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1314 leaned aganst the wall. It was late, and he felt safe enough to light a match. He slowly brought the cigarette to his lips. My only luxury. He sighed. Suddenly, a poster caught his eye.

Wanted! 1314
*A blurry picture of a man whose face is covered in bandages, with glowing red eyes. 1314 relizezes it is a younger picture of himself.*

Wanted for Disturbing the peace, Murder, Manslaughter, treason, theft, arson.

Warning! Do not approach this man without caution! He is armed and highly dangerous! Even if unarmed, he can still kill, and does so without thought!.

Reward: 15 Billion Tiosles (6 Billion USD)
*A picture of the administrator of internal defence*


1314 slowly took the cigarette from his mouth. "Goddamnit..." He muttered. He ripped off the poster quickly and crumpled it up before setting it on fire.


"Freeze!" He saw several officers rush towards him. Without a word, he drew his pistol and shot each of them in the head once, and without mercy. He heard sirens in the distance. "Aw, shit" 1314 quickly started to run. he hated nights like these...

OOC: Feel free to play any bounty-hunter, professional or otherwise. Watch out, because 1314 has more then an arsenal of powerful weapons. (Read- He's telekinetic)

It was a dark, but not overly stormy, night. A thin drizzle of rain beat a steady tempo on the roof of the cargo container, dripping down the corrugated metal sides.
Something impacted on the containers door. There was a pause. If somebody had been brave enough at this point to press their ear against the cargo containers door, they might have caught a buzzing conversation, followed by a mechanical whining sound.
Another pause.
Then a piercing screech, followed by the sound of metal being torn into bits as a pair of doors flew across the narrow isle and into the rear of another container.
A single, glowing, red circle was visible within the container. A few seconds later it was revealed that it belonged, in fact, to a white spheroid on a set of three spider-like legs, which clattered out of the container, peering almost nervously around the corners.
Apparently overcoming its nervousness, it ventured a tenative, "Hello? Who's there?"
There was no response.
Rotating its 'eye' to face the container, another burst of high-pitched gibberish could, just, be heard. Several other, similar, machines appeared, followed by something that looked like a fax machine on steroids and, somewhat incongrously, a man who appeared to be roughly in his fourties, wearing a somewhat cheap and worn looking business suit. He adjusted his tie.
"Confirmation of mission orders. We are to aprehend subject '1314' and determine his condition, and assess his value." He spoke in a language no human could possibly mimic, or, indeed, understand. And his mouth didnt move when he spoke. He did blink, occasionally, but not nearly as often as he should have. "Subject '1314' is currently believed to be located in this state. We will locate and subdue. Proceede."
The sphereoids scuttled off, vanishing into the cargo containers, while the fax machine trundled along behind the man. The information provided had indicated that there was a population center close by. The search would start there.

1314 looked around. He could hear something. A conversation maybe? He looked closely at a certain cargo container. He decided to take a closer look. The rain beating heavily upon him, he made his way to the container's door. He slowly and silently picked the lock, and looked inside...

Nothing. Must have been his imagination. After a thourough search, he walked outside, back into the rain. Tonight would be a long night for him...

Footsteps splashing through puddles echoed off the buildings. Underneath an awning, sheltered only slightly from the rain, David Curtis (http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff257/narutos1andonlygirlfriend/Leon_Kennedy.jpg) looked casually in their direction. He pulled his pistol (http://www.sigsauer.com/Products/ShowCatalogProductDetails.aspx?categoryid=9&productid=72) from his concealed holster, checking the clip before snapping it back in, testing the laser sight, and holstering it. He stepped out into the rain reluctantly; it had rained enough where he'd come from, and he had certainly had his fill of it. David wasn't so reluctant, however, to forget the 6 billion bounty. Physical attributes aside, he didn't think the mark would be too hard; red eyes and a bandaged face kinda stood out. Peeking around a corner, David continued, keeping his ear to the sound of the steps...

ooc: hi, CM, i've seen you around the General forums.

1314 continued to walk forward, desperatly trying to light a cigarette. "Damned rain..." he muttered quietly. He walked briskly, not wishing to be caught by any officers tonight, he'd had enough trouble for one day. He quickly turned a corner.

"SHIT!" He almost yelled when he saw a tall man with a pistol holster. PLEASE be just a civilian. He thought, quickly taking out his pistol and starting to back away, hoping the rain would provide cover enough to get away.

OCC: Hiya. I like what you used for the picture of the guy :p.

Aww, crap David cursed silently as the form backed into the darkness. Meeting this guy in a dark alleyway was not the scenario he had envisioned, but if that's what was necessary...

He drew his pistol, deciding not to activate the laser sight. It was a useful tool, but like tracers, it worked both ways. He pulled out a PDA, noting the alleyways in the map he had stored within it. Edging back around, David moved to the side, taking an alternate route through another alley. From a holster in his jacket, he pulled out a cylindrical object, a flash grenade. Once he was in position, he pulled the pin and rolled it around the corner, bracing for the encounter. The grenade went off, and David sprinted forward, his pistol leveled.

ooc: thanks. it's my favorite game of the franchise ^_^

1314 frowned and ran after the man. After finally starting to catch up to him, he saw the man drop a flash grenade. 1314 took the whole flash without blinking, and flipped the man over with a flick of his wrist. "My eyes aren't red just for show." He drew his combat knife and backed up a little.

OOC: I like it, but the others were creepier.

David leveled his pistol.

"I can see that," he answered, getting to his feet. "Now why don't you come quietly?"

ooc: i've played them all, and i love the control system for RE:4

1314 grinned as he used his telekinis to drop the clip out of the pistol. "Two reasons." He said, smiling. "One, When I go out, I want go out with a bang." At this, he kickedthe clip upwards and grabbed it. "Two, you don't have the slighest idea about who you're fighting." At this he crushed the clip in his hand.

OOC: I like the camara on the others better. It's very claustrophobic. Espicially the first one, after that it kind of went downhill.

"Forgot something," David said, firing the round that was in the chamber. He reached into his jacket and loosed a pair of throwing knives towards his target.

1314 took the bullet to the chest and dropped to one knee as the knives flew past him. "Hmph. I've survived worse." He got back up, and casually tossed his knife to David, as if giving it to a friend. Of course, looks can be deciving...

David circled around, any gift from an enemy was to be avoided like the plague. He pulled out his combat knife (http://www.travelcountry.com/shop/crkt/m16-knives/crkt-m16-14zsf-special-forces-knife.html) and feining a slash as he backed away.

"I can see that," David responded.

1314 sighed as the knife began to reform into a goo and come back towards him. he kneeled down to allow it back into his hand, and watched as it disappeared beneath his skin. "Lead works just as well as Nanites." He pulled out the rifle he had slung over his back, and raised it up towards David. "If you stand still, I can guarentee this will be painless."

"When at first you don't succeed," David said, backing away, "Live to fight another day!"

