[Cain]

-Leon blinked a few times not expecting the little girl to know such good English at such a young age and this information about being a jewel thief was cute that she had a made up criminal record”Your pet is cute, Did someone set you up to tell me this ludicrous lie and to give me this file”. He picked up the file and opened it fanning through the information”there is not much here but it has a few things to go on, I think I can fight just fine little girl, Ill take this file down to the precinct tomorrow and make sure it updated with the correct information but first lets get you to your parents or to an orphanage”. Leon walked into his room deciding he could try his cop radio and have dispatch run a check on the girls name and see if it matches any of there missing person for the city then state records.

He found his radio twisting the nob he spoke calmly” Dispatch this is Detective Walker, Badge number 4737 I would like a check ran on a missing girl, She said her name is Manticore”. He waited for the information to be entered into the computer so he walked back to the little girl” if i’m about to get you back to your guardian that will be payment enough, I don’t want a little girls money”. He walked back in the room hearing his radio go off”Go ahead dispatch”. The radio read off a long list of crimes connected to that name but they were done by an adult not a child so he raised a brow and walked back to the girl this time looking into her eyes using his years as an investigator” You know, there is something about you that just feels off, You seem to actually know what your talking about and I don’t know if that scares me or intrigues me more, so ill let you explain little girl, tell me about yourself and maybe ill believe you but for now I think your a little girl that has been told a wild tale”.-

[Peridot]

[color color=#9900FF] Manticore huffed at Leon’s dismissal of her story of events. It wasn’t an unexpected reaction, but it did truly convincing him a bit more of a challenge. Even when I’m telling the truth, everybody thinks I’m lying… In the end she decided to just continue on with the tale instead of flaunting her abilities. The Arcobaleno would have to prove the validity of her tale eventually, and in case Leon ran out screaming or refused to listen it would help to have explained everything before-hand. At least he took the file and her criminal record seriously instead of doubting even that. Carmen made a happy snuffling noise at being called cute, to which Manticore simply rolled her eyes before starting.

“I used to steal precious jewelry, mostly rings, but that sort of crime has lost all of its appeal for me. Now I work odd jobs for the various big-shot mafias, one of which is responsible for this assassination. Since all of the Mafia bosses will recognize me on sight, I’m unable to properly investigate this case by myself. Also, I’ve always wanted to try training a protege. And thinking you can fight is not the same as actually being able to fight, Mister Walker.” She looked at the man up and down with calculating eyes before shrugging, “I think we might want to work on your speed first, though. I’ll start you out on dodging the Uzi, tomorrow.” She gave a short yawn, delicately covering her mouth until it was over. “Now, go ahead and ask your questions, Detective. My story is neither ludicrous nor a lie. The impossible cannot happen, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of circumstances.” [/color]

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo sighed as the day was passing slowly, his phone ringing that it was time for his other meeting. He grunted and carefully shoved his loving pet off of his lap. He took out a pet hair roller from a secret compartment in his briefcase and rolled it over his pants. Sicario whimpered as Bell’uomo closed up his briefcase once more and picked it up. “Ho pensato che fosse domani. Mi dispiace, Sicario. (I thought it was tomorrow. I am sorry, Sicario.)” He pet his companion on the head while his ears flopped down. He opened the door as he threw his jacket back on. He quickly moved out of the building and into the limo, feeling there was a reason his dog had whimpered. He closed up the limo fast after checking to make sure the driver was the same. They then rode back to the two buildings.

He exited the limo for only a moment before his instincts told him to get back in. He got back into the limo and called Comcast’s executives, leaving a message that his meeting with them will have to be canceled. He then had the limo driver take him back to the hotel, him running back up to the hotel room and opening up the door. Sicario came running out of the door and went down the stairs. Bell’uomo followed the pooch, and opened the door to the limo. “Airport, now.” He had made sure to check the driver again, closing the door. They were taken to the airport and he swiftly went through getting a new ticket. It would be a while until his flight but he checked in Sicario in his crate then took to the gate he needed to be at when his flight arrived.

