his incompetent subordinates, "you can call me Hessler." Looking at all of the men in the room, now twiddling their thumbs trying to escape, while pretending to be useful, "Disperse, its the wrong guy, no pay raises for any of you." The men left the room as quick as possible, it had been a bad day for Hessler, and it would mean pay cuts. "Now then," Hessler chided the silver haired man in the room, staring at him with his dead eyes, "you sprung my trap a little early, so you're going to tell me what happened here."

"On the contrary, you don't need to bring him in, he's my prey" Hessler joked, "you're a regular in the CPF, I'm sure you've heard of the Rangers, haven't you?" He walked towards the window, looking down towards the street, "he won't kill anyone else, unless he's ordered to. Now who's giving those orders, I want to find out -- among other things, he's also carrying something that belongs to me. So, we want him alive until we can find out who he's working for." Turning towards Quicksilver he held out his hand, "you seem like a capable man, I'd like to give you an offer, if you're interested in hearing it."