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"Great! I didn't even explain the offer and you're already accepting," Hessler's grim smile would make children have nightmares, "you'll take charge of the CPF Rangers, help me find out what I need to know, and get back the stuff I lost. Under the guise of the CPF, of course." He walked outside of the room, beckoning Quicksilver to follow behind, "of course, you'll be rewarded handsomely, money, power, a multi-million dollar villa, anything you want, you name it, you can have." Hessler's men lined up along the hallway, they didn't seem like mere police or security, it was like a full blown military outfit. "Men, welcome your new Captain," he thought to himself for a second, "Captain... well, whatever you want to be called." The crew saluted Quicksilver with a prompt 'Sir', some with jealousy; being offered a position in the Rangers usually took years, even decades to become a full-fledged member -- becoming a Captain in less than five minutes was an irregularity.

"Since you've preemptively accepted my offer, it doesn't sound too bad doesn't it?" Hessler joked, "use these men, and mentally destroy all the traceurs in the city. Use any method possible, chase them, torture them, I don't care -- just don't kill them. I want you to disguise yourself as a traceur, follow them, gain their trust and do whatever you can to get information from them." Hessler handed Quicksilver a bag, it was filled with wire taps and tracking devices. "Since you've already blown your cover with Roman, try not to be seen by him, he'll probably shoot first, then ask questions." Hessler walked down the hallway, three men followed behind him like they were his shadow, "dismissed."

[Alright, gotta go now]

Jon looked down into the darkness, the mans scream still echoeing in his ears. Turning as Monet stood next to him, he reached ut to take her hand but she was just out of reach. Jon sensed that she had intended it to be that way, deliberately placing herself out of reach to every one else to stop herself feeling anymore pain...
Turning towards her, Jon lit the first cigarette from his last packet and motioned that he was ready to set off again. The smoke filled his lungs as his breathing and heart rate increased once again, the nicotine coursing through his body and he concentrated on his running. The air brushed through Jons hair as he ran, the sensation of the air on his scalp helping to clear his head.
Catching sight of Monet slightly ahead of him, her beautiful figure and flowing violet hair catching the moonlight as she ducked, jumped, climbed and rolled along roofs just ahead of him 'Huh, forbbiden fruit... Jon thought, his head clear of the screaming man for now at least. It wasn't as if he hadn't taken lives before but before it had always been under orders, ergo easy to forget. This time it was different, more personal, more sinister...
"Safe house coming up, three buildings away if you guys need a stop..." Tray suggested over the mike, worried that he hadn't heard frm either Jon nor Monet in almost an hour.
"Lets stop for a quick bite and a rest." Jon called to Monet. He was getting a bit peckish and would welcome the chance to sit down without fear of CPF hounding him to death.

[I know this is bad form for the RP OWNER, but due to me not wanting to wade through posts, can I get a recap from about page five onwards, just so I can get an idea where everyone is so I can, you know, get back into my OWN RP.]

[I guess I should write something before I have to kick myself out of my own RP.]
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Cam walked along the streets. He had no reason to be fearful of the police at the moment...because although his description was well known, they couldn't do anything.
He hadn't done anything at the moment.
He had to pick up a bag from the vents in a nearby building, then take it to a safehouse downtown. Not too hard. He just had to find the bag.
Cam walked up to the apartment block, walking through the doors. The instructions told him to ring a certain Mr. Nguyen. He did so, and without any words being exchanged, he was buzzed through.
Shrugging, he walked inside and took a quick turn into the laundry room. He found an airconditioning unit open for repairs. No one was around, and he ducked inside, climbing through the vents until he found the bag hanging there. He took it and continued through the vents.
After a few minutes, he dropped out onto the rooftops, squinting into the sun. The sudden change was jarring, and his eyes burned. So he had to wait for a moment or he would risk missing a jump.

Cam ran on on the rooftops as soon as his eyes adjusted. He took the first jump easily enough, without a springboard, the buildings were rather close. He wasn't far from the downtown area, but he still had a good way to go.
He landed in a shoulder roll and kept going. Ahead of him, a building was under construction. Great.
That was like a playground for him.
He jumped off an air conditioning unit and grabbed the edge of a bundle of steel being used in the construction. He climbed onto it, then the crane, and ran across to the building.
Cam made his way quickly through that one before climbing up a pipe onto the next roof. He slowed down for a moment, looking around. No building nearby. s**t.
He went through the door leading to the inside of the building, heading down the stairs.

[That safehouse is on ground level, correct?]

[Ah, I'll find it on my next post. I may disappear for a bit to play some L4D, so don't get too far ahead while I'm gone. I JUST got back lol.]

Cam pushed the next door open, arriving on a fire escape. He continued on, jumping across the small alley to the next one, then up onto the top floor. A line of balconies ran along the edge of the building, so he just jumped between them.
He looked into a window after a moment, and continued on. Then he stopped, and turned around, jumping back to that balcony. He recognized the girl standing in the room. He tapped on the glass to get their attention.
"Hi." he said loud enough for them to hear.