He moved with urgency but not showing it to the public. He decided to stop at the starbucks in the airport and bought himself one of the sealed Frappucinos that they sell. He’d be sure that a previously packaged good would be better than getting something fresh. He grabbed one that was Mocha flavored and paid the nice barista. He took to his gate and sat then, letting her keep the change. He checked over the bottle to be sure the glass had no breaks, no holes, no hidden anything. To his relief, there was nothing. He twisted off the cap and heard that sweet popping noise of being perfectly sealed. He’d never had a Mocha one before, usually always Vanilla or regular was what he got. He drank it slowly, daring not to shake it up in case something was on the bottom and using his lip to guard in case something floated on the top. This resulted in an odd brown mustache across his face, which he wiped off with a napkin. He then had to sit and wait patiently and on guard for his flight back to the eastern United States.

[Silver]

As she sat and watched the numbers fly she shook her head and stood walking back out of her computer room into the main apartment it was spotless. Almost like she never used this part of the apartment accept to clean it. Slowly she turned and walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was pretty barren as well. With a sigh she grabbed a pack of ramen from the refrigerator and then tossed it on the counter crushing it with a spoon before placing it into a pot of water and turning it on. Leaning back against the sinks she started at the pot. “A watched pot never boils.” She chuckled and turned walking away from it and looked at her barren apartment. “Really should make this look more like a home.” She then walked into her room which had a simple dresser from Walmart and was taken up by a king sized bed with grey sheets. She then bounced onto it flopping back and staring at the ceiling. “I’m so smart yet can’t even get a job to take care of the hours then again I do spend a majority of my day at the dojo and with my sensei.” She thought about the Asian woman that trained her and giggled. Her giggling stopped when she heard a knock at her door and tilted her head. She crossed her arms and gripped one of the batons ripping it from its holster and flicked it open narrowing her eyes. Her mind danced over the ones who would show up and then thought that only her Sensei would actually show up and moved to the door looking out the peephole. What she saw caused her for concern and she stepped back. Her boots had made to much noise to the men on the other side of the door and shook her head and quickly rushed to her other room and locked the door then slammed the baton shut and placed it back into its holster before rushing back to the door and opened it with a smile. “Hello officers how can I assist you?” she pulled out her tablet and tapped two icons on it and it laid over with a standard Android UI and her computers switched to SWTOR so that it would explain the information that was passing through all had a different character up.

“Yes we heard a young lady fitting your description was seen in the park late this evening.” They then smiled. “Can you tell us were you where?” They asked then looked inside. “Do you mind if we come in?”

She smiled and stepped to the side and extended her arm offering them to step in and they looked about and she closed the door. “Can I offer you all some water?” the pot started to boil over and she rushed past them turning it off. “Sorry was making dinner.”

[Cain]

-Leon listened to her story before walking over to his chair and thinking it over a few dozen times trying to find a fault in the logic in a view point of someone telling the story instead of someone living it. He was a master investigator so this was driving him mad what was missing there had to be something to alert him of her lying. He decided to roll this some more later” What do you mean train a prodigy when your only a child but whatever, If you really think there is a threat out there that you can bring to justice its my duty to do whatever it takes even if it means listening to a child until your information becomes relevant”.

He stood up and got a blanket for her when he noticed the clock and saw it would soon be two in the morning. He made sure she would be comfortable pointing where the bathroom was before he ran over and put the seat down and then he went to his room keeping the door open and flopped onto his bed hearing his dispatcher still naming off crimes the child supposedly committed. He would wake up around ten luckily for this brat it was his day off so he went out to make breakfast hoping she liked eggs. He made four dippy eggs and some toast and sat some on her plate and then some on his own and ate still unsure what to do with the little girl. He opened up a laptop and began to use his backdoor sights that he found while investigating some really crooked people to learn more about the Manticore and how she was the best till she vanished. He did realize she spoke of the mafia and how she was going to use an uzi to increase his speed which he thought was insane to even believe she would use such a weapon with the fact she didn’t seem to carry one with her. He surely didn’t own and uzi.-

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo sat on high guard in the airport, his instinct telling him to get out of there. He had nowhere to go so he did something he hoped he wouldn’t regret. He took out his cell phone and dialed the number given to him by the Arcobaleno. He hit the call button as he checked his surroundings, letting it ring. He sipped at his drink as he waited for a possible response. He hid his rushed breath by using the coffee as a calming agent, not taking his eyes off of it even when he was checking around. He made sure to stay out in the crowds, so if something happened it would be noticed and cause a fuss. He knew no one typically wanted a racket, his patience chimed with every ring that would pass as he thought he could hear his own heart beating despite feigning calmness under pressure.

