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Name: John Miller
Carried
-Combat knife
-Firefly 9mm pistol
-KSM-25 submachine gun,
Safehouse
-Baseball bat
-KP-15 9mm pistol
-Kurok-2 six-shooter
-Dom's Renall 9mm pistol
-Renall 9mm pistol
-Sawed-off Rellington pump action shotgun
-Pulchosi-5 combat shotgun
-Ieron-7 submachine gun
-K-45 assault rifle
-KSR-20 "Longshot" sniper rifle
-K-5 rifle
Clothing: Brown leather jacket, gray hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes, black driving gloves.
Other: Fugitive from the police and vigilante. Working with Dominic Kaine to bring a halt to corruption.

John walked into his safe house and immediately locked his door with the several locks he had installed. He activated his primitive security system as well before hiding the several weapons he had received during his mission. The Ieron-7 submachine gun was inferior to his KSM-25, but the KP-15 was better than his Firefly in all respects except for the fact that it didn’t accommodate for a suppressor. He would fix that soon, but for the time being, he would use his Firefly.

He put a pot of soup on the oven and began looking over the documents. He was in luck, as quite a few of them were dossiers on "important" criminal figures in the slums. Listed were their aliases, their hangouts, and most had pictures and other statistics. John ate his soup as he went over the documents, and when he was done, he noticed how tired he was. He decided against going out to kill them while exhausted, and collapsed onto his bed.

Name: John Miller
Carried
-Combat knife
-Firefly 9mm pistol
-KSM-25 submachine gun,
Safehouse
-Baseball bat
-KP-15 9mm pistol
-Kurok-2 six-shooter
-Dom's Renall 9mm pistol
-Renall 9mm pistol
-Sawed-off Rellington pump action shotgun
-Pulchosi-5 combat shotgun
-Ieron-7 submachine gun
-K-45 assault rifle
-KSR-20 "Longshot" sniper rifle
-K-5 rifle
Clothing: Brown leather jacket, gray hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes, black driving gloves.
Other: Fugitive from the police and vigilante. Working with Dominic Kaine to bring a halt to corruption.

John Miller woke in the early hours of the morning as always. He had never needed much sleep. He made bacon and eggs, cleaned the plate, went to the bathroom, and got dressed in his usual attire. He concealed his knife, his Firefly, his sawed-off shotgun, and his SMG. He unlocked his door, walked outside, and stuck half a toothpick in the door as always before shutting and locking it. He walked down the stairs and into the street.

***

John was standing across the street from a large building, his hood up. He had been watching it for several hours, and he knew that Joe Bellin, a "sanctioned" arms dealer, was inside. He was simply waiting for the right moment, and the right place, to strike. Bellin had around seven guards inside, and based on the fact that he was an arms dealer, they were probably armed to the teeth. Bellin almost never left his "fortress", so John would have to break in. He continued watching for a while, and after around twenty minutes, a truck pulled up and stopped outside. The driver stepped out and John saw his chance. He looked up and saw that nobody was looking out the windows. He crouch-ran over to the truck as fast as he could and rolled underneath before grabbing on and pulling himself up. He waited for around two minutes, and the driver got back in and pulled the truck inside and turned into an empty space before stopping. The doors to the outside closed, and the driver stepped out.
"Whatcha got inside?" asked one of the guards.
"You know what the fuck I got, get it unloaded. I need to go take a shit!" yelled the driver.
Four of the building's seven guards walked over to the back of the truck and began unloading, and when all four were inside, John rolled out, took out his Firefly, and jumped around the back to see the four men looking inside the boxes. One turned and saw John.
"Oh shit!"
John pulled the trigger seven times, one of his bullets missed, and two hadn't been fatal. John closed the back of the truck and ran into the bathroom where the driver was enjoying a crap.
"Ah! Uhhhh..." grunted the driver inside one of the stalls.
Second person in two days I've killed while they're going to the bathroom...
John pulled out his knife and kicked open the stall door.
"Holy fu-!"
John jumped inside and stabbed the driver several times in the chest before cutting his throat. His blood flowed from the wounds and stained his shirt and jacket, and John felt a tinge of sorrow pass through him.
I could have let him live, I could have knocked him out, but then he'd be back on the street driving trucks again for the underworld. No, better to turn him into a pin cushion.
John closed the stall door and walked out of the bathroom with his pistol at the ready. Blood was dripping from the back of the truck, and somebody had noticed.
"Guys? Guys, this ain't funny! I know that's fuckin' juice or ketchup!" yelled a guy as he ran over to the back of the truck, he never found out if his friends were kidding or not, as he soon fell with a bullet in his brain. John took out his submachine gun and peeked around the corner to his right, seeing several rows of crates. He ran down one of the rows and saw a door marked "Rec-Room". He heard music and voices inside, and ran over. He attempted to listen, but all he heard were very bad lyrics to some crappy rap song. He opened the door quickly and sprayed bullets at the two men inside, who died before they could even react to the intruder. He also put a bullet in the boombox, just for good measure.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" screamed a man in the room marked "Manager's Office" as he grabbed his assault rifle, jumped behind his desk, and aimed his weapon at the door. John grabbed a body, shot the lock on the double-doors, and pushed it through before quickly jumping out of the way..
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" yelled the man as he began firing at the corpse, "DIE YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!!! DIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!"
His clip ran dry, and John jumped around the corner, unloading five bullets on Joe. He fell backwards against the wall and John ran forward before putting two bullets in his brain. He quickly went through the desk and Joe's body, taking anything he thought would be useful. He then took a picture of Joe's corpse before running out of the office, through the rec-room, and into the warehouse. Most of the crates contained pistols and submachine-guns, and thus were useless for blowing up the warehouse. With a sigh, he walked outside and down the street, making sure to lose any tails.

Name: John Miller
Carried
-Combat knife
-Firefly 9mm pistol
-KP-15 9mm pistol
-KSM-25 submachine gun,
-Ieron-7 submachine gun
-K-45 assault rifle
-Baseball bat
-Pulchosi-5 combat shotgun

Clothing: Brown leather trench-coat, fingerless leather gloves, a gray shirt, tan cargo pants, a kevlar combat-vest, a large weapon harness, several holsters, and a whole lot of firepower!
Other: Fugitive from the police and vigilante. Working with Dominic Kaine to bring a halt to corruption.

