[color=0072bc]He ran. He kept going past the apartments, shops and clubs that were this district’s main attraction. His feet struck the puddles underneath, adding to the noise around him with the pouring rain and the various groups of people that were generally up this late. He pushed past them, ignoring their angry yells and various unpleasant names he was called. Partly due to being pushed, partially because he was very clearly a higher-class boy in a very lower-class part of town. He ran into an alleyway, gasping for breath, and hacking something disgusting up against the wall. He had never needed to run like this before…his job hadn’t demanded it…god, why had this needed to happen to someone who wasn’t prepared for it?!?! Calming down, he reached into both pockets of his jacket. His left hand took out a small mobile phone, which he tapped a number into with his thumb without thinking about it. His right hand stayed in his pocket. “He raised the phone to his ear. “Hello?” “David? What the hell do you want?” And with that moment, unbeknownst to him, he was finished.[/color] _____________________________ [color=f26522] “Sir!” A young man, In his early twenties in a white uniform got up from his seat, alarm on his face. Another man, older, mid forties walked up to him, wearing the same uniform, but having curiosity instead of alarm etched into the harsh lines that made up his face. “What is it?” The younger man was nervous. He stuttered something unpronounceable, then spoke again. “I…got a signal. Its his phone. POI 7’s pho…” The young man didn’t finish, as the older one shoved him out of the way to look at the screen. His jaw went slack, before turning back, shoving several other white uniformed men out of the way when they didn’t move fast enough. He was a big man, with a personality that scared even the most experienced of his subordinates. “Get a line to the third reconnaissance company! Have them send a squad of their best men! I want that bastards head on a spike! “Erm…sir?” He whirled around, ready to yell at the man who had interrupted him. “This better be…” The young man at the computer went completely pale. “Erm…the call is being bounced, so we cant trace who hes talking to, but…well…the voice…” the man coughed, and composed himself, quite impressively. “Sir. I Really think you should listen to who hes talking to…”[/color] _________________________________ [color=0072bc]“They haven’t found you yet?” David moved the phone under his jacket, to keep the rain off it. “No. I gave them the slip at the station. They didn’t think I would run down the tracks…” He smiled, remembering the sense of satisfaction he got when he saw the puzzled faces of several militiamen who had been sent to bring him in. “Good. Get to the nexus, give them the codes, and they can get into that file. Then everything will begin again!” “Goddamnit!” David swore angrily. “You know what’s on that fucking file, why can’t you just tell all your little groups members and leave me out of this?” There was a deep breath on the other side of the phone. “Because we need proof you fool. The cabal’s name is mud amongst the common populace these days. If we start throwing this accusation around, it will just irritate people more. Beside, we are terrorists. You want us to start handing out fucking flyers? Hang up a few posters maybe?” “Alright, alright! Jeez…” David said, shivering as the rainwater went down the back of his neck. “So I get this to the nexus, they make me disappear?” “…with seven million units, courtesy of the cabal. Don’t blow it all on white powder and whores. They aren’t as good as those adverts by the Lost say.” Despite everything, David chuckled for the first time in over a week. “I guess I might feel good about myself as we…” His voice trailed off as he heard something disturb a bin nearby, but ignored it. “Anyway, send me the route. You will have your revolution by dawn tomorrow.” He smiled. “Good luck.” The phone went dead. David took the phone, slipped the card inside out and crushed it underneath his shoe, before tossing the rest aside and breaking into a run again. He ran calmer, easier this time. The light at the end of the tunnel was near, he could start a new life, away from all that he had seen. And everything would change. _____________________________ He could do this! He was almost there! He could almost see his new life getting closer, a hero of a new regime, the man that persuaded the people to rise up! Almost there now! He thought, as he turned out of another alleyway and into another street. The nexus nightclub was just round the… His train of thought was obliterated along with most of his back as a trio of bullets tore through it, sending him crashing to the ground. It was sudden and efficient, with David barely knowing what was happening as he fell to the floor. Oddly enough, there wasn’t much pain. His spine had probably been severed. He was almost certainly completely paralyzed. Everything he had strived for, gone with just a few bullets and a skilled opponent. It wasn’t fair! He had worked so hard, all that work couldn’t be stopped by just some pieces of metal, it couldn’t! The assailant walked closer, her pistol in her hand. She wore a long coat with body Armor visible underneath. A hood was drawn over her head, which was also covered by a grey rebreather. In her right hand, a handgun, with a silencer built in. David attempted to reach for his own gun, in his pocket, but he couldn’t. His mind knew what it wanted. It screamed and shook. His body refused to obey. The assassin lowered her gun to point at his face. Then her head exploded. It was so violent and sudden, David was sure at first that he was hallucinating his own death, his mind so horrified by what was happening that it had given him the sweet embrace of insanity for his last few seconds. “Fucking new order…” He heard a voice whisper. “Why the fuck would they send a man this close?” Then he realised, he was wrong. He was near the nexus base. They would have guards, they must have seen him! And others too! This street might have been deserted, but people would have heard…they could… “Hel…” No. He realised, as his thoughts began to race. He was finished. Too much blood had been lost. There was only one thing he could do now. Something to get back at the bastards who had cost him everything. So the resistance could send them to hell with him. Whoever shot the assassin? They could relay his last message… “Look…closer…at…it…all…” His delirious mind began to drawl as it edged towards oblivion. “Its…” He never said anything else, as his brain and heart gave out, and he was dead on the floor. Oddly enough, his last thoughts were of the city that he had promised to protect with his life a long time ago[/color].