With that, he dropped a canister on the ground. It burst into a cloud of dispersing vapor, microscopic granules that disrupted electronic sensors as well as radar and regular vision. The rain dissipated the cloud quickly, but by the time it had cleared, David was already gone.

ooc: sorry, but if i stayed still, this would be a short rp :P

David Curtis (http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff257/narutos1andonlygirlfriend/Leon_Kennedy.jpg)

OOC he look lot better in RE4, which why i use him too, but i use a headshot of him
oh sorry CM don't have a bounty-hunter person

OOC: True :p

1314 dropped to the ground as his nanites went wild. He had programmed them espicially to resist EMP blasts, but this wasn't an EMP. The nanites attacked anything they could get their hands on, including 1314's already weak heart. 1314 dropped to the ground, his vision blurring, going from completly black to blurry, and then back. He slowly, and with great effort, dragged himself back away from vapor. His breathing came only with great efort. As he gasped for air, he could feel the nanites stop. He waited aganst a wall for a little until his breathing came back to normal. "Goddamn... Nanites..." He gasped quietly to himself. He noticed that the rain had slowed to a light sprinkle, and he took out a cigarette. Number seven. He thought as he lit it up. He slowly rose to his feet and ventured through the alleyways, upsetting cats and mice everywhere he went. "If it's a game of hide and seek you want," 1314 shouted. "Then let's turn it into search and destroy!"

OOC he look lot better in RE4, which why i use him too, but i use a headshot of him
oh sorry CM don't have a bounty-hunter person
OOC:Maybe now's a good time to start one?;)

David didn't have time to rest. After reaching the rooftop, he sprinted across, leaping to the next building, and the building after that. Once he was several blocks away, he broke a window and entered a deserted apartment. He felt sorry for whomever the tenet was, but he dropped to the ground and assessed the situation. Before going any further, he uploaded his PDA recorder information. In a few minutes, he recieved a call.

"David, we had a bird over your encounter," the male voice of his handler reported. "We have some interesting information. The dispersement vapor you used seems to have affected the subject adversely. We recommend using it the next round."

"Got it," David answered, loading another clip of .357 rounds into his pistol. "Anything else?"

"We're sending a shipment of VX rounds. The nanites work in the same way as the vapor, but it might be harder to get a shot, considering the last time...we'll send a rifle with a telescopic sight."

"Thanks," David said off-handedly. "I guess I'll be on my way..."

He unlatched the door and let himself out, descending the steps as if he lived in the building his whole life. As he walked down the street, he saw a picture of the mark. Motherf...

1314 leaned over from a corner. He quickly assembled his coil rifle, and silently brought it up to line up with David's head. "Any last words?" 1314 shouted before pulling the trigger...

1314 leaned over from a corner. He quickly assembled his coil rifle, and silently brought it up to line up with David's head. "Any last words?" 1314 shouted before pulling the trigger...

David ducked as the gun fired, but he couldn't dodge it completely. The slug caught him in a glancing blow and knocked out part of the building behind him. Without the VX ammo yet, there was no way he was ready for a conflict, especially with his injury. He cradled his right eye, blood and bio-mimetic fluid mixing as it ran down his face. Dammit, injured already... he muttered, ducking back into the building. He darted into the service stairwell, making for the basement. Once inside, he blew a hole in a support wall, making for the sewer system. Trudging for what seemed like hours, he followed his PDA through a maze of tunnels and passageways, making for the surface only after he was sure he had lost the mark. Seems the tables have been turned a bit David admonished himself. He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and ducked into a bar, making for the restroom.

As he examined his injury, David cursed himself for his non-chalance. Of course his limited bionics would only help a little, and his wound was proof. Without enhanced speed and a stronger braincase, his neurons would be decorating a rainy street right now. He put on a pair of glasses after cleaning the wound, leaving only a bit of scar showing. From behind the lense, a blue dot was still clearly visible from his socket. That's gonna cost me...

ooc: sorry for not mentioning it, but i had envisioned him to be somewhat enhanced. i can say it all now or just reveal it...usually i just reveal it.

OOC: It's okay. I haven't revealed everything about 1314 yet either ;)

1314 calmly followed David cautiously, dogging him at every turn. Never give up a target. He slowly made his way to the door of the bar, and stopped. Someone would reconize him if he went in there. 1314 walked in pistol drawn. "Nobdy moves, and nobody gets hurt! I just need to use the bathroom!" He smiled as he opened the door to the restroom...

OOC: 1314 is so well-known, he HAS to do that whenever he enters a public place.

David had heard the announcement and ducked into the stall. As soon as he saw the mark enter through the door, he lobbed another disperse grenade at him. He nodded in satisfaction as it burst against his chest, leaping through a window into the alleyway. He picked up his PDA and dialed.

"Mr. Wizard, get me the Hell outta here right now!" he shouted into the reciever.

"We have a company chopper en route. It will be on station in one hour," his Handler answered.

"I don't gotta hour."

"It's coordinates will be displayed on your PDA, out."

OOC: someone's been watching the matrix :p

1314 felt the nanites start to turn on him again. He writhed in pain, unable to escape from the particles in such a closed area. He feebly grasped at the window, trying to open it to escape. Then, the nanites suddenly returned to normal, and began to repair the wounds they created. 1314 lay on the floor, unwilling to move, struggling to breath. He waited there for a few mintes, then took out another cigarette. Number eight. He thought grimly as he lit it up, ignoring the sirens in the distance.

ooc: sorry, it just popped into my head...

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Sirens. Finally... David cursed as he slowed to a walk, ducking behind a building as they passed. He opened his PDA again and checked his position, following it to the helicopter. It better not be late, he growled under his breath, moving quickly to the rendezvous.

OOC: I never said it was bad, I just noticed it.

1314 slowly opened the window and dropped to the ground below. The cigarette produced a faint glow in the pitch-black darkness of the twisted alleyways. He moved through them, sensing where David was. Coming up from behind he put a gun to David's head. "If you want to live, you only have to do two things: Tell me why you want to kill me so badly without knowing the full story, and beg for your life. If you want to make this painless, only do the former." He growled vicously.

ooc: wow, u make it seem like i only moved a couple of steps...

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"I was told to bring you in unspoiled if I could," David answered, "You just seemed a bit resistant to that idea...and I've lived a life of pain, so I don't give a damn, 'cause I ain't never begged for a thing in my life," David said as he turned to face his mark. His hands lifted in defeat as he took off his glasses, revealing his eye. "I think I gotta good idea why their after you, though..."

OOC: 1314's practicly superhuman. His senses are bordering on a dogs.

1314 gave a cynical scoff. "You really think they're telling you the truth? the only reason they want me is to cover up the truth. The experiments, including me, they don't want any of it to get out. They want to restrict the truth about who I really am, how I became the hollow shell I am now." His pistol started to shake. "Nothing I've done has been without reason. I am not some pyscho like they claim." Even through the light drizzle 1314's teeth could be heard grinding aganst each other in pain and anger. "And then they have to send some Goddamn bounty hunter to do their dirty work. Well you know what?I'm going to give you what you've agreed to. A painless death." 1314 Put the gun a little closer to David's head. Go into the alleyway. I don't fancy lugging your body around."

OOC: 1314's practicly superhuman. His senses are bordering on a dogs.

