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[centre][h1][color=Silver]Greg Kennedy[/color][/h1][/centre]
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[color=gray]	He continued to trek his way down the streets of Neo-Bay City, as he made his way to the designated destination. The address he was given didn't exactly seem like something a new [i]Organisation[/i] would have. In all honesty, the flashy buildings and underground storage bays that many of the Corporations leading the world have access too. However, with it only just being formed, it'd make more than enough sense to literally just pull out your Mate's flat and using that as the [i]Secret-Hideout.[/i] It wasn't exactly going to be a giant Letter-Shaped Skyline that overlooked the City like an Overly-Protective mother to her infant in their cot. The thought of the corporations briefly, before trailing off from what he used to work for. Whatever this new job included, it hopefully won't lead to some sort of brutal massacre towards his former work colleagues. Though he would admit, many of them were in fact knob-heads with classy equipment, some he had managed to develop small bonds with using the little time he spent with each one. His tie-in with each of these PFs gave mixed feelings about the world. Yes, the government had fallen and it was a tragedy, even costing him his job once or twice. His dreams had already been ruined by the rise of these superiors, and yet he somehow felt rather comfortable with their presence, at least at some points in his life. Yet, that was all just a delusion he had to face every now and then...He kept walking, shaking his head as he approached the designated street he'd been sent too.[/color]

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>A Few Days Ago...
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[color=662d91][b]"Mr Kennedy? I don't think we've met before, have we?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]The figure came completely into view. A strong cigarette balanced between his lips, seeping ash from its bud. His suit was somewhat irregular, having a few creases every now and then. The colour was dull, as if he were mourning over the death of an individual. He had the right to be mourning...The Justice that once was in this city and world had died, along with the superior governments that had ruled the surface of the Earth for a Thousand Years non-stop. Greg eyed the man, slowly stepping into the faint alleyway light that the male stood in. They were around the side of a building, not too far from the current Industry he was training: [b]Procutia Inc.[/b] Greg finally began to speak up, seeing the amber glow from his cigarette glimmer once more.[/color]

[color=silver][b]"Can't say we have...I also can't say this will be very important regarding the current business I'm doing..."[/b][/color] [color=gray]A chuckle emerged from the lips as a half-smirk brought itself into view. It was slightly sinister, but friendly and mysterious all at the same time. It confused him slightly, concerning the Scotsman.[/color]

[color=662d91][b]"Well...Guess it's my duty to make you think the other-way..."[/b][/color] [color=gray]The man moved the cigarette from his lips, dabbing it a few times to tip the Ash emissions from the tip before letting it go. His foot slowly slid on top of it, grinding it into the ground. He had a file, a document, laid to his side, held by his right hand.[/color] [color=662d91][b]"Let's start with the easy part...The person you are, Gregory...Scottish-Bred. Have parents, Drew and Angelina? Served with the 45th Commando Regiment...Based in Angus, Scotland...A Master in Close-Quarters action, breaching and crowd control through Peacekeeping exercises where terrorism was high...Then you served against Australia, having earned yourself two promotions...Lance Corporal, then Corporal. The war ended just before Australia had a chance to set their invasion upon British Soil...Smart move, eh? The Government fell not long after, your Unit, as most, was disbanded. Having only a few to follow, your superior immediately sent you off to Neo-Bay, where he ordered a place for you in their Police Force to ensure your abilities weren't wasted...Spent time with the Riot-Police, finding even more ways to improve on CQC and Armoured movement without Vehicular assistance. Drove yourself to the rank of Sergeant, not being far off the last and latest record for promotion speed. A Master, yet again, behind the Shield, using Batons, Metal Rods and Small Firearms at your decision. The Force was disbanded and the only last resort available was these petty companies, hindering your skills to improve whatever injustice they wish to serve...Oh, and you also like your Tea with Semi-Skinned Milk...How original?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Greg's eyes narrowed. How did this man know so much about him, without him knowing about the man? It seemed impossible...Improbable...But he said it. All he could do was nod slowly, taking it all in with some confusion, a large amount of caution taking place within his mind. This all seemed too innocent, but with information like that all he could do was play along. Who knew how much this figure knew about him, apart from himself obviously?[/color] [color=662d91][b]"Before I get straight to the point...You remember a Mack? Michael Yancy? One of the Lieutenants at the Neo-Bay Police Force?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]He thought for a while, before slowly developing a civil answer.[/color]

[color=Silver][b]"I know of a Mack...From that description, at least...We didn't talk too much, had a few drinks together and chatted on some occasions...Guy disappeared from existence, seemingly, once the Force was disbanded."[/b][/color]

[color=662d91][b]"Huh...Well isn't that good news? You'll have time to catch up when we get together...Which brings me to this...I'd like to introduce you to a new programme...Something I can imagine your skills would fit in nicely. You're the first of the group that I've come to grab for the project. Mack'll be leading it, under my belt of course, with quite a few faces that have seen the combat, others that...Well...Haven't...But someone'll need that Shield to hide behind...Not these Private Forces that lay waste to what we used to call justice...You understand where I'm going with this? Because if so...Would you like to know more?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]He stepped more into the light, letting out one final grin.[/color]

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>Present Day...
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[color=gray]	Gregory came face-to-face with the door, looking at the handle. He shrugged to himself, seeing how [i]Unfancy[/i] it looked to what other groups might be. But what matters there? Why have something technological and obvious when you could operate in the comfort of your own home. Taking a fist, with one knuckle sticking out, he knocked on the door. What greeted him was more than just a national neighbour. Highly English, something Greg always loved and was used to in his previous roles towards his country, the man was more than excited to see him. Welcoming him and leading him inside, he looked to his left, seeing four awkwardly-sat, and stood, individuals all huddled into the building. His eyes darted to each and everyone of them, all looking as if they originated from different ethnic groups. Finding this quite amusing, he smirked slightly, closing the door behind him. Greg's body build wasn't incredible strong, but it definitely was more than capable for the role he served. His strong accent broke the near-deafening silence that was present.[/color]

[color=silver][b]"Ey lads and Lasses...Looks like I got the right address, unless you are here for some sponsored silence event?"[/b][/color]