John was working on threading the barrel of his new pistol when he heard noises outside. He opened the curtains and looked outside to see a large group of mutant creatures running down the street.
"What the fuck?"
John walked over to his table where he had several weapons spread out. He put on his double breast holster and his leg holster, putting his Ieron and KSM-25 in his leg holsters and his KP-15 and his Firefly in his breast holsters. He also put on a kevlar vest with several ammo slots weaved onto it. He then put on his brown leather trench-coat and put on a harness-pack with three slots designed to hold larger weapons. He put his assault rifle, his combat shotgun, and his baseball bat through them, and put several clips of ammo for each weapon on his kevlar vest and in his trench-coat pockets. He also slid his combat knife into his kevlar vest's built in scabbard. He put on a pair of black fingerless leather gloves and ate a bowl of soup and some bread before pocketing the cell phone Dom had given him and a flashlight. While he was eating, he had turned on the News and found out that the lower levels had been sealed due to the mutant outbreak, and he knew it would be impossible to get up to the midlevels by normal means. He pulled out his assault rifle, ran down the stairs of his safehouse, and out the front door, leaving several of his weapons behind. He walked out into the street and scanned both ways, seeing scattered mutants in both directions. He went left, running down the street as he went. It was anarchy, well, more anarchy than usual as mutants chased women, men, and children through the streets, ripping their limbs from their bodies. Several of them attempted to run at John, and he raised his assault rifle, firing a short burst into each of them. He knew where he was going, he had used the building to enter the slums during his early night-time activities back before he was a fugitive. The Garasky Building had long been abandoned, and even in the mid-levels it was in one of the poorest sections. It was like it didn't exist to most people. John continued running down the street, shooting at random mutants as he ran and inserting fresh clips when the need came. Finally, however, he turned around a corner to see massive group of around thirty mutants around forty feet in front of him, and turned around to see around fifteen more gaining ground behind him. The buildings around him were barricaded, there would be no escape. He would kill his way out, or he would die. John began firing a torrent of bullets at the large crowd of mutants, the bullets cutting into their flesh.
"RAAAAGGHHH!" several screamed before the assault rifle went dry.
John knew reloading would take too long, and drew his combat shotgun. He turned to the mutants that had been approaching and fired twelve rapid shots, and the mutants fell to the floor as John dropped his combat shotgun. He pulled his two submachine guns from his leg holsters and began firing two torrents of bullets at the mutants who were now charging at him, around ten were left alive from the assault rifle's spray. They fell while running and slid on the cracked asphalt, and John looked around. No more were coming. John reloaded his submachine guns, holstered them, and did the same for his combat shotgun and his assault rifle. He kept his assault rifle out as he ran off through the slums.

***

There had been few mutant encounters after the big one, and none had more than nine at a time, which John was thankful for. He was also very glad that they had no weaponry and weren't very agile due to their growths. The Garasky building was mostly boarded up, but as before there were two boards missing from the bottom of the door that allowed John to crawl through. Once up from the floor, he placed his assault rifle in the harness and pulled out his KP-15 and his flashlight. He held his flashlight in his left hand and his pistol in the right as he walked through the building, ready to kill any mutant he saw. Luckily, he didn't see any, probably due to the boards out the front, and he soon reached the staircase. He had never used any of the three elevators, because by now they would probably be more deadly than the mutants. He began running up the stairs, and silently began cursing, knowing he had around thirty-five stories to go. He then slowed down to a walk, knowing he had no reason to run. If any mutants chased after him, he had a nice bottle-neck of a staircase to kill them in.

***

John reached the top quite out of breath and took a breather before opening up the metal emergency door. Seventy years ago, it would have set off an alarm, but now it was useless except to keep the mutants out, which is what John planned to do as he shut it and bolted it shut.
Why the hell did they put a bolt-lock on an emergency door? Seems strange to me...
John walked through the building and out to the doorway. Outside were several people, and John knew he'd never get his weapons out without a car. He pulled out the cellular phone Dom had given him and sent a text message to Dom.

Detective Kaine,
I'm at the Garasky Building in the mid-level ghetto and I need a ride. I'll explain when you get here.

John then sat down against a wall towards the inside of the building and waited. He had no idea how long it would take for Dom to get there, but he wouldn't leave his weapons behind.

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Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons:
Carried
-Braddock .45 pistol
-9mm Phantom Semi-Automatic Pistol
-Three Enforcer Pistols
-Typhosian Repeater SMG
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, and a tan overcoat.
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

Dom was still in his office watching the news when suddenly warning broadcasts began appearing on his computer.  It apparently was a message that only went to the detectives and somewhat 'important' individuals in the lower levels.  The face of the man in charge of the alarm appeared on the holo screen of Dom's laptop.
     "Attention! Large numbers of unknown mutant creatures are moving into the streets! Police forces have been ordered to fall back to the middle levels and seal the roads and other entrances.  You have exactly one hour to get as much of your belongings that you can and evacuate the lower levels immediately or else you will be sealed off as well!  After the one hour has passed, officers will be given orders to shoot anyone trying to break through the barriers!" said the man.  Dom froze for almost a minute before Martin barged into his office. 
     "Damnit Dom, we have to evacuate!" his partner yelled.  Dom cursed repeatedly as he began putting his computer into a backpack and ran to the armory.  Martin was already arming himself to the teeth while Farilor and Xarxes worked at making sure that all important documents were collected.  After Martin was finished arming himself, the two other men grabbed weapons and Xarxes handed Dom two pistols and a shotgun.  Farilor and Xarxes took two pistols and an assault rifle while Martin carried a submachine gun and a large number of pistols. 
     "Where is Hugo?" said Dom.  Almost as if his question was heard, Hugo's voice was heard outside.
     "Get away from me you f-cking pieces of sh-t!" screamed the detective as he unloaded a pistol clip into the bodies of some mutants surrounding him.  Only one remained standing after his gun emptied and it dove at him.  Hugo pulled out his knife and began wrestling with it on the ground.  It bit at him all over his arm until Dom and Martin put enough bullets in it to render it a pile of guts.  Hugo crawled to his feet and held his bloody arm close to his chest.
     "Get him some bandages!" yelled Dom.
     "We don't have time! We need to get out of here!" said Martin.  Xarxes ran back into the office and came back outside with some torn cloth that he tied around Hugo's arm.  Martin hopped into Dom's car with the keys and started it up. 
     "Everybody in!" shouted Martin to the other four men.  Everyone squeezed into Dom's car and Martin pressed the accelerator to the floor and they sped off down the street.  Chaos was everywhere.  Fires had begun starting all over the place as people who were not warned were panicking in the streets.  Several mutants dove at the car but were cut down by bullets from Dom and Farilor's weapons. 
     "Damnit! The roads are full of cars and debris! Hold on!" screamed Martin as he spun on the wheel and turned down another street.  They raced around for another thirty minutes before finally finding one of the main roads that led to the middle levels.
     "We are almost there!" screamed Martin as he pushed on the accelerator. 
     "The road is blocked up ahead!" shouted Xarxes from the passenger seat.  In front of them were piles of cars that had wrecked horribly in front of them.  Martin slammed on the breaks and they barely managed to stop.  Everyone piled out of the car and began running for the gates to the middle level that were just ahead.  Then the road groaned horribly.
     "Oh no...oh god no!" said Hugo as he pointed to the piles of cars that began causing the elevated road to sink downwards.
     "Sh-t! The road is gonna break!" screamed Farilor despite how useless the situation seemed.  The group continued running until they were just about to the gate.  Hugo fell to the ground behind the group and Dom stopped to get him.  Martin turned and saw the two behind him and cursed to himself.
     "I am supposed to be ready to kill this guy and here I am going back to help this nobody?" he thought to himself as he turned and went back to help Hugo.  Right as he reached Dom and the injured detective, the road gave out and crumbled.  Farilor and Xarxes could only watch in horror as the three men fell a couple dozen feet into the darkness below.
     "Dom! Hugo! Martin! No!" screamed Farilor as they disappeared.