[Peridot]

[color color=#9900FF] Manticore smirked at the detective’s mistake, “Protege. It remains to be seen whether you’re a prodigy,” but accepted the kind gesture of the blanket. While he went off into his own room, Carmen shape-shifted into a sleeping bag with a soft inside but an exterior of hard scales. The young illusionist clambered in and dozed off into a deep slumber, trusting the pangolin to keep a good lookout for danger. The scaly sleeping bag reflexively curled up to form an intimidating and protective ball on the couch.

The young girl was up early in the morning, taking the time when her student was asleep to plan out a lesson program and to arrange a meeting over Skype with some of the bigwigs from Caribou Coffee using Carmen as a tablet computer. It was about time she bought out these competitors now that Costa Coffee would no longer be interfering in America but continuing its expansion abroad. Plus, she wanted Starbucks to start using those comfy plush chairs and the nice relaxed furniture prevalent in Caribou Coffee shops. She closed her PangoPad and let Carmen return to her natural form. Manticore hopped up to take the runny eggs and toast. The pangolin didn’t need much food compared to a normal animal of her species, but the Arcobaleno resolved to hide some candy or sugary treat in a corner of the apartment when Leon wasn’t looking in hopes of encouraging an ant infestation.

“You have a lot of time to kill today if you’re making eggs,” she commented between mouthfuls. A wicked glint shown in her yellow, predatory eyes. “Is it your day off, or are you skipping work?” She already knew the answer but just wanted to confirm it before his training began in proper.

Really, if Leon had time to look up her on the internet, then he had time to investigate the mafia bosses which might be coming after him. The information online would be limited at best to her escapades as a thief stealing precious valuables from the most powerful of mafia families around the 1950s and disappearing without ever getting caught. She never sold any of the jewelry, most of it was still hiding in her treasure cache, so none of the stolen goods ever resurfaced on the black market although plenty of counterfeits and knock-offs did. Suddenly, the string of robberies ceased and the name of Manticore vanished into obscurity. Manticore would be very surprised if he could uncover any information about her method for committing the robberies or her more personal reasons behind the thefts.

She’d wait for him to respond before commenting in a calm tone of voice. “I’m going to go the restroom. When I come out, I will shoot you with the Uzi I hid there until either you are dead or I run out of bullets. Do whatever you need to do to not die.”

With that, Manticore placed her empty dishes in the sink and calmly headed towards the bathroom. It was a lie of course, since she had not hidden the Uzi inside his bathroom at all. Instead, she was going to use an illusion Uzi to give the man a good scare, simulating the sound and trajectory of the bullets. She’d even add fake bullet holes and damage to his furniture to keep up the realism of the scenario. Whether he noticed that the bullets fired out of the gun were fake or managed to successfully avoid getting hit, Leon’s reactions would give Manticore a good idea of his current abilities.

“Alright, Carmen. We’ve given him enough time. Let’s see what he does,” Manticore commented, about to turn the doorknob and exit the bathroom when all of a sudden, the 8 bit sound of Brahms’ Hungarian Dance No. 5 rang out from her pangolin companion’s mouth. The Arcobaleno turned with surprise, not expecting a call but held her hand out. Carmen transformed into a cell phone and landed into Manticore’s hand.

“Ciao, this is Manticore speaking. How may I help you?”

[/color]

[Silver]

The cops continued to look around and declined the drink as she strained her water and smiled. “I was with my Sensei all night then about 1am I walked home I stopped by a Seven-Eleven to check my balance then came back here and started to play video games I was actually as you can see in the middle of making breakfast. Sorry its nothing amazing just a little broke tell I get paid in a couple days.”

The cops looked to her and shook their heads. “Did you go through the park?”

She shook her head. “Nope I should be on every traffic camera from the garden to here. Also I have my receipt from when I checked my balance.” She pulled it out of her pocket and slapped it on the table.

They took it and looked. “Hum seems you were nowhere near the park during that time please forgive our intrusion.”

She nodded and walked them out closing the door behind them and locking up and then pulled out her tablet shifting her computer and UI back and shook her head and walked over to the sink. She finished making her beef ramen and then unlocked her computer room and walked in and flopped in front of one and started to check stock trends on one of the free computers thinking about investing finally. ”Microsoft is always a good call. Maybe I should invest in big pharma since people are always sick.” She was tapping her finger on the desk then pulled her tablet out and started to make notes.

