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Leaning against a pole, the elf sighed as he watched the freshmen walk to class. His coat blew softly in the wind, as the sirens rang in the distance, where the Knights of the Round had just cleaned up another mess, and created their own. The lone gunman waited, as he always did, by this pole, and watched the time filter by. His needs were in that building, his wants sitting in desks, he must haves learning about basic or advanced calculas. High school graduates, the best looking and tasting girls in the universe...

The same crowd had gathered about now, as the final bell was about to ring. The perverts and the clowns gathered here every school day at this time, hopping to meet the 'one' just for him... Or her. There were a few women kicking about too.

Linkus pulled out his gun, as he always did, in broad dayling, and flung it about his finger, with the safty suposidly on, but as always, a stray shot fired at the ground beneth Linkus, causing a big panic.

The perverts and clowns stared methodically at the gunman, who merely smiled and said "Oops." And watched as they began to crowd around him in a tight circle, as they always did. Then, it happened. The fists flew and the lone gunman was burried underneath a berrage of fists and feet. Within moments of the beating, the bell for the school rang, and the men returned to their spots searching for a lone school girl to come wondering out.

The gathered man crisis, as it was called by the school, had initialled a special training program for the students of Lady Sakura High, which meant that no one girl was allowed to leave the property by herself, and groups had to consist of five or more to be allowed exit. This bothered most of the students, as they believed the men to be harmless old beggers. But, adults had a funny way of viewing these things, and began to ritualize the exit procedures.

The men of course, grumbled and growned, as none of them would dare approach more than one of the graduates, or younger students, while they were accompanied by their peers. Alone, they were vulnerable, but in a group, they were callous.

Linkus picked himslef up, and dusted off the bruises and other minor injuries that he would be feeling later. He sighed and decided that today was not going to be the day to meet the one girl for him.

Baring the wrath of several big men was not an enjoyable way to spend the afternoon, especially when one was thinking about young beautiful teenage vigins... Linkus had to whipe his nose after those thoughts, and continued to walk down the road, feeling much like he did every day when he had nothing better to do.

Time to waste some cash, and what better way to do that then to bid on a few races, or...

The long halls of the brothel extended beyond Linkus' sight, and he understood why such places were so well concealed. They had little to offer in the ways of defense to the police, who seemed vaguely absent from Linkus' life as of late. AP and APST were always trying to convict him of some random murder or like, but that was only because they were jealous of his ability to shoot the wings off a fly at four hundred yards... Albeit, after missing all of the real targets.

The day was going to be nice, or so he thought...

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Linkus was window shopping when it happened. The woman who was on his left pulled out a dagger from... somewhere... and stabed the man who was attempting to buy her. Normally, this type of thing would catch a person off guard, but Linkus was well aware of the various types of underlines within this almost ecliptical society.

She was probably one of the numerous, but rare, ninjas that hid themselves in places like this to make certain assassinations or to find out what the other various ninja clans are up too. She was slender, and holding a small melee weapon which caused Linkus to assume that she was a member of the Masamune Clan, who used such tactics regularly to eliminate rival ninja clans, but something seemed off.

Masamune were told to be rather devilish, this was plain murder. Simple. Too Simple.

By the point all this went through Linkus' mind, the young woman had pulled out as second dagger and was striking it into the man standing next to the first man killed. She turned her attention to the next closest person, which luck would have it, was Linkus. She thrusted her first dagger at him, the blood from her first victim splashing out of his body like a fountain of red water, covering the mostly naked woman with a soft red glow.

The dagger slipped past Linkus' face, drawing a thin red cut there. "I think you missed." The woman simply screamd and pulled the other dagger out of the second victim who similarly burst into a fountain of flowing red liquid. That dagger cut across Linkus' red coat, and drove the young elf backwards. The elf fell onto his rear, and looked up at the woman and smiled, as his leg was pointed at her. He pulled the trigger and shot the first dagger out of her hand, then quickly drew out the hand gun as he tumbled away from her. She sliced across his throat, and nearly claimed his life, but he was too quick for her, or so he thought. He slipped on the blood that had pooled at his feet, and fell onto his back, and up against a wall. "I guess you wouldn't want to put that away and come with me peacefully?"