1314 gave a cynical scoff. "You really think they're telling you the truth? the only reason they want me is to cover up the truth. The experiments, including me, they don't want any of it to get out. They want to restrict the truth about who I really am, how I became the hollow shell I am now." His pistol started to shake. "Nothing I've done has been without reason. I am not some pyscho like they claim." Even through the light drizzle 1314's teeth could be heard grinding aganst each other in pain and anger. "And then they have to send some Goddamn bounty hunter to do their dirty work. Well you know what?I'm going to give you what you've agreed to. A painless death." 1314 Put the gun a little closer to David's head. Go into the alleyway. I don't fancy lugging your body around."

"You're gonna kill me and you don't want me to inconvieneance you?" David asked. "Still a bit new at this, ain't ya?"

At that, David snatched the gun from his still-wavering hand.

"You let your emotions get ya, that's why I got this," David said as he waved the pistol. "And I work strictly on a need-to-know basis, so I didn't really hear all the crap you're talking about. I pretty much know the government uses disinformation. Want some advice? Forget whatever grudge you have and try and live."

David held the gun, grip-first, to him.

"You're good, I'll give you that..."

ooc: i'd really like my guy not to die...and his background is semi-similar.

OOC: You'd have to know his complete story. It's not as simple as it seems.

1314 dropped the clip out of the gun with telekinis. I love doing that. "I'm new at this at all. I've only been doing this for the past nineteen years." He then quickly kicked David in the stomech, knocking him to the ground. Forming his knife again, he threw it directly at David...

OOC: You'd have to know his complete story. It's not as simple as it seems.

1314 dropped the clip out of the gun with telekinis. I love doing that. "I'm new at this at all. I've only been doing this for the past nineteen years." He then quickly kicked David in the stomech, knocking him to the ground. Forming his knife again, he threw it directly at David...

David rolled away, letting it hit the ground as before.

"C'mon, I'm not some noob either," he jumped up, holding his stomach. "Y'know, this ain't exactly natural, if ya get my drift," he said, pointing to his eye.

1314 sighed as the police quickly started to file in around them. Their modern rifles all pointed at 1314. "Don't try anything with us 13, or we'll shoot you down, no hesitation." 1314 winked at David, and closed his eyes. The officer suddenly dropped to the ground, holding his head in pain. "Now you idiots have a hostage situation. If you pull the trigger, I pop his skull. You let me go free, you keep your sargent. The police quickly made an exit for 1314. As he let go of his telekinetic grip, he dropped the clips of everyman's gun and proceeded to shoot each one of them during the frezied brawl that occured immediatly afterwards. Looking around at their bodies, he turned to where David was beforehand.

"You didn't have to kill them," David said, returning the gaze. "They were disarmed...it's not you I have a problem with, it's your methods..." he continued. But inside, David wondered, will this be me in a few years...if I don't do as they say, will they hunt me too?

OOC:Maybe now's a good time to start one?;)

ooc i could but
a: i don't know what i could do
b: i think i be shit at it

ooc i could but
a: i don't know what i could do
b: i think i be shit at it

ooc: you could be the uber-agency guy...every one of these has the uber-agency guy...j/k-sorta

1314 looked at him. "They attacked me first. Then they tried to beat me to death. Life is a dangerous gamble, and this time the odds weren't on their side." He lit another cigarette. "Stop trying. I've got better things to do. If I wanted to, I could crush your skull like a apple. but I won't. So I suggest you leave. now." 1314 started to walk off. Is this really all I am? All I'm meant to be? A killer? How many lives have I ruined? Hundreds? Thousands? Justified or not, maybe I should've allowed myself to be terminated...

OOC: 1314 is a little more then slightly suicidal. Once he almost managed to kill himself, but his gun "Miraculously" jammed :D

1314 looked at him. "They attacked me first. Then they tried to beat me to death. Life is a dangerous gamble, and this time the odds weren't on their side." He lit another cigarette. "Stop trying. I've got better things to do. If I wanted to, I could crush your skull like a apple. but I won't. So I suggest you leave. now." 1314 started to walk off. Is this really all I am? All I'm meant to be? A killer? How many lives have I ruined? Hundreds? Thousands? Justified or not, maybe I should've allowed myself to be terminated...

OOC: 1314 is a little more then slightly suicidal. A once he almost managed to kill himself, but his gun "Miraculously" jammed :D

"I goin' all right?" David said calmly. "But I'll be around. Watch yourself...I'd hate these guys to be the ones to collect," he chuckled before walking off.

ooc i could but
a: i don't know what i could do
b: i think i be shit at it
OOC:It never hurts to try. If you never take a risk, you won't know! You could be great at it. When I first created 1314 here, I didn't know that he'd be a suicidal, chain-smoking, maniac. I just formed him up as I went. Try it so we can have more then a bunch of dead officers and two men who can't seem to get the upper hand on each other!:D

1314 sat in the deep stench of the soaked alleyway, toying with his pistol. Checking his ammo, he noticed that he had one bullet left. Taking that as a sign, he put the pistol to his head...

OOC: I'm not sure if I want to finish 1314 off or not. Last post for tonight.

David was back before 1314 could react. He deftly took the pistol away as it fired.

"Don't give 'em the satisfaction," he advised, throwing the gun on the ground as he walked away again. "If you wanna die, I'll be more than ready to ablige, but I'm kinda tired." Before he was out of earshot, David called over his shoulder, "Don't do it again, I may not be back to save ya."

ooc: sorry, couldn't let it end so soon.

OOC: What's the point of having a suicidal character if he's not going to commit suicide? :p. Also, I never said it was definite, and 1314 is a no nonsense kid of guy.

1314 quickly rolled over to pick up his gun, and quickly fired shot after shot, each one of them at David....

OOC: What's the point of having a suicidal character if he's not going to commit suicide? :p. Also, I never said it was definite, and 1314 is a no nonsense kid of guy.

1314 quickly rolled over to pick up his gun, and quickly fired shot after shot, each one of them at David....

"You missed (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ob9J3kCELXE)(2:08)," David said, looking at the brick wall where the slugs had buried themselves. He shook his head and disappeared into the darkness.

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Hours later, David found himself in what had to be the worst honky tonk in the world. The waitresses had curves in all the wrong places, and the men were some of the shadiest he had seen in a long time. He ordered a beer and queued up a song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqfEPtXx8Z8&feature=related) on the gravelly jukebox before taking a seat in the dark booth in the back. He winced as he sat down; his eye still hurt as the bio-mimetic skin regenerating, reattaching itself to his nerve endings. David took off his glasses and pinched th bridge of his nose, trying to stop the pain. The beer bottle was planted in front of him, and he muttered a thanks before popping several pills and downing a big gulp from the bottle. Setting the rest of the beer down, he noticed that it wasn't one of the waitresses who ha brought him the beer. It was...

"Mr. Curtis, you seem to be none the worse for wear," the dirty-blonde, tall-ish woman greeted as she took a seat across from him. "Maybe you've been doing this too long..."

"It ain't the years, it's the mileage," David answered. "How are you, Ms. Goodnight (http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa96/lolliegurl/JUST%20ANIME/agentaika_1_1024.jpg)?"

"Better than you are," she quipped. She produced a silver suitcase she had placed out of view. "As requested from your Handler, 150 VX hollow-point .357 rounds, an SRS .338 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desert_Tactical_Arms_Stealth_Recon_Scout) with fifty VX rounds, night optics equipped, and finally, five dispersement grenades. Any other requests...?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking of taking another assignment, leave this one for someone who wants it," David said, half-sincerely.

