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Nemaz played on the piano as the men murmured amongst himself. About this man on the piano. A woman walks onto the stage. Very pretty, with red hair tied in a bun and a red dress. Nemaz scoots over and she takes over for him as her hands touch the keys and Nemaz gets up and faces the crowd.
They get a very good look at Nemaz’s middle aged face. His dark skin, his short neatly tied dreads. His green eyeds. A long scar along the side of his right cheek from being grazed by e bullet and evading it a few years back pre-enhancement. Firefly stands idly in front of the stage his gun lowered.
Nemaz lights a cigarette. “Good evening gentleman…and gentlewomen.” There are a very small number of females in the crowd. But they are there. “Thank you for joining me so promptly on this late night in our fair gotham. Nemaz lights a cigarette and smokes it. “You have all been called here because you in some way have demonstrated skills and or qualities that put you ahead of most of Gotham’s criminals. Your the one’s who I know of, whom excel in what you do. Whether it be as a hired gun, a fighter, hacker, dealer, repoman, I feel you could be making more under my new wing.” Nemaz inhales smoke and he looks among st the crowd.
Exhale. “Let’s get to the point. I am the one who has incited this war. Many gangs are already aware of this. I’ve run out the Odessa crime mob. Mostly. They work for me. Any firearm of any kind that comes into Gotham, now comes through me.” People start to murmur against themselves “This guys bluffin'” One says “Dis nigga can’t be serious” “he ain’t forreal is he?” A person in the crowd his up and pulls out a gun which Nemaz shoots out his hand with a pistol he drew with superhuman speed. “GAH” The man’s hand bleeds and there is smoke coming from Nemaz’s M1911 “Sit. Down.” “Did you see him draw?” “Brah, all I saw was the gunshot.”
The man sits clenching his hand angry. “I am well aware some of you have affiliations. Now. I won’t force you to join me. In fact. For those who are affiliated. I’d like you to send out my message. Get down. Or lay down. Once my expansion is complete, I won’t guarantee everything will be the same. It won’t be. But much of it will. I am giving the chance to be a part of that. However, it won’t be easy. I’m sure you all know there is not enough money to go around. The more experienced of you are aware that there is always a catch.”
Nemaz inhales smoke as he picks up his Barret XM107. He loads it with 25 mm grenades. “Others have as I planned found out about my escapades. Many of the gangs have gathered and are all coming. Here.” The room gets louder as Nemaz continues, smoke exhaling from his breath. “What you do from here is your choose. You can run, leave. Fight your way through. And go back to wherever you call home. I know all of your names. In your accounts and in cash at your homes. Check both. You will find $75,000. Survive the night and make it through. And its yours complimentary. Those left will who are interested will be contacted. And if you are still interested told where to assemble. Inhale. Exhale “Have a good night.”
People shoot up from there seats pulling out guns and weapons. “Wooh finally!” Firefly exclaims “Just like we planned right?” He says to Nemaz. “Yes.” He replies. Nemaz exchanges a glowing jar with him. Firefly gives Nemaz a special knife. “Just what the doctor ordered” Fire fly says as Nemaz takes the knife. A few guys start lugging a large gun. An M2 Browning .50 cal. Compared to the average assault rifle’s 9 lbs. And the Barret’s 25 lbs. This gun weighed 125 lbs + loaded.