***

Name: Bradley Cunningham
Weapons: 
-Short-barreled, pump-action Talek shotgun
-9mm Havok pistol
Clothing:  Navy blue t-shirt, khaki pants, grey topcoat
Other: Bradley is a man of mystery.  Little is known about who he is. 

*One Hour After Containment*
   
  Bradley and Sam moved through the broken office building in almost complete darkness except for the flashlight that Bradley had.  The smell of rotting flesh filled the air and Sam could not help himself but vomit, wipe his mouth with a sleeve, and then keep going.  The two found some stairs and began heading upwards.  They continued for almost thirty minutes until they found a body with bullet holes covering it.
    "This person wasn't a mutant, but he was shot..." whispered Sam.  Badley nodded and readied his pistol in his hand.  He peeked around the next corner and found several more bodies scattered around in grotesque positions on the floor.  The eyes and mouths of the dead were wide open in horror and surprise.  Bradley and Sam silently crept onwards until they came to a long stairway that led upwards.  Beams of light were coming from above them, but voices were heard approaching and they hid in the shadows. 
     "I don't think anyone else is coming.  Can we close the door now? The lower levels give me the creeps," said the first man.
     "Just five more minutes.  My aim is getting pretty good.  It only took me seven bullets for those last three people," said the second man.  Brad grimaced and realized that the shootings were not mistakes or accidental shootings.  He clenched his gun in his hand and then spun around the corner and began shooting.
     "What the fuc-" the second man started to stay before a rain of bullets tore through his body.  The first man began firing back before Sam's bullets perforated his body like it was made of butter.  The two men raced up the steps and gasped.  The two dead men were wearing police uniforms.
     "What is going on? The police were shooting at us?" asked Sam.  Bradley shook his head and took their guns.
     "I don't know what is going on, but we need to hide out for awhile.  Let's also close this door.  I don't want anything following us," said Brad.  They closed the large metal door after throwing the dead officers down the steps and went to hide out in the area.

***

Dom felt something vibrate in his pocket and found his phone lighting up in the darkness that surrounded him.  He opened it up and saw a message from Miller.
Detective Kaine,
I'm at the Garasky Building in the mid-level ghetto and I need a ride. I'll explain when you get here.
Dom sighed after reading the message.
     "Wish I could help you John, but I don't think I will be able to make it," he thought to himself.  He quickly typed a message back to Miller. 
"Miller.  Don't know where I am.  The damn Vanderbilt elevated road collapsed.  With Hugo and Martin."

     Dom climbed to his feet and winced when he felt his broken ribs send jolts of pain through his body.  He pulled out his flightlight but found that it had helped break his fall. 
      "or my back..." whispered Dom to himself.  He used his cell phone light to look around and found Martin laying on the ground nearby.  His head was bleeding and he was unconscious.  Dom then thought of Hugo and looked around some more, but found the young detective laying on the ground and wincing in pain.
     "Hey Mister K...is that you? I can't move so well right now..." said Hugo as he fought through the pain.  It looked like Hugo had a broken leg and arm, and Dom crouched by his side.  He then realized that Farilor had grabbed his computer bag that also had his first aid materials.  Dom swore and turned back towards Martin.  His partner was groaning and pulling himself to his feet, but fell back to the ground and held his head.
     "What was I thinking...? I could have avoided this completely..." Martin said to himself.  None of them knew where they were or how they had survived the long fall, but they could not even see daylight above them.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons:
Carried
-Braddock .45 pistol(Lost)
-9mm Phantom Semi-Automatic Pistol
-Three Enforcer Pistols(Lost two of them)
-Typhosian Repeater SMG(With Farilor)
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, and a tan overcoat.
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom received Miller's text and sighed with relief.  He finally found Hugo's flashlight and began looking around.  They were in a part of the city that had been underneath of the elevated road and the electric must have been out because the lights were not working.  Dom walked over to Martin and helped him to his feet.
     "Comon, you need to get over here with Hugo so I can protect both of you," said Dom as he winced through the pain of his ribs.  Martin didn't resist at all since he was barely aware of his surroundings.  Dom then found several pistols scattered around the area and brought them near where Hugo and Martin were at.  He handed Hugo a pistol for his good arm to protect himself if no one else could, and then Dom looked around for a safe place.  He saw a nearby apartment building that looked devoid of life and thought that it might work.
     "Martin, do you think you can stand?" asked Dom after several minutes.  Martin mumbled something and slowly crawled to his feet. 
     "Alright, we are going to carry Hugo CAREFULLY over to that apartment.  I think we can barricade ourselves inside if any mutants come by," said Dom.  Martin mumbled again and moved beside Hugo as him and Dom lifted Hugo up carefully so that his leg was not bothered much.  Despite being careful, Hugo screamed in pain as his leg throbbed and bolted as if it was on fire.  The two men slowly carried Hugo over to the apartment and then up to the second floor.  Dom then closed all of the doors to the building and stacked as much debris on the stairs as he could in a short time.  Then the three of them rested in one of the small bedrooms.  Dom then texted Miller.
     "In blue apartment near our location.  No mutants seen."