"There is no 'other assignment,' Mr. Curtis," she answered. "This one is the one the Agency wants you to do."

ooc: sorry for all the links, i think i got carried away

OOC: it's k.

1314 leaned heavily upon the door outside. He had seen David come in this bar, he KNEW he had. He quickly burst through the door, quickly looking for David. Where is he? WHERE! He swung his pistol around, searching for him among the scared patrons. If he didn't find him soon, he'd be the dead one...

ooc: this seems interesting...

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"Ms. Goodnight, please take the back exit," David said, loading a fresh clip of VX rounds into his pistol. He quickly pocketed the grenades and hid the rifle under his jacket.

"Mr. Curtis...?"

"Very dangerous man coming to do dangerous things," David said, peering around the corner even as she left as quietly as she had come.

He leveled his pistol, activating the laser sight as he zeroed in on 1314s chest. Bastard won't even let me finish a beer...

"1314! I don't know why you're stuck to me like an Alabama tick, but I can still plug you one if you're game," David called out.

OOC: What's the point of having a suicidal character if he's not going to commit suicide? :p. Also, I never said it was definite, and 1314 is a no nonsense kid of guy.

1314 quickly rolled over to pick up his gun, and quickly fired shot after shot, each one of them at David....

OOC: Sorry to be off topic and to interrupt this RP (which I'm loving so far) but...didn't he only have 1 bullet left?

OOC: Sorry to be off topic and to interrupt this RP (which I'm loving so far) but...didn't he only have 1 bullet left?

stop splitting hairs:P j/k

ooc: this seems interesting...

ic:

"Ms. Goodnight, please take the back exit," David said, loading a fresh clip of VX rounds into his pistol. He quickly pocketed the grenades and hid the rifle under his jacket.

"Mr. Curtis...?"

"Very dangerous man coming to do dangerous things," David said, peering around the corner even as she left as quietly as she had come.

He leveled his pistol, activating the laser sight as he zeroed in on 1314s chest. Bastard won't even let me finish a beer...

"1314! I don't know why you're stuck to me like an Alabama tick, but I can still plug you one if you're game," David called out.

1314 smiled. "You shouldn't give yourself away like that!" He shouted, throwing a small spherical object with a skull on it
towards the laser sight...

OOC: Sorry to be off topic and to interrupt this RP (which I'm loving so far) but...didn't he only have 1 bullet left?
OOC: he may have had one bullet left in his pistol, but let's just say year of being shot at have taught how to reload pretty darn fast :D

1314 smiled. "You shouldn't give yourself away like that!" He shouted, throwing a small spherical object with a skull on it
towards the laser sight...


OOC: he may have had one bullet left in his pistol, but let's just say year of being shot at have taught how to reload pretty darn fast :D

David shot a two round burst, hitting the sphere square with both shots. Another shot rang out, hitting 1314 in the back. Behind him, Ms. Goodnight stood firm, her gun leveled.

"Dammit, Goodnight!" David shouted, "Get the hell outta here!" He fired a two-round burst at 1314 to keep him occupied.

David shot a two round burst, hitting the sphere square with both shots. Another shot rang out, hitting 1314 in the back. Behind him, Ms. Goodnight stood firm, her gun leveled.

"Dammit, Goodnight!" David shouted, "Get the hell outta here!" He fired a two-round burst at 1314 to keep him occupied.

1314 smiled as he felt the bullet hit him in the back. "Sweet girl you've got there. Take a good look at her, it'll be the last one that you get." He quickly swung around and emptied an entire clip at Ms. Goodnight. 1314 smiled as he heard the small sphere expel the deadly gas in the air in the bar. "Come out, come out whereever you are!" 1314 shouted over the screams of the patrons.

OOC: 1314 is on some powerful drugs right now, he hardly felt the bullets. It dosen't really help his sanity either.

1314 smiled as he felt the bullet hit him in the back. "Sweet girl you've got there. Take a good look at her, it'll be the last one that you get." He quickly swung around and emptied an entire clip at Ms. Goodnight. 1314 smiled as he heard the small sphere expel the deadly gas in the air in the bar. "Come out, come out whereever you are!" 1314 shouted over the screams of the patrons.

OOC: 1314 is on some powerful drugs right now, he hardly felt the bullets. It dosen't really help his sanity either.

ooc: the bullets had the nanites in them, so those didn't affect him either...? btw, this may be my last post until late this evening

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"Goodnight!" David shouted, firing his whole clip into 1314 before swinging his rifle from behind his back and bringing it to bear. He fired it single-handedly as he threw a dispersing grenade straight for 1314. He made it to Goodnight's side, where she lay dazed, her concealed armor taking most of the impacts from the bullets. The gas was filling the room, and with a not-so-gentle shove he pushed Goodnight through the door. I hope my filter's block this crap...

ooc: the rifle fires a .338 lapua magnum, which travels @ supersonic speeds...but my guy dodged a coil rifle, so maybe u can dodge it too...oh, and David has artificial lungs...or at least one.

1314 laughed as he felt the nanites rip into him in a confused frenzy. "Is that all? IS THAT ALL?!" He dropped to his knees as the entire clip burned into his back. As the nanites continued their frenzied attack, 1314 started coughing up blood. Soon his bandages turned the same eerie red as his eyes. A tall man with deep redhair quickly ran up to 1314 "Damn it 13, what the hell did you do this time?" 1314 just continued to cough up blood while muttering about "Soulessness" and "Demonic scourge" The tall man supported 1314, and quickly got him out of the bar into the streets, where the electronic disruptors hadn't spread to.

1314 eyes slowly reverted back to slightly less crazed state. "Wha-? Vincent? What are you *Cough* doing here? I thought you had *Cough cough* moved out of here?" 1314 muttered weakly. Vincent smiled warmly. "And leave a friend behind? Not a chance. Besides, I still have a few scores to settle before I go to the bahamas. What the hell happened?" "I think I took *Cough* the J1-C. But it's all hazy now. Let's get out before the Nats come." Vincent frowned as he lifted 1314 back up. "You're insane in more ways thenn one 13. You really are..." 1314 let out a weak smile, and lit up another cigarette. Number ten He thought as he slowly limped into the darkness...

1314 laughed as he felt the nanites rip into him in a confused frenzy. "Is that all? IS THAT ALL?!" He dropped to his knees as the entire clip burned into his back. As the nanites continued their frenzied attack, 1314 started coughing up blood. Soon his bandages turned the same eerie red as his eyes. A tall man with deep redhair quickly ran up to 1314 "Damn it 13, what the hell did you do this time?" 1314 just continued to cough up blood while muttering about "Soulessness" and "Demonic scourge" The tall man supported 1314, and quickly got him out of the bar into the streets, where the electronic disruptors hadn't spread to.