They asssemble the gun and Nemaz goes to the front lugging the gun with him along with his XM107 on his back. He walks forward as cars approach from all sides. Some people exit through the sewers and alley ways, others are trapped and forced to stay with the fight. Nemaz has the front of the longue and walked 100 feet away from it. They let him rent the place out for the night. Was only polite he he kept the fight away from there. A car speeds forward right at Nemaz. “Fuck this. I’m not stopping to confront this man. I’m just gonna run him over.” Nemaz throws down a mine small mine about the size of a throwing star. It arms a few moments after
There is a bright flash as it explodes. The car seems to be gone. However it is seen a few seconds later landing from a 50 feet in the air in a flaming heap behind Nemaz. The rest of the cars stop thinking there may be more mines layed out.. Nemaz looked all the way at about 125 on the front. People aim their guns at him, guns they bought from him. Some of them are even wearing kevlar armor with ceramic inserts. As Nemaz picked his targets he noticed they tended to stand out the most. They must have felt very invincible. Able to take hundreds of pistol bullets. People shouted at Nemaz as he acquired targets his visor revealing everyone. Nemaz’s boots stuck him to the ground, like a spider. “Your dead now fuck!” “Little man with a big gun!” “Let’s just kill his ass already.” “Well?” Nemaz says “I’m right here….” He says. Someone shoots Nemaz. *Clank* The bullet bounces off helmet…
Gotham a lot of people woke up that night. It was so hard to sleep with the sound of a few hundred guns being fired at once. GCPD was going to arrive in about two minutes. Some were already there. But it would not be wise for 20 or so cops to try and take on what on all sides amounts to about 350 people, not counting the people left in firefights. On Nemaz it was difficult for him to see. What with everyone firing on him. Nemaz stood there and wondered as bullets richotted about how in the hell superman saw through this crap as he shielded his face. Nemaz waited for a second and there were a lot of bullet holes all about the ground and walls as many men stopped to reload. They all fired at once. There were countless spent cartridges next to crooks with flatted bullets laying next to Nemaz. Nemaz decided since it has quieted down more on his side and it’s easier to see. He remembered when he first came into the city, how he remembered batman’s philosophy of fear. A news copter was there surprisingly quick. Having received a tip off. Just moments ago. Nemaz would like most of this caught on Camera
“My turn….” Nemaz says raising his Browning machine gun. This being a .50 caliber full automatic machine gun, one can imagine these criminals were not prepared to see what a gun like this did to a human being. The scene was pure carnage. None of them have ever seen so much blood. Any round that came into contact with a person killed them. The lucky one’s simply had their heads explode as the rounds shredded through whatever they could thought could cover them. People shot in their arm or leg, lost that limb and they were bleeding out. Some unconcious, others wide awake. The punks felt demoralized as they saw comrades missing limbs, some with large holes. Missing chunks. Some blown completely in half. Nemaz was not spraying or firing from the hip. 8 or so thugs went down every second. Nothing provided them with protection. Not their armor. Not cars. Not hiding in an alley. Because at this range they didn’t have anything that could stop the rounds. On the battlefield this would go through most armored vehicles, APCs, helicopters, parked jets, anything short of a heavily armored tank. Nemaz deliberately let a few people live.
It was quiet as Nemaz fired off all 250 of his rounds. There were but 15 thugs left over the course of those 15 or second spree. He dropped his the browning simply for one of his men to pick up as he advanced forward pulling out his sniper. Nemaz wondered to himself I wonder how firefky is doing . He looked back and saw fire blazing.
“HO yeah!” Firefly was having a good time. Blowing away 20 or so thugs with a single grenade super explosive grenade as he flew through the air out of reach. It shattered windows. Near by. It’s a good thing most people in this area were long gone or hiding in basements. He made sure to use fires that water was actually capable of putting out. He didn’t want to burn Gotham down, or more so. Nemaz did not want firefly to burn Gotham down. Any of Nemaz’s men who were helping soon understood their role. It was to support firefly. Scarred corpses.
A venomed thug from a rooftop jumped at firefly and firefly drew his vibration knife rather quickly and flew at him, cutting him as he flew past.
“This is taking too long.” Nemaz said. They have about a minute before GCPD shows up. With about a hundred men left. Nemaz aimed the XM107 rifle. He shot a grenade. Fins ejected from the round as it homed into it’s target of 50 or so thugs. The round explodes midair killing 50 men at once. Liquifying a venomed thug near the blast. And another is thrown back from the blast. *CRASH* He goes through 6 walls before he ends up in a woman’s apartment knocked out by the blast. The rest of the thugs are smashed against the wall and killed instantly, or sent a 20-70 feet away. Depending on how close they were to nanothermite superexplosive blast.
Nemaz saw a GCPD helicopter approaching. At this point with a few hundred dead, the rest of the thugs retreated. “Firefly.” Nemaz said from atop a rooftop. “We’re done here.” “Aw man.” Firefly hovers over to Nemaz. “Fine. Don’t get caught by the cops. See ya around.”