***

Farilor and Xarxes were panicking.  Their three superiors were suddenly gone and maybe even dead, and they were on the border of the lower and middle areas with police officers threatening them.
     "If you don't get over here right now, we are going to have to shoot you!" warned one of the officers at the gate.  Farilor turned to the officer and flipped him off.
     "Our three bosses just fell! We need to get help!" pleaded Farilor.  The several officers that were at the gate showed little sympathy.
     "Look, we cannot risk a rescue operation.  We don't have the man-power to do such a thing and those mutants are spreading quickly.  We also have orders to shoot anyone who isn't on this side of the gate within the next five minutes, so get over here now!" warned the head officer of the group.  Xarxes and Farilor ignored the warnings for another few minutes until the officers began drawing their heavier weapons. 
     "This is your last warning!" yelled the head officer.  Farilor and Xarxes looked down into the dark hole that Dom, Hugo, and Martin had fallen in.  Suddenly, gunfire broke out and the three guards at the gate dropped to the ground.  Farilor and Xarxes finally spun around to see two men standing at the gate with guns in their hands. 
     "You said that you need a rescue operation?" said the man who was wearing a grey coat and khaki pants.  The person next to him had blonde hair and wore some tattered work clothes.
     "Hell yes," replied Xarxes.

Name: Bradley Cunningham
Weapons: 
-Short-barreled, pump-action Talek shotgun
-9mm Havok pistol
Clothing:  Navy blue t-shirt, khaki pants, grey topcoat
Other: Bradley is a man of mystery.  Little is known about who he is. 

     Brad and Sam looked around for a hiding spot and found another entrance not far away with three officers standing at it.  They were obviously arguing with whoever was outside of the gate.  Sam and Bradley moved closer and could hear parts of the argument.
     "Our three bosses just fell! We need to get help!" pleaded one of the men outside of the gate that Brad couldn't see.
     "Look, we cannot risk a rescue operation.  We don't have the man-power to do such a thing and those mutants are spreading quickly.  We also have orders to shoot anyone who isn't on this side of the gate within the next five minutes, so get over here now!" threatened the sergeant of the group of officers.  Several minutes passed and Sam tapped on Brad's shoulder.
     "We need to do something," whispered Sam.
     "This is your last warning!" yelled the sergeant as he pulled out a small sub-machine gun.  Sam aimed his pistol and Brad followed suit.  They both then opened fire on the officers and they fell to the ground in a bloody heap without knowing what hit them.  The two men then quickly moved to the gate and saw two obviously shaken men outside.
     "You said that you need a rescue operation?" asked Sam.  The two men remained silent for only a second before the large one finally smiled.
     "Hell yes," he said.

***

     "My name is Ray Xarxes and this is my partner, Gerald Ferilor.  We work for Detective Dominic Kaine and his partner Martin Deallus.  Those two and another detective named Hugo Anderson fell from here after the road crumbled.  We are determined that they are alive, but we need help getting down there.  If you need any weapons, we have some of theirs with us that we managed to save," said the large man. 
     "My name is Bradley Cunningham and I am a corporal of the Targosian military forces," said the normally quiet man.
     "I am Sam DeVoire, a specialist in the Targosian Recon And Scouting division," replied the smaller man.
     "What is the military here for?" asked Farilor. 
     "Well, we deserted because of how things were going.  Too much corruption going on.  No one can get ahead on this world unless they are corrupt...but we can discuss that later.  First, we need to save your friends," said Sam.  Farilor handed Sam a sub-machine gun that had been Dom's only a short time ago, but it had been dropped.  He also handed Cunningham his assault rifle.
     "You are probably better with it than I am.  I will stick to shotguns," explained Farilor.  The four men then began slowly heading down what was left of the elevated road, hoping to meet up with Dom, Hugo, and Martin. 

Name: Gerald Ferilor
Weapons: 
-Talek combat shotgun
-Multiple Enforcer Pistols
Clothing:  Long-sleeved white shirt, blue jeans, brown jacket.
Other: Farilor is one of the two men hired by the Kaine Detective Agency.