1314 eyes slowly reverted back to slightly less crazed state. "Wha-? Vincent? What are you *Cough* doing here? I thought you had *Cough cough* moved out of here?" 1314 muttered weakly. Vincent smiled warmly. "And leave a friend behind? Not a chance. Besides, I still have a few scores to settle before I go to the bahamas. What the hell happened?" "I think I took *Cough* the J1-C. But it's all hazy now. Let's get out before the Nats come." Vincent frowned as he lifted 1314 back up. "You're insane in more ways thenn one 13. You really are..." 1314 let out a weak smile, and lit up another cigarette. Number ten He thought as he slowly limped into the darkness...

Well, that's a first, David thought as he released the clip and locked a fresh one into his gun. He looked out into the street as 1314 left, making sure he was really leaving before turning back to the bar.

"Ms. Goodnight, are you all right?" he asked as he helped her sit up.

"The armor helped," she said, wincing in pain as she moved. David's hands reached for the buttons of her jacket, and she slapped him soundly.

"I'm checking your wounds," he explained curtly.

"I'd rather be taken to a hospital," Goodnight answered, covering her chest with her arms.

"For the love of..." David said in exasperation, "I wasn't trying to cop a feel..."

"Still, I'd rather..."

"Fine," he cut her off as he pulled out his PDA. "I'll get an ambulance, ok?"

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David hated hospitals, which was the reason he hadn't wanted to bring her. He seriously questioned the Agency for sending a secretary into such a dangerous situation. The doctors that had admitted Goodnight had assured him that she was fine, so he was just about to leave when a group approached him. What now? David asked himself.

ooc: i was planning on introducing a new char. that'll be the uber-agency guy i was talking about 'cause i sorta made my guy as a protagonist...lemme know if that's ok.

OOC: That's okay. But just to let you know, 1314 really could've popped David's head like a watermelon, but he prefers (Semi) fair play.

Explosion after explosion ripped through the hospital. Vincent smiled. He hadn't wasted his experince in the army, that much is for sure. Vincent slowly walked in and pulled out two large pistols. Shooting the the security guards foolish enough to show their face for more then a few milliseconds, he continued around the hospital, searching each and every room for the young lady he saw back at the bar. Touching his ear, he whispered quietly "Careful for the nats. They could be anywhere." A small barely audible voice rung throughout his head "Yeah,yeah. Since when have they been a problem? It's not that *Cough* bad." Vincent chuckled. 1314 was always resilient like that. Vincent continued throughout the hospital, looking for the two he had seen attack 1314...

OOC: Vincent, unlike 1314, relies heavily upon technology and his cybernetic implants to get through. But he's also more prone to show mercy and emotion then 1314. Well, other then the whole suicidal thing 1314's got going on :p.

ooc: O_o. if he's more merciful, why's he setting off explosions in a hospital?

ic:

"Ok, time to go," David said as he barged into Ms. Goodnight's room. She was still a bit drowsy from the drugs.

"No, just lemme sleep," she slurred.

"Um, I don't think so," he replied, hearing another explosion as he unhooked her from the IV drip and machines. David scooped her up in his arms and headed for the stairwell.

He huffed towards the roof as he carried Goodnight, hoping he had time. As he climbed the stairs, David cursed whoever was attacking. He was sure they were after him, but why involve these innocent people. They came to the hospital hoping to be saved, and instead were in more danger than when they entered. He checked his ammo, making sure he was ready for anything. Bursting onto the roof, he was relieved to see the air ambulance, it's rotors spinning in idle. He swung open the hatch and shoved Ms. Goodnight in before leveling his pistol on the pilot.

"Look, I don't really wanna do this, but I can fly this crate if you don't cooperate," David warned the pilot. "Now take off." Turning to Ms. Goodnight he assured her, "I'll get you outta here. This doesn't concern you."

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A black sedan roared up to the hospital entrance. Three men in suits filed out, listening to the explosions within.

"I know this music," came a voice within the car. Stepping out, another man in an all-black suit, his hair a contrasting silver, led the others towards the hospital. This didn't seem like 1314, the man told himself, but it reminded him of...oh yes, a smile spread across his lips. It had to be him.

ooc: enter uber-agency guy

OOC: I never said how merciful he was, just that he was MORE merciful then 1314 :D

Vincent looked out the window "Aw, shit!" He muttered to himself. Quickly taking out his pistol he rushed to the roof. Even with 1314 wounded, if they went out on ground, 1314 would kill them before their foot touched the ground. He quickly ran up the stairs and burst through the door, rifle raised and looking somewhat out of place among his buisness suit and tie...

1314 looked up from his rifles scope "What the- *Cough*" He let the blood drip past his bandages before looking back up. More? He couldn't kill them before he knew their purpose, so they'd have to wait. Taking out a cigarette and placing it into his mouth, he lit it up. Number eleven. He thought as he went back to watching both doors of the hospital for David...

OOC: I never said how merciful he was, just that he was MORE merciful then 1314 :D

Vincent looked out the window "Aw, shit!" He muttered to himself. Quickly taking out his pistol he rushed to the roof. Even with 1314 wounded, if they went out on ground, 1314 would kill them before their foot touched the ground. He quickly ran up the stairs and burst through the door, rifle raised and looking somewhat out of place among his buisness suit and tie...

1314 looked up from his rifles scope "What the- *Cough*" He let the blood drip past his bandages before looking back up. More? He couldn't kill them before he knew their purpose, so they'd have to wait. Taking out a cigarette and placing it into his mouth, he lit it up. Number eleven. He thought as he went back to watching both doors of the hospital for David...

ooc: lol

ic:

After all this time, I've found you, he thought, stepping through the hospital entrance.

"Oh, I know this music well," he said to no one but himself. "I taught him to compose such wonderful masterpieces."

As he led the men through the corridors, it was obvious they were on a hunt. Flashing badges and guns was an easy way to be guided to their prey, who seemed to be on a quest of his own. The roof, how quiant, the Agent told himself as he sprinted up the stairs, leaving his men far behind. He reached the top as 1314 stood in the middle of the now-vacant roof.

"1314!" he shouted. "You've been up to some mischief...time to put those skills to use."

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Who the Hell is this now? David asked himself. The helicopter had lifted off, and not a moment too soon, as 1314 had appeared only moments later. David had leveled his rifle and was about to fire when someone new showed up. He shouted something that couldn't be heard through the chopper's engine, and David used this as an excuse to get the hell outta Dodge.

ooc: sorry for 'borrowing' your chars.

A dark figure rose nearly unseen on the roof, scaling the wall from the opposite side with naught but his hands and feet; the man was dark-skinned and quite short, wearing a large black overcoat that nearly enveloped his whole head. Smiling as he walked out of the shadows, he approached 1314 and the man helping him slowly, confidently, and apparently unarmed. Spreading his arms wide, he suddenly spoke.

"Evening, gentlemen. I'm here for your head, 1314, and nothing else. I'd suggest coming quietly." He gave a hard stare at Vincent, whom he didn't recognize, and then back at 1314. "I've been watching you carefully, friend. That was an impressive show in the bar, but surely you can put up more of a fight for me?" The mysterious newcomer flicked his wrist, expertly withdrawing a tiny medical scalpel, twirling it around his fingers.

ooc: lol

ic:

After all this time, I've found you, he thought, stepping through the hospital entrance.

"Oh, I know this music well," he said to no one but himself. "I taught him to compose such wonderful masterpieces."