Firefly flew away at high speeds. Nemaz’s helmet flashed with data. He watched the Golden dragons run away. Nemaz specified they not be killed. 3 GCPD helicopters surrounded Nemaz. “Drop the weapon!” Nemaz his wrist mounted grappling device at a copter. It sticks to the tail of one chopper. Then yanked it hard enough to send it spinning around and out of the way. Other copters backed away as the pilot tried to gain control and eventually he did. Guns were a lot more efficient then punching people, unless you were the flash. Nemaz didn’t showcase his strength often, so that it would come as a surprise to his aggressors.
There a disortion in the air as Nemaz’s jet uncloaks. The two passenger jet was a modified 6th generation F-38. More advanced then conventional jets. Distinguishing features. Are it’s VTOL like configuration allowing it to hover steady in the air. The fact that it is able to cloak itself from any frequency of electromagnetic radiation, including visible light rendering it invisible, X-Rays, radio waves and infrared. What seemed strange about the jet is that it has synthetic muscle in the wings, made of metal rubber. This makes the jet much more maneuverable and flexible as it could flap it’s wings, like a bird.
Nemaz runs and jumps at least 10 feet into the air as GCPD fire at the jet and hi. Nemaz lands in the cockpit. Their bullets doing nothing as they had nothing strong enough to pierce it on their person. Pistols, shotguns, assault rifles and SMGs.
Nemaz flies off and the jet, being well, a jet, is too fast for a police helicopter to catch. The jet quickly accelerates and after it some distance away, cloaks. Nemaz is gone as quickly as he came. Others blend themselves seemlessly into the crowd panic by the aftermath. There were crater from explosions in the street. Bullet holes. And most vaingloriously fire. Fire that could be put out by water, but fire all the same. Firefighters arrived and quickly began to put them out. In the seven or so minutes that event took place, it looked like there was war there. The opposition had survivors. Criminals or not. Paramedics stilled aided them. They were still human beings and most of the ones who were injured were in critical condition. Bones shattered. Gun shot wounds. Missing limbs. A few missing portions of their head. Internal organs ruptured by blast waves. Deafness from explosives. The list went on as emergency services all swarmed the area. Overall there were civilians wounded. However, not many. Word on the street traveled fast and the people of Gotham were wise of what to do in during something like this. Hide. A basement was the safest place. Nemaz did not want civilian casualties. And had his small group of men dress up as emergency personnel and make most people leave. However, there was one woman trapped in her basement. And about 3 people shot. One dead.
Nemaz, wherever he was. Did not look back.
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SR looks at the doors of the lab and opens them. Forcing them open with his hands. He doesn’t notice the pulse. However, he hears a multitude of explosions above. SR walks over to tthe lab door and forces it open. Then he walks over to the door to the shaft and opens it. He looks up the shaft and crouches. Then jumps up the entirety of the shaft.He grabs the edge as he reaches the door to the top floor. It already opened and walks over to the window to look outside. He sees the destroyed remnants of what appears to be drones and he leans forward as if trying to get a closer look to verify. Then stands up and turns around too look at Cassandra. He is not effected by the EMP.
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Name: Eric Bradly
Age: 25
Location: Apartment downtown
Profession: Police officer
Alive: Yes.
Appearance: Young relatively fit Caucasian man with short short black hair. Often in uniform. Wears white shirt and jeans others wise in civilian clothes. -
“Hmm. I dunno. We never been close I’d say. I’m not particularly the religious type. Why do you ask?” Elliot asks as he then drinks his rum while he listens.
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“Huh.” Either this girl is crazy or not a hapless victim. Still. It seemed needed more help then she did. Jason figured he’d better follow and stop from potentially bashing the man’s skulled in into his brain. Hell, if the guy deserved Jason will watch.
If things get ugly and he perhaps luring her into a trap, Jason will be there. Either way. Jason was running along the rooftops following this weird chick.
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SR wandered for some time rather absent mindedly, then he heard her request. He listened and went off to go find this strange thing she has requested. Circuit board. In front of his eyes he looks his own schematics. He looks to see if he might have one. And he does. Implanted in a very small region in his brain. It was about half the size of a grain of sand and was more powerful than most earthly technology. He stood upright and walks about. The fog surrounding him.
