[i][color=purple][center][h1]James 'Iykos' Frost[/h1][/center][/color][/i]
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An brief ringing from one of the three monitors on his desktop woke Iykos from his rather light sleep and his eyes flicked to the digital clock on the desk. It was early, too early in his opinion, but the sound that woke him meant that his system detected something on the camera network he had rigged across most of the prison city.

The computer system and the camera network it was rigged to would have normally been impossible for any single inmate to aquire and set up, but before Iykos was caught and arrested, he was part of the infamous hacker group 'Wolf Pack'. A group like that holds connections to every major department of every 1st world goverment and, most importantly, they never abandon their pack mates. While they couldn't spare him from 'The World's Prison', they had used the irregular supply drops to supply him with the parts necessary to build his network and help him survive. Generators, Cameras, Computer parts, food, water purifiers and even his now signature clothes. As some might say, it pays to have friends in high places.

Back to the alert, Iykos briefly searched the screens to spot a single girl creeping past the two corpses he had left in BOC territory with a cautious, almost paranoid amount of attention to her surroundings as she drew closer to his hideout. Too close to it. Looking at her again, he attempted to profile her in case he needed to act. [color=purple] 'Female, brown hair, amber coloured eyes, young, maybe 15 or so... A prison birth maybe?' [/color] Using the information he had, he quickly searched through his file until he came up with a name and background. Logging the information into his memory, he covered the monitors with a black-out sheet and grabbed the L1A1 rifle resting against the couch-bed and re-holstering his M1911 as he crossed the floor of his home and hideout. Locking the door behind him, he double-checked his guns before looking off down the non-descript alleyway his home was hidden in.

It didn't take him long to track the girl as she tried to creep between the buildings. Levelling his rifle at the back of her head before he said anything, she jumped at the sound of his voice when he spoke.

[color=purple] "Dawn Cohen, nickname 'Owl Eyes'. Daughter of Amber Cohen until she disappeared 7 years ago. Stop walking and put any weapons you have on the ground, including the knives tucked into your belt, boot and the small blade you keep in your bra. Don't try anything stupid because I've got 20 little friends here and they all run faster than you..." [/color]

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