As he led the men through the corridors, it was obvious they were on a hunt. Flashing badges and guns was an easy way to be guided to their prey, who seemed to be on a quest of his own. The roof, how quiant, the Agent told himself as he sprinted up the stairs, leaving his men far behind. He reached the top as 1314 stood in the middle of the now-vacant roof.

"1314!" he shouted. "You've been up to some mischief...time to put those skills to use."

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Who the Hell is this now? David asked himself. The helicopter had lifted off, and not a moment too soon, as 1314 had appeared only moments later. David had leveled his rifle and was about to fire when someone new showed up. He shouted something that couldn't be heard through the chopper's engine, and David used this as an excuse to get the hell outta Dodge.

ooc: sorry for 'borrowing' your chars.

OOC:Hmm? what do you mean? BTW only Vincent is actually there.

1314 smiled. His illusion was working better then he planned. He adjusted his rifle slightly, and fired at the engine of the plane, again and again, each time with incredible accuracy...

Vincent smiled as he pulled up his rifle to the new guys' head. "What dya think you're doing?" He said cheerfully as he kicked the man back towards the door, leveled his rifle at him, and asked him calmly "Now, what do you want?"

The man landed gracefully, brushing Vincent's footprint off his coat, and continued walking calmly, as if unaffected. He motioned towards the rifle disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"You won't touch me with something like that. I don't want to involve you in this, but as you've apparently invited yourself, might as well accept your challenge." He smiled widely. "1314 seems to have a useful trump card with his telekinesis, but I think i can best him." The man suddenly rocketed at Vincent freakishly fast, throwing his scalpel straight at his target as he moved with breathtaking speed. Will he fall for it?

The man landed gracefully, brushing Vincent's footprint off his coat, and continued walking calmly, as if unaffected. He motioned towards the rifle disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"You won't touch me with something like that. I don't want to involve you in this, but as you've apparently invited yourself, might as well accept your challenge." He smiled widely. "1314 seems to have a useful trump card with his telekinesis, but I think i can best him." The man suddenly rocketed at Vincent freakishly fast, throwing his scalpel straight at his target as he moved with breathtaking speed. Will he fall for it?
Vincent moved to the side with superhuman speed and a smile on his face. "It helps to not waste your weapon on yer first try." Vincent unload burst after burst at the man who had just brushed past him...

1314 looked over through his scope. "Damn. it looks like Vin's in trouble. I better..." At this he broke out into a violent coughing fit, hurdles of blood spewing out of his mouth, his eerie red eyes in pain. He doubled over, leaning over the side of the window, and let his blood spatter onto the streets below, unable to aim, or even move...

OOC:Hmm? what do you mean? BTW only Vincent is actually there.

1314 smiled. His illusion was working better then he planned. He adjusted his rifle slightly, and fired at the engine of the plane, again and again, each time with incredible accuracy...

Vincent smiled as he pulled up his rifle to the new guys' head. "What dya think you're doing?" He said cheerfully as he kicked the man back towards the door, leveled his rifle at him, and asked him calmly "Now, what do you want?"

David fired two shots in retaliation before getting into the copilot's seat and helping the pilot get the helicopter into an auto rotation. The aircraft slammed hard into the street below, skidding to a stop several blocks away, hidden from the view of the hospital by several buildings. Kicking out the hatch, David carried Ms. Goodnight out of the downed copter, commandeering a nearby car, hot-wiring the engine and taking off into the night. He at least had to get her away from these maniacs, he thought.


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The Agent stopped his backwards movement, grasping the metal railings of the doorframe and holding on, the metal compacting underneath his fists. He steadied himself and stood off against Vincent.

"This doesn't concern you," he growled, removing his damaged sunglasses. Ducking under the scope of the rifle, he moved with lightning speed, taking the rifle from Vincent's hands and kicking him in the gut, sending him flying against the brick wall of the hospital. He turned his attention to the interloper, dodging as he wretched the scalpel from his hand and flipped him expertly. "1314 is mine, and mine alone."

ooc: oh, i interpreted it wrong. i see, 1314 is acting as cover...

"Heh. As if this is my only weapon." The man flicked both his wrists, withdrawing a pair, then two, then, three pairs of scalpels, hurling them all at Vincent with deadly precision. He was surprised; it was rare that he could find a match in terms of speed, but this man seemed to be quite challenging. Dodging the bullets swiftly, he laughed, spreading his arms wide and hurling his deadly weapons in every direction, constantly closing in on Vincent. Once I'm in range...he's done. A bullet caught him on the shoulder, blasting him backwards-to no effect. A smoking hole appeared in his coat, and the man carefully picked the bullet out of what appeared to be several inches of steel armor.

David fired two shots in retaliation before getting into the copilot's seat and helping the pilot get the helicopter into an auto rotation. The aircraft slammed hard into the street below, skidding to a stop several blocks away, hidden from the view of the hospital by several buildings. Kicking out the hatch, David carried Ms. Goodnight out of the downed copter, commandeering a nearby car, hot-wiring the engine and taking off into the night. He at least had to get her away from these maniacs, he thought.


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The Agent stopped his backwards movement, grasping the metal railings of the doorframe and holding on, the metal compacting underneath his fists. He steadied himself and stood off against Vincent.

"This doesn't concern you," he growled, removing his damaged sunglasses. Ducking under the scope of the rifle, he moved with lightning speed, taking the rifle from Vincent's hands and kicking him in the gut, sending him flying against the brick wall of the hospital. He turned his attention to the interloper, dodging as he wretched the scalpel from his hand and flipped him expertly. "1314 is mine, and mine alone."

ooc: oh, i interpreted it wrong. i see, 1314 is acting as cover...
Vincent chuckled as he brought himself back up and brushed himself off. "That. Was a BIG mistake." He quickly rushed up to the Agent, swung the Agents arm behind his back, and pulled a pistol to his head. Whispering into his ear, he had a harsh and vicous tone in his voice. "Now, you tell me why you're here." Twisting his arm further back, he continued."And you tell me NOW."

1314 looked up, eyes struggling to focus. He could just barely see Vincent fighting off two attackers. Looking down again, he noticed two small figures getting into a car. David. Even from this distance he could reconize them. Summoning all of his strength, he rappeled down on his escape rope, and ran towards the car in a mad dash to stop David...

"Heh. As if this is my only weapon." The man flicked both his wrists, withdrawing a pair, then two, then, three pairs of scalpels, hurling them all at Vincent with deadly precision. He was surprised; it was rare that he could find a match in terms of speed, but this man seemed to be quite challenging. Dodging the bullets swiftly, he laughed, spreading his arms wide and hurling his deadly weapons in every direction, constantly closing in on Vincent. Once I'm in range...he's done. A bullet caught him on the shoulder, blasting him backwards-to no effect. A smoking hole appeared in his coat, and the man carefully picked the bullet out of what appeared to be several inches of steel armor.

ooc: you know that vincent isn't the guy that attacked u, right? and the Agent doesn't have a gun...or at least, it isn't drawn.

ic:

The Agent caught each scalpel, throwing it back at the newcomer.