He used it to precisely manipulate small objects around him mostly. Although it had many interesting combat applications. A damaged drone levitated in front of him. SR stares at as he dissemmbles it. Each part and piece undamaged floating ambient. SR sees a circuit board and isolates it. SR proceeds to leave and scavenges through other damaged machinery. Generally old computers. By by part levitates toward SR and surrounds him in a neat circle as he disassembles them all in seconds without ripping. He wads through internal parts floating through the air and gathers every circuit board he sees in his fingerless hands.
SR’s hands lacked fingers as they were more intended to be bludgeoning weapons. They were squarely shaped like a fist. With the front “knuckles” being armored with metal plates on reinforced composite nanomaterials. The underside of his hand contained devices somewhat like hairs like a gecko’s, with an underlying metamaterial. Allowing him at will to produce an amplified “Van Der Waals” force, the same geckos used to stick walls. Allowing him to grip something into the underside of his “hand” if he so wished to climb any surface or he finds his fog somehow damaged. It also in his feet, allowing him to more easily run up walls and climb.
With around 450 lbs of machinery floating in the air he sets them in a pile. After that, the fog seems to disappear into thin air rather then go back into SR. Then walks over with eventually every circuit board in the room stuck to his hands and places before Cassandra. He is about to turn around, but then, his glowing visor is locked upon the glowing Kryptonite. He detects its radiation levels. Though it does not bother him. He stares at it from distance as the woman who resembles his masters seems to be using it. He had nothing much to do, and crouched on all 4s. He stands idly by. Listening intently for ambient sounds. Watching the woman assemble something.
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(Optional song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qxqv0RJXkgs )
Nemaz is out and about days later. Gang violence has been on the rise. Just like Nemaz thought. The war needed fuel, so Nemaz got into the arms trade. After “convincing” the others to leave the business, Nemaz monopolized it. He was making a huge profit from marketing his arms. With some 3D printers he himself and some raw materials. He can make the products cheaply and sell them to the market.
Nemaz takes his scope and aims it at his target. Of course….Nemaz did not sell them the high end weapons. Not equipment like his. He sold snipers. But nothing as large as .50 caliber. Just enough to put neat little holes in people. Nemaz sees GCPD is having a hostage situation right in the middle of the street. A man is holding a woman at gunpoint. The man backs into an alley and Nemaz looks at him through the wall. There is a boom as fires. The bullet cuts through the wall and goes through the man’s head, it exploding. His grip loosens and he falls and hits the floor. The woman painted with blood and a little brainmatter is frozen as she stares at the heaadless man bleeding to the floor. She is too frozen to scream as police rush in.
“A cleanup crew.” Nemaz thinks “Is that all GCPD is? I remember there was a time when emergency services were effective. At least moderately.” Nemaz takes out his phone. Watching crime among-st the street. “And these people. Punks. Huh. Mostly. A few of them seem capable.” Nemaz has narrowed down a list.
Nemaz now would like to take Gotham’s underworld. For himself. Money was power, and who was he taking it from? Criminals? Killing or busting a common crook is like destroying a cell of a body. Killing a common crook when unnecessary wasn’t going to make the city better.
Nemaz begin to ramble to himself about philosophy. The people are still going to rely on heros to come and save. To solve all their problems. To answer their cry for help. Nemaz couldn’t understand why no one. No one at all. Decided to kill all the big time criminals. Like the joker. How many lives was he worth? Did batman just put him in jail so that he could free him again? Deliberately. Nemaz paused as he saw something on the screen. “It all makes sense now.”
Nemaz was beginning to connect everything….the affiliations. What Nemaz sees on Cameras, is a cop being paid off to look the other way. This cop just walked away from a meth lab. Nemaz goes to a search engine and finds through all the years, since Gotham’s beginning, most of GCPD has been corrupt. He searches…and searches. At this point sitting on the roof connecting his phone with helmet as he goes through web page after web page.
The most who seemed to get anything done at all, was long dead. Commissioner Gordon…it all makes sense. Batman worked only with Gordon. This was known enough. Why? Because Gordon was not corrupt. He was noble. Straight. That is why batman worked with him. He must not have liked the rest of GCPD. Is that GCPD’s legacy? Years and years of corruption? It’s like if a crook was a cell, and Gotham was the body.