The response was a single dagger thrust downwards, which caused the offbalanced gun slinger to ackwardly dive over his own body to avoid the blow. He responded by firing another single shot at the weapon, breaking the blade from the hilt.

"I am sure you can get away from this with jsut a few years in prison, or maybe you can-" The woman continued her haphazard attacks...

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Linkus dodged each attack rather efficiently, until he was once again able to climb to his feet. He aimed his gun at the attacker and contemplated killing the hostile girl, but that would be murder, even if in self defense. The gunner twirled the gun around his finger, and managed to knock the woman in the head as the hilt swung upwards, jarring the poor thing just enough so Linkus could replace the gun on his hip and smack nice and hard in the upper abdomin, which caused her to swoon.

Within minutes, the crowd that had gathered to watch the specktle became disenfranchised with the victor, and quickly began to disperse before the APs could show up. Perhaps the crowd was less than noble or perhaps they would rather just avoid being harrassed by the cops.

After the crowd had thinned, two men wearing the police uniforms walked in, showing off badges. Within ten minutes, Linkus was sitting in the backseat of an armoured car, looking at his weapons longingly through the glass.

The car shifted threw the traffic, moving at a pace sutiable for their mission and target location, the little elf bounce haphazardly across the back seat, wonder how he was going to get out of this situation. He had been in the back seat of cop cruisers before, but this situation seemed strange.

They took his guns, and left the prostitute on the ground where Linkus had felled her, then arrested him instead of her who quite honestly just murderd two men, in what seemed to be a fit of rage.

Not before long, Linkus was sitting before a panel of judges, with a single light illuminating him in the centre of anotherwise completely dark room. THe elf scanned about, and whistled, trying to show a calm when deep down he was panicing.

"Good Job, Gunner." The leader of the panel said after a long dark moment, his haughty voice echoed deep within Linkus' breast.

"What?" Replied the elf, rather confused by this. Was that a test?

"You have passed the test."

Test, it was a test, and he passed, but how did that work? Was that woman attacking random perverts at random intervals looking for people who could beat her up so the police could recruit them? "What?"

"You see, we need a mercanary like you right now, to take care of a few sour apples within our wonderful metropolis. You, have no record, you have no ties, you are a rogue from a distant land. YOu are perfect for the job."

The elf's jaw dropped. Most of that was a lie. But, get out of jail free was good. "Soo... what do you want from me?"

"To bring down a few criminals of ill-repute that we cannot touch due to regulations and laywers." The judge seemed to smile evily behind the vale of darkness, "You elf, are able to go around these thigns."

"But..."

"Don' you worry about a thing, we can rebuild your face as many times as we need to until you finish this task. Then, you are free."

"But-"

"Now, you are to go back to the slums where we found you and take out this person. You will recieve more images when you complete this mission. Godspeed, and my the Light be with you."

"But-"

"We have no time to answer questions, just do as we say or we'll have you killed."

"Huh?"

"Escort him out of here."

"But-"

"Come with us sir." The two officers from before took Linkus by the arms, and escorted him out of the room. He was still confused when he was dumped with his weapons on a street corner a small distance from where he was taken captive.

"But-" The officers of the law closed the doors, and left him on the corner wondering where he was and why he was here, and somewhat unwilling to look at the image he now held in his hand, which he quickly pocketed. "Damn it." He said as he kicked a can, and walked towards the nearest food joint for a bit to eat.

"The Light loves me. ANd yes, you did see me taken away by a cruiser. They said I was innocent, and let me go with a warning." Mostly or partially the truth. "Sorry for bumpin-" Linkus' eyes light up as he scanned her form, it was a her and she was roughly his equivelent age. "You."

Linkus shrugged to the comment, "Well, they might, but I wouldn't want to be interogated by one of their psykers. Keep a clean step, young lady." The elf turned towards the established food court.