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo hid a smirk as he heard Manticore’s voice on the other end. He spoke firmly, “Manticore, è Bell’uomo. (Manticore, it’s Bell’uomo.)” He tried to not convey his urgency to those around him, talking as if it was a normal call of a foreigner to home or the sorts. “Devo chiederti un favore. È molto urgente. Sicario sentiva che prima di me, ma vi è il pericolo che correvano a ovest. Sono presto per salire su un volo di ritorno. Quando si ha il tempo, rompere in casa mia e rubare le chiamate che si trovano nella casella bello in un posto molto evidente. (I need to ask a favor of you. It is highly urgent. Sicario sensed it before I did but there is a danger running around in the west. I am soon to get on a flight home. When you have the time, break into my home and steal the calls that are in the nice box in a very obvious place.)” He glanced at his surroundings and spoke in an oddly calm tone, “Non so se ci parleremo di nuovo dopo questo. (I don’t know if we will speak again after this.)” He took a deep breath and waited for response. He sipped at the coffee and said ‘accidentally’ loud enough to hear, “Questo caffè è buono. (This coffee is good.)”

[Peridot]

[color color=9900FF] Manticore listened intently to the mafia boss’ voice on the other side of the phone. She could tell from the way he resorted to speaking in Italian and his general tone that he was worried about others listening in on their conversation. Unfortunately, while her illusions were enough to trick whoever was listening directly to her, it would be very difficult and nigh impossible to manipulate the perception of those she couldn’t see listening in on the conversation. She was unfamiliar with the name Sicario, but the who did not matter for this conversation. What did matter was whatever this so called “danger” in the west was. That he would contact her with such desperation, tail tucked in between his legs boded ill. It was clear Bell’uomo didn’t have much time, so she resolved to be as quick and brief as possible in case he suddenly had to terminate the call.

“Capisco, Mortelupi. Io recuperare la scatola in casa appena possibile non parliamo mai più, sapere che, a prescindere, io continuerò a cercare l’assassino. … Che non dovrebbe avere succedere.if avete bisogno di qualunque altro favore, basta chiedere.”

I understand, Mortelupi. I will retrieve the box in your home as soon as possible.” She would have to decide what to do with the naive detective she adopted, but that would be another matter. Manticore did not like the idea of leading Leon not only directly up against the mafia and an unknown threat that spooked even Mortelupi if she could help it. It would need looking in to, that’s for certain. “If we never speak again, know that regardless, I will continue to search for the assassin. …That never should have happened.” Bell’uomo commented loudly about the coffee, perhaps to trick any eavesdroppers, but it clued the Arcobaleno that he was getting coffee at an airport. She check video surveillance on the way to Bell’uomo’s home, to monitor the Starbucks cafe in that region and try to detect any malignant person or lurking hitman which might have spooked him. “If you need any other favor, just ask.” [/color]

[Cain]

-Leon smiled at her question”Im on my day off the same with tomorrow though hopefully we can get to the bottom of all of this before then, and I hope whatever training you think you’ll be doing in my home better be able to fix as im simply renting this place I don’t own it”. He wasn’t sure what to do when she went into the bathroom so he began to look around but he rubbed his temple thinking this was hopeless, He sat down and thought about his plan if she were to really have an uzi in there which he believed to be a false statement but everything she said seemed to be the truth and that bothered him that she didn’t seem to have any reason to lie about this either. He walked over to his safe and spun the dial a few times and it opened revealing his weapons the one he thought to grab was the shotgun but he looked back at the door and spotted something which made him smirk. He closed the safe and locked it once more before he walked into his bedroom and dumped out his dirty clothes onto the floor and decided to wait. He was now standing with his side to the door so that when she came out of the bathroom she would not seem him without having to take two steps out of the bathroom which was when he would slam the clothes basket around it. It was made of steel and with its small size it was tall enough so she would be able to still stand but not wide enough for her to be holding up a weapon meaning her arms would be forced to her sides. He was ready to strike though he thought he heard her talking to someone and it sounded important but he couldn’t make out what they were saying which bugged him even more. Leon didn’t like that this little girl had come to him for help but seemed to be the one in charge. He wanted to throw the door opened and ask what she was doing but he felt if the call was important he didn’t want to interrupt He would merely ask later. He was ready to spring the trap the moment she walked from the door and he would have a smile on his face for outsmarting this little child.-

