[hr][h1][color=DimGray]Sam Clarke[/color][/h1]
[@Mr Allen J]
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Sam Clarke sat leaning against the side of an Asian food truck, eating the best Pad Thai he'd ever had with a plastic spork. He hadn't eaten since early in the morning before his morning run, and about now he was starving. He was dressed in his uniform; black NEST tactical gear with the KINGFISHER logo on the sides. Unlike the other officers who were stationed around the fair, Sam's job was to stay on the inside and monitor any suspicious behavior. This was a cakewalk for an invisible man. 

Even now as he ate he was invisible, as many citizens didn't feel comfortable seeing a NEST officer appear to not be doing his job. Technically, he should have been walking around following suspicious people, but Pad Thai was really good and the guy ordering wontons was definitely suspicious-looking. Middle-aged man, bald with a dark goatee, looked a little like Walter white minus the glasses and intelligence. Sam could've sworn he'd seen the guy before. Upon receiving his wontons, the man walked over to a wooden picnic table and sat down with his family, a blonde-haired wife, a teenaged girl, and a young boy. 

[i]Suspicion nullified.[/i] Sam thought to himself as he ate. He'd seen some messed up shit in his years, but no combatant had ever brought their kids into the warzone. Sam finished eating and tossed the plastic bowl into the trashcan. He began to walk through the crowd, occasionally bumping people only for them to find that no one was there. Moving through crowds was quite the challenge for Sam, but over the years he'd learned how to do it right. The trick was to move with the flow of traffic and be sure to avoid anyone moving the wrong way. Still, though, Sam bumped several people, including a very obnoxious overweight man who nearly shoved Sam into a baby stroller. Sam tripped the fat man and laughed as he fell face-first into someone's gyro, getting a nice big Tzatziki mustache. 

When Sam approached the edge of the fair, he ducked behind a car and became visible. Out here, he looked like he was doing his job. He pulled out his phone to text his wife, but before he could touch a button he saw someone running from out of the crowd into an alleyway. He was going to ignore it, but then Sam had second thoughts; that [i]was[/i] a bit of an oddly-shaped silhouette. Grumbling, he put his phone away in his pocket and walked over to the alley, his arms crossed sternly. There was a curry stain on his vest. [i]Fuck[/i]. He approached the person in question (who was quite well-concealed) and said in an authoritative voice: 

"Is everything alright here?" 

[hr][h1][color=Forestgreen]Eva Chilver[/color][/h1][hr] 

Eva always loved going to the fair. Though it was crowded and polluted, she always met the nicest people and had the best conversations. She parked her green Nissan Leaf as close as she could get it (about three blocks away) and then stepped out, her Pointer, Orion, following her. Whenever she went outside, the dog tended to follow her out of the door, and he was so good at looking pathetic that she couldn't help but let him come with her. He was like an annoying-yet-adorable little kid. She wished that she could have taken Goliath with her, but after the last time she brought an iguana the size of a beagle into a large crowd, she figured it would be a better idea for him to stay home. 

As she clipped a leash to Orion's collar, he barked. 

"We're in public, Orion. There's an ordinance against having dogs without a leash." Another bark. 

"Do you want to go back to the pound, Orion?" Eva said a little more sternly. The dog whimpered and looked down "That's better." 

They began to walk down the sidewalk, towards the fair. As they walked, Eva busied herself by pointing at flower buds and watching them flutter open in rainbows of color. She stopped to touch a sick-looking maple tree which lined the road and it perked up immediately, its leaves turning a vibrant green. The smell of maple wafted past her nose, an arboreal "thank you". Orion lifted his leg and urinated, and the maple smell vanished. 

"You'd think the tree would be more thankful for that nitrogenous waste" Eva said to herself. Soon they were at the fair, and the smells of dozens of food vendors filled Orion's nose. Immediately he began to pull Eva to the hotdog stand, but she would have none of that. 

"Do you know how bad all of that inorganic crap is for you?" Eva said, crouching down at the edge of the crowd. Orion barked back at her. It sounded insulting. Eva tossed her hair flippantly and half-dragged the dog away from the stand. She could hear his paws grinding on the pavement. 

After walking through the crowd for about ten minutes, Eva finally broke down and bought poor Orion a chili dog. She herself just drank water. Fried food was among her least favorite things on the planet save cigarette smoke and slave labor. She sat down at a bench and the dog devoured the...dog. 

"Glad you're enjoying your mystery meat" she seethed.