     Farilor, Xarxes, Sam, and Brad moved at a quick pace after they got to the bottom of the elevated road.  A small group of mutants moved their way, but they were fended off by shotguns, assault rifles, and sub-machine guns.  The group continued moving for almost thirty more minutes before they arrived at the underpart of the elevated road.
     "Alright, Dom said that they were held up in a blue apartment.  It shouldn't be far if they were wounded," said Farilor.  Sam almost spotted it instantly and poined it out.
     "There it is, right over there," he said.  The four men moved quickly to the front door the apartment and opened it up.
     "Dom! Hugo! Martin! Is anyone here?" shouted Xarxes as he opened the door. 
     "Up here!" yelled John as he began waking Dom up.
     "What? Huh!?" said Dom as he was startled from being woken up suddenly.  Xarxes and Farilor appeared in the doorway and entered the room.
     "Thank god you guys are alive.  I almost began wondering that we wouldn't find you," said Farilor as he stood by Dom's side.
     "Alright, we are getting you all out of here," said Sam as he stepped into the room. 
     "Sam is right, we need to get to the middle levels before it gets any worse.  There are plenty of us to help the wounded.  Sam and I will protect the group since we are the most experienced," said Bradley as he broke his silence once again.
     "If you say so," said John as he go up, "John Miller, dangerous psychopath fugitive, at your service."  Sam reached out and shook John's hand.
     "Sam DeVoire, military recon and scouting specialist," said Sam with a smile. 
     "Nice to meet you, what's your name?" asked John as he looked at Cunningham.
     "Ex-Corporal Bradley Cunningham of the Targosian military," replied Brad with little emotion in his voice as always.  Xarxes moved over to Hugo and carried him in his arms.  Dom got to his feet and managed to help Xarxes with Hugo.  Farilor got Martin to his feet and worked at helping keep him steady.
     "Alright, are we ready to go?" asked Sam.
     "Yeah," said John as he grabbed his assault rifle from his harness.  The others replied similarly.
     "Let's move out then!" said Sam as he walke out the door and led the way.  Cunningham brought up the rear while Sam scouted ahead as he customarily did after having a real weapon in his hands.  The group moved smoothly and made it to the elevated road with little resistance in terms of mutants.  Then they began the task of moving up the road while avoiding holes and weak spots.  After about another thirty minutes of rough hiking up the elevated road, the group was within sight of the gate.  There were no guards at it still and Farilor wondered if no one had noticed it.  After another ten minutes, the group reached the gate and rested.
     "I wonder why no other officers came here? I would have thought we would be looking at a dozen or so police waiting for us.  I guess we are lucky.  We should probably get out of here quickly," said Farilor.
     "I'm not exactly on good terms with the police, so I agree," said John. 
     "Well, I wish I could ask if anyone has a car, but ours can't fly over the broken bridge.  Any ideas?" asked Dom.
     "I wonder if the subways are running..." said John.
     "Do you think any of the mutants found their way into them or could they have been sealed?" asked Sam.
     "I have no clue, the subway tunnels down into the lower levels were sealed a long time ago," said John. 
     "Then maybe there is a subway around here that we can find and get to a safer location.  I am not from this city so I wouldn't know where to look first," replied Sam.
     "There is one just a block away from here I believe," said Farilor as he pointed to a nearby sign. 
     "That is the best option we have right now.  Besides, Hugo weighs a ton!" added Xarxes.
     "Hey! I am not fat!" argued Hugo as he swatted at Xarxes with his good hand.
     "Watch it you dimwit or I will drop you onto your bad leg!" replied Xarxes as he fended off Hugo's attacks and began marching in the direction of the subway.  The group travelled the distance in a short time and without any problems.  They then headed down into the subway system.
     "Surprised we didn't see many people or any cops," said John.  He then connected that thought with the previous thoughts he had relating to the lack of city video camera footage on the news.
     "Somebody could be helping us," John thought.
      "Let's go everyone!" said Sam as he led the group forward until they reached the station.  They only had to wait about five minutes before a train arrived.  Miller had his face blocked off by everyone surrounding him.  The group stayed on the train until it was near Dom's house, and then Miller, Sam, and Cunningham got off.  The three then took shelter in Dom's home while the others went off to the hospital.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: None
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, and a tan overcoat.
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom groaned as struggled to stay standing in the subway train.  Farilor was busy keeping Martin steady and Hugo was being held by Xarxes.  Most of the seats on the train were full so that none of them could stand, and Dom really really hated that.  Strangely, no one had even bothered asking why some of them were bleeding or wounded.  It may have been the fact that most of the people on the train were traumatized people from the lower levels who made it out, or they were people from the middle levels who were just keeping to themselves.  The ride luckily only took a short time and before Dom knew it, he was being herded off of the subway train and up some stairs.  The five lawmen moved up the stairs that led out of the subway and were soon in front of the hospital.  They went inside and were quickly attended to by the doctors after seeing their wounds.  Dom noticed that there were a lot of injured people who looked like they were from the lower levels, but they apparently were not as important as the middle level people who were injured.  The doctors and nurses were selectively passing them up until there were no more middle level wounded.

 Name: Callard Conathen
Weapons:
-Horhet 9mm silenced pistol
-Kervk Co. Combat Knife
Clothing: Practically anything, but prefers to wear finer clothing.
Other:  One of the lesser known powerful crime bosses, he monitors the events that go down in the lower cities.

Callard Conathen took another sip of coffee.  Not that horrible synthetic coffee they serve down in the lower levels, but actual coffee imported from a different city.  Real coffee was a delicacy, one of the things that Callard was partial to.

Callard peered at a surveillance camera's feed of the Vanderbilt bridge collapsing.  The man gave a small smile, and brought the cup up to his lips.  Suddenly, a man barged into the room, causing Callard to splash his coffee all over him.

"I'm here, boss."
"Yeah, I know," Callard grumbled.  "I'll be mad with you ruining my suit later.  I assume everything went well."
"I got the mutants riled up and got them to overrun most of the lower levels," the thug said.  "I also planted some explosives on the bridge and  planted Demause's prints all over it."
"Good," Callard smiled.  "If everything goes just right, he'll be gone in a couple of days.  You planted 'evidence' in a nearby warehouse, right?"
"Don't worry, I made sure the police would find out who did it."
"Good," Callard said, turning back to the monitor.  "Hey, you've been working with some of the cops chasing him, what do you think of John Miller?"
"He a tough mother fucker, that's what.  He has fun killing people.  He could be one of us, if he wasn't all hell bent on justice."
"What do you think it would take to get him to work with us?"
"Uhh," the thug said "maybe drugs or give him amnesia?"
Callard snorted.  "Alright, whatever.  Just keep an eyes on him, Kevin."
"Alright, boss," Kevin said, walking out the door.

Callard opened up a camera feed for an office in the high level.  A message opened up, saying 'ACCESS DENIED'.  He smiled, and then pushed his keyboard close to him.  After a minute of typing, the message 'ACCESS GRANTED' appeared, and it showed a feed of a man talking on his phone.  Callard gave a small laugh, and said, "It'll come soon... soon."

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: None
Clothing: Hospital robe
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom woke up in a hospital bed and was surprised to find Hugo and Martin in beds next to his.  Neither of them looked awake, so Dom didn't say anything.  A doctor was standing at the foot of Hugo's bed, writing some notes on a touchpad.  Farilor and Xarxes were standing at the door and stepped over when they saw Dom open his eyes.
     "How are you feelin' boss?" asked Xarxes quietly, not wanting to wake up anyone else. 
     "Pretty cruddy but not bad," replied Dom.  The doctor walked over to Dom's bed and tapped at his touchpad.
     "Well, Mr. Kaine, it seems that your ribs are almost healed by now.  Another day or two of rest and you can be expected to leave," said the doctor.
     "One or two days? That is pretty good considering the last time that I was in the hospital, I didn't leave it for weeks from broken bones," replied Dom, "How are Martin and Hugo?"  The doctor looked at his touchpad and tapped it a few times.
     "Mr. Deallus and Mr. Anderson are in worse conditions.  Mr. Deallus had severe head trauma that may or may not have done some damage to his brain.  Mr. Anderson had a number of broken bones that are being treated and should be healed in a week," replied the doctor. 
     "Brain damage? How bad?" asked Dom. 
     "Hard to say...he hasn't been conscious since we took him off of your hands.  He has been in a coma since yesterday and we are not sure when he will wake up" said the doctor. 
     "Alright, I guess we were lucky to have survived at all," replied Dom, not expecting a reply to his comment.  The doctor tapped his touchpad several more times and then left the room.  Farilor and Xarxes reacted similarly to the news about Hugo and Martin, but said nothing and soon walked back to the door and sat down in two chairs.

Name: Martin Deallus
Weapons: None
Clothing: Hospital robe
Other: Martin is a spy that was sent by the corrupt government to keep an eye on Dom and to kill him if he knew too much. 