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo was more than relieved that Manticore seemed to be taking it as seriously as he was. He decided to leave one more thing to say before he hung up, “Grazie mille, Manticore. Spero che otterremo di nuovo a parlare. Se si riesce a trovare un pacchetto per ciò che è in quella scatola, dare loro fuori. Se non, basta tenerli al sicuro. (Thank you so very much, Manticore. I hope we will get to speak again. If you can find a pack for what is in that box, give them out. If not, just keep them safe.)” With that he hung up and tried to take another sip of what he’d bought, finding it was gone. He sighed and took it to the trash but decided to get more despite the urgency, it was rather calming. He walked back to get into line, he still had some time before he had to get on the plane. He looked at the canister-ed drinks and this time, grabbed a vanilla. He figured if someone was following, they’d assume he’d get a mocha. He also made sure to grab it from the back of the grouping. He paid for it and this time sat near the Starbucks, able to keep his eye on his gate and the area around him. He made sure to sit right in view of all the possible security cameras he could, being in a blind spot could be the end.

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In an unknown part of the Americas, a male of five foot three walks up through rows of men bearing blindfolds and shotguns. The man himself is forced to wear a blindfold, making his blonde hair stick up over it. He felt his toes tap the point of which tells him to stop. He kneels before an unknown boss that he’d worked with for several years. He carefully waited as an array of unknown voices asked to him, “What is it you seek to share?”
The man took a shaken breath and said, “One of the accountants found a unregistered expenditure of five dollars across three or four accounts.”
“Three or four?” The voices answered again in unison, causing the man to shake and hesitate.
“Four,” The man spoke firm this time, hoping to not receive punishment.
The voices were silent for a moment, making the man uneasy. He began to feel hands removing his blindfold, typical of something he’d felt before. As his eyes began to see the world, he could only tell that it was not right. the room he knew to hold chairs and people had appeared to be a vast and dark wasteland with the door standing in the middle of nowhere behind him. He saw the men blindfolded beside him all holding what appeared to his eyes to be living things, their blindfolds bloody and dripping. This made the man all the more uneasy and as he looked forward again, he saw a large creature bound with scales. The hardened flesh was a midnight blue with a lime sheen, the creature sported blood red eyes and fangs that were ready to pierce flesh. The man’s fall for the illusion only worsened with the regal attire the creature wore, dark reds and blacks, frilled and highly decorated with lace and the like. It’s nails touched his chin, he could feel it and the lightest quiver made blood run down. He could never get used to this illusion. The voices came from the single creature, “Fix it.”
The man nodded and he rose, running for the door. They slammed behind him and he could only pant, hating that they always did that. He strode to a central hub and pressed a button, speaking into it, “Trackers 1, 9, 23, and 56, track the pulling of the $20 over the four accounts. Assassins and Hitmen, prepare to move, it should only take them a few minutes…”

[Silver]

Amy sat at her computers and pulled her tablet out and set it beside her as she worked on looking through the stock exchange. She kept glancing over at her tablet as the hack was working. She reached over and tapped the halt button which cut the feed. she hadn’t gotten everything she was after but it would be enough for a few months. “I need to quit taking such high risks I blow through to much money for having no recorded job.” she was talking to herself and got up and walked over and checked her off shore accounts and nodded. “So only 4 grand has made it out so far. Well if I keep enough to survive for the next week the rest will be put into stocks as the rest filters in I will keep a look at everything.” With a sigh she shook her head. “Oh well guess I will go to bed.” Pushing back and sliding away from the computer leaving the computer chair roughly about the center of the room she got up and flipped a switch killing the power to the room and she walked away and smiled leaving her computers running and connected to her upstairs neighbors wifi. she then snagged her tablet and walked out heading through the apartment to the other bedroom. She had left her ramen untouched in the computer room and flipped down on her king sized bed laying atop her tablet.

Drifting to sleep she dreamed of a day where she wouldn’t have to worry about money or having to survive off scraps that where stolen. she tossed and turned as the dream turned to her dieing alone in an ally forgotten and with no legacy to speak of.

[Peridot]

[color color= #9900FF] Manticore frowned at the fatalistic tone of the mafia boss as he said his farewells. She really would have to go get that box today, if he was so worried. She’d wrap this training session up quickly, and if Leon passed then maybe she’d take him sight-seeing in D.C or something to see the scene of the crime if that would help him any in the investigation. Having given Leon more than enough time, Manticore formed an illusion Uzi and grabbed onto the doorknob. Carmen squeaked in warning that Leon was lurking just outside the door, which made Manticore smirk. The detective had spirit and brains enough to take her threat seriously, then. Sending Carmen out first just wasn’t her style, so the Arcobaleno decided that it was time to play a mind game with her young protege.

