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"Yeah what ever.."Omar Ignored the old man because he knew nothing about him and Omar didn't know a thing about him either. Omar made his way back to the table and sat himself down.


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The moon was round and bright and it was dark outside, but the city lights were lit bright. For the past 2 hours a man sat squatted on top of a near by roof-top just about 200 hundred yards away from the Chinese restaurant. He was wearing a slim fitting black jump suit equip with a matching bullet proof vest that had a red demonic like hand as the insignia on the left side of the vest. He leaned in with a pair of small black binoculars, watching every move that everyone made in the restaurant. He was even listening onto there conversation through a small radio device planted in his ear. "Gyle.. to captain commander.."He said into the head set. "So did you find him?" "Yeah I did..he seems to be hanging around some of his friends..." "Hmm ok." "Also sir they have mentioned some important information regarding The Nephilim, supposedly one of the head council members of The Keepers.." The keepers have been a major thorn in my side, but no worries at all. Stay put for a while Gyle and keep watch and try to squeez out more information, also keep a watch on my little cousin for me. Understood?"I understand sir" Also one last thing, please stop being so formal, you've known me long enough to call me by my first name. "Yes sir.." "Ahh, see you did it again gyle, anyway over and out" Gyle push the button on the side of the headset to listen back into the conversation that was going on in the restaurant. He couldn't help but give a small but settled chuckle after that last bit with his boss.

Gyle was now siting cross legged in an Indian style position still watching and listening down on the group of people that occupied the restaurant. "hmp.."beaters"..."he said as he rolled his eyes

Marcus nodded, offering Mae his hand.
"Any help'd be appreciated. I mean... I'm not much use other than a bullet magnet and a paycheck for Kat and her's. I can still give them my funds, but giving them one less damsel in distress is prolly the most help I can offer."

Tyson caught Maya's nod and returned the motion with his own. His eyes then turned to Mae. She seemed to have a lot of trust in these people. He didn't doubt it was for good reason, but he was still skeptical of helping these people when he was still very much in the dark. Slowly, his eyes began to drift off towards where Mae's grandfather had gone off, but quickly altered there course else where. "So, what are my choirs again?" he asked her idly, acting like a scene hadn't just played out in front of them.

Tyson smirked at her little tag ending. "Have you ever seen wood sparkle?" he retorted playfully. He hopped she hadn't, because then that would ruin the surprise. When he cleaned up, he really cleaned house. Leave it cleaner than we found it was his motto. Besides, he was getting payed in food, which was all the more reason to do a better job. At least in his mind. The better the job, the more they'd toss at him. And he could eat.

Tyson grabbed the rag and went about his work. Sure enough, as the hours went by, the restaurant began to look bright and clean. Not that it wasn't before, but this was more of a like-new type of deal. Anything for some food. He wasn't going to lie, he was hungry again.