Dax pulled his pistol from his bag and cocked it back sliding it into the holster on his side. He walked calmly to the door and grabbed his slip. His building was large in size and wide enough to do a very large rendition of his signature calling card. With a small chuckle he waved to free and with a pulse he shot strait up into the air. 

Dax took off with great speed free running his way towards the building, and that's when he saw it. He was the building and noticed the perfect placement for the mark . It was a spot vvisable all the way from the bottom of the slums and this excited him. Dax reached the building with ease and here came the hard part. Now he had to reach the spot without fail or he would never make it back in time. 

[color=ed1c24]"son of a bitch"[/color] Dax said aloud to himself as he adjusted his gloves and stepped back from the building. Suddenly a pulse came from his feet and he jumped forward latching onto the building and climbing as fast and as high as he could get. Once he reached about three stories from the top he latched a rope to the building and began his paint job. 

Slowly and steadily he made the question mark being as accurate at possible. He was used to drawing large marks so this was a breeze. The only problem he had was that he had to keep changing cans. He made the question mark about 8' tall by 4' wide. And as always below was written[i]question everything[/i]. The difference in this one was that the question mark instead of being green was made very bright and vibrant as to be easily noticed and in the back ground were two crossed 9mm pistols. 

[color=ed1c24]"Now that's some fucking art"[/color] he said with excitement as he cut the rope and began free falling towards the ground. Looking at his watch he noticed the time. [i]11:15[/i] [color=ed1c24]"son of a bitch I'm almost out of time"[/color]. With frantic use Dax used a hover pulse and shot away from the building. As he started falling towards another building he readied himself for the landing. He made his way back to the warehouse and looked down at his watch. [i]11:45[/i].[color=ed1c24]"just in time"[/color] he said aloud to himself as he walked back into the ware house. He figured he wasn't the first back but he was also pretty sure he wasn't the last.