The door opened inward cautiously, the hinges squeaking slightly in protest and revealing for all intents and purposes an empty bathroom. With a soft huff of exertion, the child dropped down from the doorknob onto the floor of the bathroom and took up an Uzi, wielding it with some amount of practiced skill before stepping around from behind the door and exiting the bathroom.

When Leon sprung his trap, Manticore dodged to the left only to bump up against the inner side of the laundry basket and land back on the floor, inside the make-shift little jail cell. The Uzi fell from her grasp and landed quietly on the ground while the edges of the metal laundry basket appeared to slice straight through the dropped illusion weapon.

A moment afterwards, another Manticore stepped out from the bathroom, having hidden in one of the ceiling panels. The Arcobaleno had a pleased smirk on her face as she surveyed the scene before her. A second Uzi lay cradled in her arms, but the child wasn’t pointing the weapon directly at Leon and instead kept it in a resting position. “Well done, it seems you’re taking this seriously. That was a fairly resourceful way to deal with my doppelganger.” The two year old girl trapped under the laundry basket grinned, “Chuu~!!”

Manticore grinned, “The intended target of the attack asked me to take care of some business in Washington D.C, the city where the assassination occurred. It’s clear you can handle yourself quite well. Would you like to come with me or do you have business here?” [/color]

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo could feel his senses begin to calm, taking off the edge but he stayed wary. He felt even if his senses closed off that he couldn’t relax yet. He checked over the vanilla in his hand, finding no breaks and cracking it open just like her did with the mocha one. The lid popped to his satisfaction but he again drank it carefully. His nerves were quelled for the moment and he could take some time to enjoy what he had in his hand. He looked at the security cameras, looking for the tell tale signs that they were on. He saw the ones that he was trying to stay in sight of were on, he supposed they were on a different system as all the others were off. Someone was really trying to get him. He was persistent in staying in the view of the security around the Starbucks, hoping that just leaving the area for a moment wouldn’t be his death. He kept sipping at the vanilla despite someone sitting down in front of him in regular attire. “Non è come un boss di uscire allo scoperto con il suo vestito migliore. (It isn’t like a boss to come out in the open with his best dress.)” The man spoke casually and sat with him with his own coffee. To Bell’uomo’s relief, he was still in sight of the security camera.
“E ‘a differenza di un killer per sedersi e prendere un caffè con il suo obiettivo. (It is unlike a hitman to sit and have coffee with his target.)” Bell’uomo spoke to the man and took in the details he could. The man was wearing a yellow baseball cap, pulled down to shade the eyes. With their tint in the darkness they were either green or blue. His hair was hidden by a hood over the cap, it must have been short for it to stay under. The hoodie was orange, an unusual color choice just like the cap and then to wear a pair of blue jeans was even odder. This hitman couldn’t of been any more conspicuous and yet no one seemed to notice him.
“Non sei un obiettivo per il momento più. (You are not a target for the moment anymore.)” the hitman sat his fresh brewed coffee on the table and ran a finger around the lid, green gloves making an odd noise, “E ‘solo che non voglio perdere tempo con il nuovo obiettivo. (I just don’t want to bother with the new target.)”
Bell’uomo saw this one was more than willing to talk but before he could ask any more questions, not a sound came out as a bullet passed through the hitman’s head from the side. Bell’uomo stood up and did what a normal human would do and screamed at it, causing an uproar. Other people turned to see the death and screamed and ran, Bell’uomo then cleared his throat and used the panicked crowd as a means of moving onto the nearest just leaving plane. He got in right before the door was closed and found an unused seat. He didn’t even know where the plane was going, but what choice did he have at the moment.

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The men designated to track the odd activity used their location settings and followed the bouncing money. They locked onto the computer just as it shut off. The four threw the addresses at one another for comparison to assure they’d tracked down the same person, the addresses matching as they sent it to the hitmen and assassins that were standing by. One of the technicians noted that one of the hitmen approached the former target, they pressed a button to signal one of the others nearby to take that hitman out. They were in the security at the time and saw how the reaction happened but lost sight of their target as he made the crowd panic. They knew they could find him again later, but now the trained killers were gathering and setting up around the designated apartment and waited until the target moved. That was when the trigger would get pulled from as many angles as possible. If that didn’t work, they lined men up in the hallway with uzis. They kept some men in the airport, though, hoping to retrack the old target once the new one was taken out.