That gotham had cancer. Nemaz got up. These revelations enforced a feeling of there being absolutely no hope for this city. If GCPD. People who could operate in ways that heros are not trained to. To track. To watch over where one man could not be. Then what was the point of being a hero? This seemed like Gotham was a body too sick to repair. Nemaz decides, he may as well, become a necessary evil of this city.
He had a plan. He was going to become a murderer, an arms dealer, a drug lord and a gang boss. And what he will do may perhaps save more lives then most people have saved in years. It will also make him more rich, more powerful then he has ever been. Because there is no criminal at all in this city to challenge him.
Nemaz walks away from the rooftop. He watches the 4 total gang shootouts going on at once. Bloods vs Crips. Dimitrov Crime Family vs Maroni crime family. The Hanoi ten vs both the Golden Dragons and Ghost Dragons. Penitente Cartel vs The Street Demonz biker gang.
The games have begun and now it is time for Nemaz to pick his team, he wanted only the most elite, competent thugs. He knew of one mercenary on the market he sought to hire. He could use his intimidation. Nemaz began to hack into Arkham’s security system remotely.
Later. Arkham asylum is on fire. Nemaz on a rooftop sees someone hovering down. The new firefly. Donning a higher tech armor and helmet. In high tech body armor. It is immune to conventional fire. Lined with a miracle substance dubbed starlite, it is capable of survive temperatures akin to the surface temperature of the sun, where as most conventional fires reach temperatures to only 500 F, or 1000F. Then sun being 10,000 F. Enough to melt any normal existing substance on earth. Padding is inside to dampen blows. A nanopolymered exterior in his mercenary like outfit worn over his flame proof suit capable of hardening on impact to protect from physical blows. Hi. His “triple threat” wrist mounted weapon, featuring a flamethrower, a Gamma ray Laser and plasma torch channeled along a ceramic blade with a coil in it, making it function like essentially a lightsaber, able to cut through most materials, all powered by nanobatteries stored in his textile within the padding of his lightweight suit.
In his hands were an assault rifle with a mounted flamethrower, with a heat shield. His mask was bug eyed, and very high tech. It granted him 360 degree vision. On his back was a jetpack, much like the previous fireflies. His feet and hands are capable of sticking to walls. He had a parade of other deadly weapons. Explosives. A high frequency serrated knife capable of cutting anything…. The man who stood before Nemaz could destroy a city in as little as a hour. Maybe less. But there was money and that.
This firefly was sadistic in a sense, he loved money, and to watch things burn. There is a phrase that goes “If you love what you do, you never work a day in your life.” If this is true, then this firefly does not grasp the meaning of the word, “work.” “I have a job for you…” Nemaz began.
Discreet messages were sent about. He decided to invite any metahuman interested whom Nemaz knew of. He had found out the woman by the name of “Banna” was dead. Oh well. She might have gotten in the way anyway. That electric kid already had shown his face. Nemaz remembered it perfectly.
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One by one they came. brawlers, hit men, hackers, ex special forces mercenaries, even a few small time crooks and metahumans. Nemaz sent the message. By note or phone. “You have been choosen. Come to the Iceberg lounge. And you’ll never have to stick up a bank or smash an ATM again.” And they were given a free pass for the longue. A meeting. At 1:00 am at night…as the rest of everyone else warred on this night.
Nemaz was sitting at the Piano with his Barret XM109 rifle resint against the piano, while Nemaz plays Moonlight Sonata, by Beethoven. Enhanced Cognitive abilities had their benefits.
He wanted to set a calm mood. Different people with different accents “…Why is this nigga wearin’ full fuckin’ body armor?” a thug says “I unno G.” he replies. Some people walk and simply stare not saying anything. “…Who the hell is this guy?” A thug comments. “I unno. But he packing some heat.” Another thug comments. “Is that an….anti tank rifle?” “I think so….” A thug confusingly replies.
The club is filling up. More and more people taking a seat. People chatting among themselves. “You no who this guy is?” “Not a clue….” Some sit alone at their own table.
