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 Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 10:08 pm
Casually walking by, Jasie gazed upwards at the sky-scraper.
Whistling in a low pitch at the height, she wondered how many people have falling to their death... and for what? Money, finanical escape... large firms and companies are what suck the lives out of good people. Yet this building wasn't of the norm, it was more on the shady side than anything else.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 10:17 am
Jasie thought she saw someone on top of the skyscraper, but ignored the feeling that she should investigate. She had a feeling whoever it was needed time to themselves, so she pressed forwards.
(Exit's)
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:39 am
Within a specialized series of penthouses a white figure gazed out at the glimmering city. He leaned gracefully upon his crystal blade as the wheels of his mind turned over and over in a never ending cycle.
"Sir. Preparations are complete." came a voice from behind the man. The room was filled with with at least fifty of the most highly trained Spec-Ops in the world. Most had been recruited directly from the Russian Spetsnaz though there were still some from the British SAS and the United States Marine Recon. All had once been in compition but this first strike team had been united under one man.
"Wonderful." the musical voice of the pale man came as he turned around. "Then shall we be off?" Whirling around he headed for the door.
"You needed come with us sir." One of the new marines stated. "We can take care of the situation and report back to you within the hour." Several of the other soldiers tensed at the situation but regained composure as professionals do.
"But that's not they way I do things." I'zale said with that same cold smile that could chill even the Russians who were trained in brutality and blood. "I lead the front line. It keeps me in excellent shape."
The young man swallowed as he watched their employer who looked even younger than him. What had he gotten into?
"You have come under the employ of a great man and soldier." One of the older Russians drawled as he came up next to the boy. "Be honored to lay down your life for him."
"But if he is injured or killed..." the new mercenary tried to explain.
"He will not." The Russian stated bluntly. "I once lead possibly the greatest team of soldiers The Motherland had seen to produce. During a covert mission we came across a legion of beasts led by that man. He single handedly slaughtered all of my men without being touched." The Russian smiled. "I seriously doubt that he has need of us at all. And yet he keeps us with him. I am honored that he has given me my second life and would give it to him in an instant. Remember that."
Following their leader the team left to hide within the city.
((exit with the team))
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 12:49 am
They were all there. Men and master. A great enjoyment there was in victory absolute.
I'zale was once more staring out at the glittering lights of the city as the world revolved around him. Even though the world was in a constant motion to match his mind his body remained still. It had always seemed that way to him at least.
"Sir...."
The voice was really no more than a long distance echo.
"Sir?..."
He blinked finally and returned to what was now. "Yes Maksim. What is it?"
"Is it wise to remain here sir? The other species will surely find us at this rate."
The white wolf actually sighed, his breath frosting against the window. "It's fine Maksim. They would find us eventually. In fact that is my desire. Now please, go celebrate with your men. Russian soldiers and good vodka are in competition with the British and American drinking contests after all. You have my permission to show them up."
The soldier saluted his leader before heading off to join the rest of the Ex-Spetsnaz.
I'zale continued to stare out the window at the city.
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