OCC: "Vincent moved to the side with superhuman speed and a smile on his face. "It helps to not waste your weapon on yer first try." Vincent unload burst after burst at the man who had just brushed past him..."

Not sure if that's referring to you or me.

IC:Quickly catching each of his own weapons as they were hurled back at him, the man stopped momentarily as his two opponents grappled with each other. Holding one scalpel in between his teeth and two in his hands, he waited to see the victor of the contest.

1314 looked up, eyes struggling to focus. He could just barely see Vincent fighting off two attackers. Looking down again, he noticed two small figures getting into a car. David. Even from this distance he could reconize them. Summoning all of his strength, he rappeled down on his escape rope, and ran towards the car in a mad dash to stop David...

Son of a... David muttered, shifting gears as he gunned the engine, dodging 1314 as he made for the freeway. He darted through traffic, glad that he had chosen to carjack a very sporty car. From the passenger seat, Ms. Goodnight stirred.

"Hey, stay with me, now," he said.

"Hm, do I have a choice?" she asked drowsily.

Well, she can still joke, so she can't be that bad...

Vincent chuckled as he brought himself back up and brushed himself off. "That. Was a BIG mistake." He quickly rushed up to the Agent, swung the Agents arm behind his back, and pulled a pistol to his head. Whispering into his ear, he had a harsh and vicous tone in his voice. "Now, you tell me why you're here." Twisting his arm further back, he continued."And you tell me NOW."

ooc: ok, i think we confused each other...

ic:

"I said, it is none of your concern," the Agent broke the lock and pushed Vincent back. "1314 is MINE. I am collecting what is MINE."

ooc: you know that vincent isn't the guy that attacked u, right? and the Agent doesn't have a gun...or at least, it isn't drawn.

ic:

The Agent caught each scalpel, throwing it back at the newcomer.
OOC:I kicked YOU, and shot at Ravea.

1314 broke into another violent coughing fit, watching as the nanites spilled onto the ground and reformed. Looking up through blurry eyes, he popped the tires of the car with his final rifle bullets. Watching the blood all around him form a pool, 1314 blacked out....

Vincent frowned. "Listen, either YOU tell me, or I get 1314 to interrogate you. And no one has ever survived or failed to tell 1314 in his iterrogations. The longest it took was a mere hour to get information out of a interogatee. Now, SPILL!"

"I'm called Alhambra. I'm a professional bounty hunter." The dark man bowed stiffly, twisting his weapons quickly. "I would have thought the bounty on your friend's head was obvious. Why else would anyone fight such a monster? Although apparently someone else has a reason." He pointed to the agent, wondering what the man's true intentions were.

OOC:I kicked YOU, and shot at Ravea.

1314 broke into another violent coughing fit, watching as the nanites spilled onto the ground and reformed. Looking up through blurry eyes, he popped the tires of the car with his final rifle bullets. Watching the blood all around him form a pool, 1314 blacked out....

Vincent frowned. "Listen, either YOU tell me, or I get 1314 to interrogate you. And no one has ever survived or failed to tell 1314 in his iterrogations. The longest it took was a mere hour to get information out of a interogatee. Now, SPILL!"

ooc: i figured that out after the fact.

ic:

"And who do you think taught him that marvelous technique?" the Agent asked. "But an hour, tsk-tsk, I thought he was a better student than that..."

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The car slammed into a parked car and stopped violently. As David helped Goodnight out of the wreck and looked for a new car, he noticed 1314 collapse on the ground. Light from the street showed thepool of blood forming around him. Part of him told him to flee, but another part told him to help...he glanced from Goodnight to the man who had tried to kill them, why did he feel this way towards him...?

"I'm called Alhambra. I'm a professional bounty hunter." The dark man bowed stiffly, twisting his weapons quickly. "I would have thought the bounty on your friend's head was obvious. Why else would anyone fight such a monster? Although apparently someone else has a reason." He pointed to the agent, wondering what the man's true intentions were.

Quickly kicking upward to disarm Alhambra, he swung himself around and threw Alhambra on the ground. "He isn't a monster. Not when compared to scum like yourself." looking over the side of the building, he noticed 1314 in the middle of the street, just laying there. "SHIT!" He yelled as he pushed his way past the agent, looking for the elevator. If he didn't make it in time, the Nats would be there. And if they get to 1314 before I do, He thought. There'll be nothing left to save.

Hmf. Alhambra rose quickly and pulled a c-69 Mauser pistol from his coat-an ancient, outdated weapon, but no less affective at that. Taking careful aim, he shot at 1314 from the roof, looking not to kill but to wound as much as possible. He knew the man could be dangerous even when injured, and didn't want to take any chances. Realizing Vincent was totally inconsequential, he glanced back at the Agent, keeping a careful eye on him.

ooc: i figured that out after the fact.

ic:

"And who do you think taught him that marvelous technique?" the Agent asked. "But an hour, tsk-tsk, I thought he was a better student than that..."

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The car slammed into a parked car and stopped violently. As David helped Goodnight out of the wreck and looked for a new car, he noticed 1314 collapse on the ground. Light from the street showed thepool of blood forming around him. Part of him told him to flee, but another part told him to help...he glanced from Goodnight to the man who had tried to kill them, why did he feel this way towards him...?
1314 got up. Strange colors swirled around him. Did you think I forgot you little 13? I've only just begun. Haven't you given up on these silly humans by now? Become their destroyer! Kill them all! If you truly wanted to, you could.
1314 staggered around, getting everywhere and nowhere. Let me the hell out! He wanted to shout. But nothing came out. He heard the voice scream in anger as he fell back into conciousness. "13! 1314 get up!!!!" Vincent yelled, his voice little more then a whisper to 1314. His vision was shadows, creatures of the dark. 1314 tried to say something, tell Vincent he was alive, but all he did was gurgle. Suddenly panicing, he reliezed he was choking on his own blood. Too weak to move, all he could to was spit a little out as Vincent desperatly tried to get him to say something, not reliezing he was drowning...

Quickly kicking upward to disarm Alhambra, he swung himself around and threw Alhambra on the ground. "He isn't a monster. Not when compared to scum like yourself." looking over the side of the building, he noticed 1314 in the middle of the street, just laying there. "SHIT!" He yelled as he pushed his way past the agent, looking for the elevator. If he didn't make it in time, the Nats would be there. And if they get to 1314 before I do, He thought. There'll be nothing left to save.

The Agent noticed it too, running to the edge of the rooftop and casting himself into the air. He landed on the ground, cracking the pavement underneath as he stood up and ran towards 1314.

David saw this and realized this guy was no good. Leveling his rifle, he fired the clip at the approaching agent. When the man merely shrugged off the rounds that hit, David knew it was gonna hurt.

ooc: hey look, my two chars. are gonna fight...

Pocketing his pistol, Alhambra followed closely behind the agent, trying to rush to 1314 as fast as he could. Vincent could not be allowed to take him; he knew no one stood a chance against him when he was fully healed. Except, perhaps, this new agent...landing behind the man, Alhambra withdrew another scalpel and rushed around him, trying to reach 1314 first. He didn't want to, but Alhambra figured he might just have to kill his quarry right here and now.