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“I’m not to sure. Something happened. Something I can’t remember. All I can remember is there was a fight, and I got separated from me ship n’ crew.” His proper language often mixes with slang. “All started when I found this amulet.” I take out an emeralded stone. “Strange things started happening since I found it. Can’t remember much. All I remember is a fight with some thing or some things and then I washed ashore. Ship and crew nowhere in sight.” Elliot puts the amulet down and looks around. “But, I’d rather not talk about that” I look about the inn as I pick up and the rum and drink.
I notice the little girl. I then say “Where are me manners? Hello, young lass…” I say to the girl. “Forgot to greet you.”
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She is dropped as the fog then recedes back into SR. And dropped to the floor. SR walks to the door and shuts it. SR then walks on all fours and looks around the lab, in general.
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“Well, part of it was me choosing the sea.” The man starts. “Why, I believe that the sea choose me. It was the only place I seemed welcome. Wasn’t very welcome in the streets. Wasn’t very welcome in the country. Wasn’t very welcome at my first home. I had to go to the sea first. Before I could go to all those places. Twas the freedom it granted me. It’s vastness. Almost like it was calling out to me. No other life for the likes of me besides one at sea. Especially not one of nobility.” Dammit. I’m on a roll. What rhymes with nobility?
“Nope. I’ve lived that life. Not for me. The life for me is a life at sea.”
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A door slowly opens as there a man walks in seemingly tired. As if he just woke up. He walks casually. Not seeming to notice or pay mind to the fact the bar is empty with a rather tired face. His footsteps are heavy and he smells like salt. The middled aged man glances at the girl for a moment. Then his eyes wander to the bartender. He takes a seat at the bar. “Hello.” He sounds Spanish, but very proper. “…Might I have a drink?” Vas asks.
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Vas walks up to the table. He draws his sword *swipe swipe swipe swipe* He signs his full name. He puts his cutless away, looks forward, and walks.
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Name: Elliot “Vas” Pennyworth II
Appearance: A man in his Upper 30s. Has a Goatee and long black free hair. Wears A tricone hat. Black long sleeved trench coat like jacket with golden trim. He has a lot of thick leather armor under his jacket and wears black adorned clawed gauntlets. Two gun cutlasses at his side and a blunderbuss on his back are the only highly visible weapons. He is rather tall at 6 ft 2
Powers: No apparent supernatural powers.
Story: “No regrets.” From a noble background. He ran away from his wealthy noble man parents at the age of seven and stowed away on a ship. Where he met another pirate by the name off “Anne de L’eau.” It took some time, he was swabbing decks at first. However, after he demonstrated himself at a raid, having learned from watching his peers, he learned skills necessary for the sea. He became a great swordsman, a master marksman. He was very close to Ann. He inherited Ann’s ship after her passing, her giving it willingly over willingly in his will. He avenged her. And became legendary among the seas as a skilled, cunning and ruthless pirate. Just like the legendary Anne before him. He sailed many seas, and fought many cultures of enemies. From Westerners, Islanders, people of the far east, enemies of the mystical sort, monsters and countless more came upon an amulet one day. After an incident he no longer remembers, his ship and crew are missing. It has been some time, since this occurred. He does not know since when. He still has the amulet.
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SR walks out the room and next to it he sees the elevator. He puts his arms on it and forces the doors open he looks down the shaft and then jumps to the opposing wall sticking to the wall with his hands. He looks down the shaft as he turns, him having all 4 limbs on the wall as he looks down it. Then he essentially walks downward on the wall. The fog ensues Cassandra does not fall. It takes about a minute and a half as he reaches the bottom of the shaft. He opens the door and walks into the sub floors of the building. SR looking around cautiously as he walks.
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Jason while the kid pleas notices some yelling elsewhere in the alleys subconciously, however most of his attention is towards the kid. He looked at the kid oddly as he ran. Not realizing why he ran. “That was a sudden shift in…” Jason pauses. “No….” He pats his pocket. There is a hole. “How in the fuck?!” Jason is angered at first. But then he laughes lightly to himse;f. “Damn kid. Argh. I’ll let this slide. Heh. He got me. This time.”
Jason looked towards where he had heard the yelling from. He is there in time to see a well dressed girl storm off from a group of boys. Jason stroked. She had pole readied in her hand. Jason squinted a bit ‘Now what the hell is she doing?’ Jason tails her for a bit to see her confront something. And watches as she charges it.