IC: Now and then, the crack of a gunshot sounded through Antire. The city still slept- they'd been dealing with this for years now. A man ran through the streets, his bare feet smacking against the pavement and cobblestone. Two other individuals, a man and a woman wearing gold tinted sunglasses and carrying pistols, sprinted out of the alley behind him.

The runner spun and flung a blast of flame at them but missed, his pursuers not even flinching. There was a place, a place he could go, if he lost them.

[i]Firing solution calculated[/i] flashed on the glasses lens of the male agent, his arm snapping up and pulling the trigger of his pistol three times, each bullet precisely aimed. The pyrokinetic threw another gout of fire, melting two of the shots-

But the third nailed him in the leg, taking him down. His chasers caught up to him.

A final shot rang through the city.

***

An hour later, the agents were gone. Only a man wearing a white suit was there, closing the corpse's eyes and turning away, writing something in a notebook. [i]Casper Anderson, 34. Pyrokinetic. Murdered by Reapers, 23rd of October, 15 YAE.[/i]

He sighed and walked down the street, to a little bar called the Hole in the Wall, which was just now beginning to open.