Pocketing his pistol, Alhambra followed closely behind the agent, trying to rush to 1314 as fast as he could. Vincent could not be allowed to take him; he knew no one stood a chance against him when he was fully healed. Except, perhaps, this new agent...landing behind the man, Alhambra withdrew another scalpel and rushed around him, trying to reach 1314 first. He didn't want to, but Alhambra figured he might just have to kill his quarry right here and now.

God, how many people are after this guy?! David asked, leveling his pistol and emptying the clip at both men.

The Agent noticed it too, running to the edge of the rooftop and casting himself into the air. He landed on the ground, cracking the pavement underneath as he stood up and ran towards 1314.

David saw this and realized this guy was no good. Leveling his rifle, he fired the clip at the approaching agent. When the man merely shrugged off the rounds that hit, David knew it was gonna hurt.

ooc: hey look, my two chars. are gonna fight...
OOC: This oughta be good:p

Pocketing his pistol, Alhambra followed closely behind the agent, trying to rush to 1314 as fast as he could. Vincent could not be allowed to take him; he knew no one stood a chance against him when he was fully healed. Except, perhaps, this new agent...landing behind the man, Alhambra withdrew another scalpel and rushed around him, trying to reach 1314 first. He didn't want to, but Alhambra figured he might just have to kill his quarry right here and now.
1314 looked over at Alhambra. Focusing what little strength he had left, he quickly started to use his telekinetic powers to their fullest extent. Focusing deeply amid the pain, he heard the cracking of Alhambra's leg breaking over the sound of rushing blood and guns going off. Content with what he had done, he swallowed (Yes, swallowed) his own blood, and blacked out...

OOC: This oughta be good:p

Putting in a fresh clip, David rushed forward, standing between them and 1314. He emptied this new clip, but it didn't stop the Agent. In fact, it seemed to goad him on. Oh, crap David thought as the Agent rushed him, landing a punch to his stomach. David flew back, his flight stopped by the softness of a parked car. That did not go at all the way I planned...

His powers are even greater than I expected. On with the plan, then. Alhambra slipped a scalpel into his mouth, tucked into the fetal position, and suddenly began rolling; although this significantly slowed his progress, not to mention his sense of direction, he was making better time than a normal cripple would. Bitterly ignoring the pain that was swelling into him, he swore that he would kill 1314 for the wound he had just inflicted. He was close now...so close, and his prey was now defenseless...

His powers are even greater than I expected. On with the plan, then. Alhambra slipped a scalpel into his mouth, tucked into the fetal position, and suddenly began rolling; although this significantly slowed his progress, not to mention his sense of direction, he was making better time than a normal cripple would. Bitterly ignoring the pain that was swelling into him, he swore that he would kill 1314 for the wound he had just inflicted. He was close now...so close, and his prey was now defenseless...
Vincent smiled at the strange sight before him. A cripple rolling towards him with no sense of direction, and a scapel in his mouth. trying to stop himself from laughing, he took out his pistol, and fired a warning shot near Alhambra to ward him off. Killing a cripple seems a little unfair, but I might have to...

Grinning, Alhambra unfolded himself, whipped his pistol out, and shot as many bullets as he had in his clip directly at 1314. This presented a win-win situation; either Vincent would have to take the bullets or he most likely would kill 1314. Dragging himself with his one good leg and free arm, he hoped the other man could keep the Agent busy long enough for him to kill 1314.

Grinning, Alhambra unfolded himself, whipped his pistol out, and shot as many bullets as he had in his clip directly at 1314. This presented a win-win situation; either Vincent would have to take the bullets or he most likely would kill 1314. Dragging himself with his one good leg and free arm, he hoped the other man could keep the Agent busy long enough for him to kill 1314.
Vincent, as expected, slid over quickly and took the bullets. Ripping off his now destroyed body armor to check the wounds the bullets had left, he drew his pistol, and fired a single bullet directly at Alhambra's head...

Vincent smiled at the strange sight before him. A cripple rolling towards him with no sense of direction, and a scapel in his mouth. trying to stop himself from laughing, he took out his pistol, and fired a warning shot near Alhambra to ward him off. Killing a cripple seems a little unfair, but I might have to...

David rushed the Agent, clasping his arms to his sides as he rammed him into a brick wall. He punched the wall, imbedding his fists into the mortar to hold the agent as long as he could.

"Hey you!" he shouted to Vincent. "Get 'im the Hell outta here!"

He struggle against the blows landed on him by the Agent before finally being shoved away.

Dislocating his neck quickly, he barely dodged the bullet; it grazed the side of Alhambra's head painfully, sending his visions swirling. He jiggled his arms, popping the shoulders out and twisting the joints quite unnaturally; crawling quickly towards the pair of men like some kind of freakish spider, he spit his scalpel at Vincent with all his might; again, the man either had to dodge or allow 1314 to take the hit.

David rushed the Agent, clasping his arms to his sides as he rammed him into a brick wall. He punched the wall, imbedding his fists into the mortar to hold the agent as long as he could.

"Hey you!" he shouted to Vincent. "Get 'im the Hell outta here!"

He struggle against the blows landed on him by the Agent before finally being shoved away.
Vincent frowned. Since when was he helping him? Dragging 1314's body over into an alleyway, he waited, gun in hand for 1314 to get back up. He suddenly felt an icy hand grip his shoulder...

"How long have I been*Cough* out?" 1314 asked wearily, while lighting up another cigarette. Number fourteen. I wish cigarettes were just a little cheaper... He thought. "Ah, you've been out five minutes, tops." Vincent smiled warmly. "Good to see ya back." 1314 shook his head. "Good to BE back."...

Vincent frowned. Since when was he helping him? Dragging 1314's body over into an alleyway, he waited, gun in hand for 1314 to get back up. He suddenly felt an icy hand grip his shoulder...

"How long have I been*Cough* out?" 1314 asked wearily, while lighting up another cigarette. Number fourteen. I wish cigarettes were just a little cheaper... He thought. "Ah, you've been out five minutes, tops." Vincent smiled warmly. "Good to see ya back." 1314 shook his head. "Good to BE back."...

"Hey, take care of 'im!" David shouted, loosing a dispersing grenade in his wake. He'd made sure to release it so as not to affect 1314, and when the cloud disappeared, so had he, along with Ms. Goodnight.

"Hey, take care of 'im!" David shouted, loosing a dispersing grenade in his wake. He'd made sure to release it so as not to affect 1314, and when the cloud disappeared, so had he, along with Ms. Goodnight.
"AW SHIT!!" 1314 yelled as he saw the grenade explode Feeling the nanites run rampant once more, he heard only faint echos as he began to black out yet again. "1314? 13? Aw shit man you gotta stop doing this...

"AW SHIT!!" 1314 yelled as he saw the grenade explode Feeling the nanites run rampant once more, he heard only faint echos as he began to black out yet again. "1314? 13? Aw shit man you gotta stop doing this...

ooc: hey, um

He'd made sure to release it so as not to affect 1314

ooc: hey, um
OOC: i know, but I don't see how it could NOT affect 1314. You'd have to study his nanites specificly. Also, last post tonight.

OOC: i know, but I don't see how it could NOT affect 1314. You'd have to study his nanites specificly. Also, last post tonight.

ooc: ok, and same for me. 'night CM.