     Martin felt the pain in his head suddenly disappear as a bright light flashed through his mind.  He found himself sitting in a park suddenly in his normal clothes.  Everything seemed perfectly normal except that he knew he had been injured badly, but didn't know the extent. 
     "I had been left for dead," he thought to himself.
     "The government made no effort to help get you out of there.  Instead, they would have shot you like anyone else.  You were disposable, easily replaced, and unimportant to them if you were doing anything except your mission," said a voice.  Martin looked around and found an exact copy of him sitting on another bench.  The double stood up and walked over towards him.
     "You still have time to make things right.  They discarded you, and you had your life saved by the people that you were out to spy on and kill.  So what will you do? Continue to serve the government that betrayed you or make them pay for their crimes?" asked the double.  Martin buried his face in his hands.
     "I don't know..." he muttered quietly. 
     "I said, what are you going to do?" asked the double in a louder voice.
     "I don't know!" shouted Martin, still burying his face in his hands.
     "What are you going to do!?" screamed his double.
     "What I need to do!" screamed Martin as loudly as he could.  Suddenly, Martin shot up in his hospital bed, covered in sweat, and was awake for the first time since yesterday.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: None
Clothing: Hospital robe
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom was startled when he saw Martin suddenly bolt upright in his bed.  The young man's eyes were wide open and there were actually tears coming down his face.  Sweat soaked his clothes and dripped down his face.
     "Doctor! He is awake!" shouted Dom and within a minute, the doctor raced back into the room with a nurse at his side.
     "Nurse, get Doctor Gilard in here ASAP!" ordered the doctor as he moved to Martin's side.  Farilor and Xarxes had moved from the door and were standing near Martin's bed as well.
     "Mr. Deallus, I need you to lay down easily.  I don't need you exerting yourself too much so quickly.  Are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?" asked the doctor as he began checking Martin's vitals.  He looked at his MediPad and within a minute had done a full analysis of Martin.
     "Where am I?" asked Martin after a brief pause.
     "You are in the Nargess Thirteenth District Hospital.  You were brought here with head injuries by your friends who are in this room right now," replied the doctor.  Martin looked around and saw Farilor and Xarxes, then he turned and saw Hugo laying in his bed asleep.  As Martin turned and saw Dom, he rubbed the sweat from his face with his hands and sighed.
     "I can still get myself out of this if I just tell the truth," he thought to himself.  Martin closed his eyes and mumbled that he was tired to the doctor.  The doctor stood up and worked at his MediPad for a few more seconds.
     "I will let him rest for a couple hours and then I will be back to check on his condition," said the doctor as he left.  Martin almost immediately sat up in his bed and got Dom's attention.
     "Dom, there is something I need to tell you.  I have been spying on you for months and months now.  Spying on you with orders to kill you if you started getting too nosey.  Up until a few days ago, I would have carried out those orders without question, but after being rescued by John Miller and yourself, it seems so pointless.  Also, I was abandoned by my own superiors.  They cut me off from any kind of support and were willing to let the mutants kill us all and consider it a success.  Now, I see that I have been in the wrong.  I have told myself that I will do what I need to do in order to make things right.  I want to help fight the criminals and corrupt people who used me as a pawn," said Martin with some difficulty at certain points.  Dom listened silently, amazed and completely caught off guard by the confession.  Hugo surprisingly opened his eyes and laughed his head off.
     "A secret agent? Orders to kill Dom? Was I included? This sounds like something out of a corny movie!" roared Hugo as he laughed until his sides hurt. 
     "Ray, you have permission to slug him," said Dom and was pleased to see Xarxes hit Hugo over the head, silencing him.  Martin sat silently, as if waiting to be punished, but Dom wobbled over to him and patted him on the shoulder.
     "I'm glad you admitted all of those things and have decided to help us out.  To be honest, I had this feeling of uncertainty around you, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.  This finally can put me at ease about who I can talk around now.  Some of the information you have might be useful though.  We can discuss it after we get out of this hospital, but it might take another day or two," said Dom.  Martin finally relaxed a little bit and tried resting in his bed.  Dom wobbled back to his bed and plopped down onto it.  Within minutes, every person in the room had gone back to sleep except for Xarxes and Farilor, who had not slept in almost a day and were somehow still managing to stay awake.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Modified Enforcer pistol.
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, tan overcoat
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

Several days had passed since Martin's conversation had taken place.  Everyone except Hugo were cleared by the hospital staff to leave, and the group decided that Hugo was fine where he was.  Dom, Farilor, Xarxes, and Martin left the hospital and headed back to his house by riding the train.  When they arrived back at the house, they found that Miller had left a few days before.
     "He said he was going to find a safehouse," said Sam after Dom had asked where Miller was. 
     "Hopefully he will have the decency of contacting us somehow," replied Dom.  Bradley didn't say much as he watched the news on a HoloScreen.  Everyone made themselves comfortable and also mooched off of Dom's food and clothing.
     "Why is everyone wearing my clothes dammit?!" said Dom after finding everyone except Bradley wearing something of his.
     "Because going back to our homes isn't an option and I haven't changed my clothes in too long because of the hell that has been going on.  I think my shirt was beginning to bond with my skin because of the sweat," replied Xarxes.  Dom's clothes were a little too small for the large man, but Xarxes managed to stretch them out enough for him.  Everyone then gathered together all of the weaponry that they had and began picking their gear. 

     Dom carried two customized Enforcer pistols with a compact Typhosian Repeater.  Farilor had a compact Terralian Assault Rifle that had a foldable stock which made his easy to conceal as well as a Lugon semi-automatic pistol.  Xarxes carried the powerful Talek combat shotgun with two standard issue Enforcer pistols.  Sam carried only a single customized Enforcer pistol.
     "I am used to a sniper rifle, not much else is left that I would like," he explained.  Bradley took four or five enforcer pistols and mumbled something about modifying them later.  Martin pulled a keychain out of his pocket and jingled it until he had everyone's attention. 
     "Want to see what guns that these keys unlock? I think you will all be pretty surprised," said Martin with a grin. 
     "We should contact Miller and have him meet us where these weapons are," replied Dom as he pulled out his phone and typed in Miller's number from memory.  He then left a short message voicemail.
     "Hey, it's Dom.  Martin has the keys to a safehouse on the northern edge of the city.  It is apparently a secret loadout for several agents that the government was using.  Martin doesn't know the other agents, but he knows that more than one person has used the safehouse.  There are weapons there.  Good weapons.  Be there," said Dom before reading off the address.  Then he turned to the others after hanging up.
     "So, how are we getting over there with no car?" asked Dom. 
     "Looks like we have to buy one or rent a car..." suggested Sam.
     "I have a personal account that I can use," replied Martin.
     "How many other secret perks did you have while spying on me?" asked Dom with a grin.  Sam and Bradley looked confused but didn't bother asking about spies.
     "Sam, if you take this T-Card, go buy a van.  I have some plans for it," said Martin as he handed a card to Sam, who immediately left to buy transportation.  Not much time passed before Sam pulled up in front of the house and everyone piled in.  They then began driving towards the safehouse.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and a compact Typhosian Repeater.
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, tan overcoat
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

The group drove casually through the streets.  Sam had bought a dark grey van with only two windows on the front so that the people in the back could be concealed.  Martin was driving with Dom in the passenger seat while everyone else was in the back.  There were decent seats in the back, but Martin had other plans.  They drove for almost an hour before they were finally leaving the suburbs of the city.  A number of warehouse complexes were scattered around the area, but Martin passed by all of them until he turned onto Mason Street.  Then he saw his objective and pulled into a dark parking lot. 
     "Alright, there is no kind of surveillance at this location since this place doesn't exist," said Martin as he drove through a narrow door before shutting off the engine.  He got out of the van and tapped several buttons.  The doors behind the van closed and dim lights appeared.  Everyone got out of the van and weren't impressed by the surroundings.  It looked like the place had not been used in years.  Most of the lights didn't work and dust coated everything.
     "Follow me," said Dom as he pulled out his pistol and tapped on a wall.  The wall opened up and revealed a set of stairs that led underground.
     "This reminds me of something out of a movie," whispered Xarxes.  They entered a narrow corridor and found about four small rooms loaded with weapons ranging from military grade sub-machine guns to assault rifles.  There were even some explosives which were probably used to sabotage buildings.
     "Take as much as you need," said Martin as he picked up a sniper rifle and tossed it to Sam.  The ex-military recon specialist grinned as he felt a familiar weapon in his hands.
     "Just what I have been itching for," said Sam as he began dismantling the weapon and cleaning every part. 
     "I found the ammunition for all of the weapons," said Farilor as he pulled a tarp covering off of several crates.  Piles of ammunition in marked containers made everyone grin.
     "I'm going upstairs to wait for Miller, otherwise he won't find us without possibly looking suspicious," said Martin as he holstered his pistol and headed out of the secret supply depot.  He hid the doorway to the stairs just in case and then waited in a spot where he could see the entire front of the building. 

Comments are welcome from any and all readers! =D

Is anybody even reading this? =(

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and a compact Typhosian Repeater.
Stored: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), Golan EMP Mine, Warp Grenades
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, tan overcoat
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

Name: Martin Deallus
Weapons: Typhosian Carbine Rifle(TCR-3), 2 Golan Semi-automatic pistols
Stored:  Carbonik Auto Shotgun, Michvaun Anti-Armor System
Clothing: Grey t-shirt, blue jeans, brown jacket
Other: Martin is an ex-government spy who wants revenge against the government for abandoning him in the slums.

Name: Gerald Farilor
Weapons: TAR-9, Two modified Enforcer pistols
Stored: Talek Combat Shotgun, Velocity grenade
Clothing: Navy blue shirt, khaki pants, black coat
Other: Farilor was one of the men hired by Dom to be a detective, but ended up getting dragged into helping fight the corrupt government.

Name: Ray Xarxes
Weapons: Hronec Combat Rifle, Tactical Placement Mine(TPM), Enforcer pistol
Stored: Typhosian Repeater SMG
Clothing: Crimson red shirt, blue jeans, tan coat
Other: Xarxes was one of the men hired by Dom to be a detective, but ended up getting dragged into helping fight the corrupt government.

Name: Sam DeVoire 
Weapons: High Velocity and Penetration Sniper Rifle(HVPS-21), silenced Aslim pistol, ShockWave grenade
Stored: Silenced Typhosian Repeater, Nova EMP-R
Clothing: Black shirt with khaki pants and black jacket
Other: Sam is an ex-Typhosian military scout and sniper.  A highly trained soldier in the art of infiltration and reconaissance.

Name: Bradley Cunningham
Weapons: HekleyArms Assault Rifle(HAAR-7), Heavily modified Enforcer pistol, Deep Penetration Shrapnel(DPS) grenade.
Stored:  HekleyArms Battle Rifle(BABR-41), Aurora Seismic Anti-Armor Weapon System(ASAAWS), Nova Electromagnetic Pulse Rifle(EMP-R)
Clothing: Black shirt, dark blue jeans, black jacket
Other: Bradley is an ex-Typhosian military rifleman.  He is highly trained in tactics and is a very quick thinker while he speaks little.

The van with Dom, Martin, Ray, and Gerald got back to Dom's house after driving around the city for an hour to shake off any person that may have been following them.  The van was pulled into a garage to avoid people watching them just so that no weapons were seen. 
     "You have any tools I can use?" asked Martin as soon as the group got out of the van.
     "Yeah, I have some around here somewhere," replied Dom as he turned on a light and revealed the mess inside his garage.
     "Yeah, somewhere..." joked Ray Xarxes as he say the disaster.
     "Well, Ray and Gerald can unload the weapons from the back of the van.  I want to do a little bit of modifying on the van so that we can get started.  Dom, I will need you to help me since you are more technologically skilled," said Martin as he opened the up the back of the van.  Then the two men began searching through the garage for tools that would be of use.  Meanwhile, Xarxes and Farilor cleaned out the van and hid the weapons in the garage. 
     "Alright, we have the tools, but now we need the equipment," said Martin as he wiped some sweat off of his brow. 
     "I think I have some stuff that you can use.  I borrow a bit of technology here and there to help me get the job done," said Dom as he lifted up a tarp.  Underneath the tarp was a pile of small gadgets and items, along with scattered pieces of technology that was slightly outdated.
     "What are those things?" asked Martin when he saw the unknown gadgets.
     "Just a few toys I have used to break into house security systems without being detected.  Another few of them are tracking devices that I have used to chase down criminals running from me.  They work just like bullets and can be fired from a gun.  Then there are some old pieces of junk that I scrapped from HoloScreens and computers," explained Dom.
     "Interesting...I think I could put some equipment together, but I will need some real stuff from another location.  We may have to do a little illegal stuff, but it shouldn't be too difficult," said Martin casually.
     "What kind of illegal stuff are we talking about?" asked Xarxes.
     "Oh, we will probably just have to break into some lab or tech center and steal some stuff," replied Martin casually again.
     "Do you have any idea what kind of security they have at those places?" groaned Farilor.
     "Well, it all depends upon the facility.  Some may have state-of-the-art technology and defense systems while others may just have a few guards armed to the teeth," said Martin.
     "Hell, it could be worse I guess," sighed Dom as he helped Martin get to work on the van. 

***

Sam and Brad checked out their rooms and then Sam met with Brad in his room.
     "Not bad I guess compared to the military barracks we were stuck in," said Sam.
     "Just remember what our mission is and don't deviate from it.  If we don't succeed, there could be major problems," replied Brad in his quiet voice.
     "I haven't forgotten.  The objectives of these vigilantes and ours could be beneficial to each other as long as we stick with them," whispered Sam in reply.
     "We just have to be careful of the new weapon prototypes that are being deployed soon.  Luckily I grabbed a few toys to handle them..." said Brad before he let Sam go back to his room and they went to sleep.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and a compact Typhosian Repeater.
Stored: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), Golan EMP Mine, Warp Grenades
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, tan overcoat
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

Dom woke up early in the morning after having another bad dream.
     "F*cking mutants..." he grumbled as he wiped the sweat off of his face and stumbled into the bathroom.  He looked in the mirror and then cringed at what he saw.  Dom looked away, took a quick shower, and then shaved off the last weeks of beard growth that had made him look like some kind of hobo.  He also shortened his hair a bit since he had been way too busy to take care of himself hygenically at all due to the recent events.  Then Dom carefully removed his cybernetic eye and walked over to his home computer.  He plugged a cable into his eye and began going through all of the information it had collected in the past few days since he last had it refreshed.  Dom then kept anything that he felt was remotely useful and saved the rest to the computer and deleted the junk off of his eye's memory.  Then he did a diagnostic on his eye's scanning, zooming, targeting, and identification abilities before pushing it back into the socket.  Dom winced after feeling the eye pop back in.
     "Will never get used to that..." he mumbled to himself before realizing that Martin was standing at the door.
     "Nice toy you have there.  I wish I could have one," said Martin.
     "Alright, let me stab your eye horribly with a knife and twist the blade until your eye is ruined.  Then you can pay more money than you can imagine to have a painful surgery and then you have a cybernetic eye!" said Dom with enough sarcasm to kill a fully grown man.  Martin's smile slowly disappeared and then he ended up laughing lightly before walking off to find some food.  Xarxes walked past the door scratching his head and yawning.
     "What the f*ck is his problem? He looked like he saw a ghost," said Xarxes.
     "I was just explaining to him the fun procedure of getting a cybernetic eye," replied Dom.
     "It can't be that bad..." Xarxes started to say until Dom glared at him and the large man slowly backed away.
     "I take it back! I take it back! Don't kill me!" laughed Xarxes as he went to go scavenge some food of his own.  Farilor glanced in at Dom but followed the other two. 
     "I need to find a place for all of these weirdos..." muttered Dom as he got dressed and brushed his teeth until they were sparkling white.  He then walked into his kitchen to find everyone in there cooking eggs.
     "So what is on the agenda for today?" asked Dom.
     "Break into super secure technological lab, kill bad guys, steal technology, get the girl as usual," said Xarxes in a joking manner. 
     "Oh, right...the technology raid.  Should we call Miller, Sam, and Brad for this?" asked Dom.
     "We might as well be prepared for the worst case scenario," replied Martin.
     "Alright, let me call them up," said Dom as he pulled out his phone and typed in the number he had memorized.
     "Miller, it is Dom.  Martin says that he needs some good technology in order to get our mobile van thingy up and running.  The lab that we are most likely hitting is the Fiorucci Technology Laboratories Corporation which is on the western edge of the middle levels.  1323 Henson St. W is the address.  Arm yourself to keep quiet, but also be prepared if things go badly," said Dom before he hung up.
     "Shouldn't you have waited to see if he had any questions?" asked Farilor.
     "Um...I guess I should have...oops," said Dom as he shrugged his shoulders. 
     "To the Resistance Mobile!" said Xarxes as he ran to the garage.  Everyone sat at the table for almost five minutes without saying a word.
     What...the...f*ck...was...that?" said Farilor finally.  Dom shook his head and Martin finished eating the eggs that Dom refused to eat before they all went to the van and headed out.

So... many... words...

Only like 1/3 of the way through, but so far I really like it, very entertaining.

Yeah, it would have made coming up with this storyline another waste of my life :D Glad I am good with storylines ;D

What's the longest RP you guys have ever done?

hehe, why's that?  Both of you want to keep it going or both don't want the other to finish?  or are you guys just boring? :/

The Place is mostly copied stats, sort of like quite a lot of this(not meaning this is in anyway like The Place, it is much better, but the stats I mean), which I just skip. Prominence too. It's strange, the long threads in the RP forum, very few of which are RPs as such, are mostly just loads of stats. People seem to like repeatedly copying stuff and changing it a little.

Anyhow, good story, read all of it so far.

Try keeping the amount of gold your character had, the education your character had, the accomplishments and titles your character had, the land holdings your character had, the job and pay-rate your character had, your character's age, your character's family members, your character's items, and your character's army figures all in your head and expect everybody else to do the same to prove you're not cheating...I dare you. =P

Hey, you lie, this used to be a 3 man RP... until I ran out of ideas... I only did this because you pestered me so much. :-P

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and a compact Typhosian Repeater.
Stored: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), Golan EMP Mine, Warp Grenades
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, tan overcoat
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

The group moved through the city without any problems.  They made good time and arrived at the Fiorucci Technology Laboratories Corporation just before the lunch break. 
     "Alright, we need to get inside of the complex," said Martin. 
     "Well, easier said than done...it is surrounded by electrical wire, a number of armed guards, and security cameras," said Xarxes as he looked out the window with some electro binoculars.
     "Then we need to check around back.  The security may be less dense there," said Dom as he began driving the van past the complex casually.  Then he turned onto a side street and began checking the sides and rear of the facility. 
     "There is a hole in the grid!" said Dom as his eye scanned the camera defenses of the facility.
     "Where?" asked Farilor as he pressed his nose against the window to see better.
     "The camera grid has a small hole in the rear.  We can cut through the fence and time our movements," said Dom as he pulled the van into a small alley.  He then texted Miller their location and crept closer to the fence, which bordered a number of buildings which were about 15 feet from it.  Then the group waited and watched the movements of the guards in secret.