[center][h1][color=Deepskyblue]Aiden Cross[/color][color=Darkblue](The Hand of God)[/color]/[color=Darkorchid]Ghost[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=Darkorchid]"Have a visual on the poor fuck who gets to talk to the boss. Weird thing is,it's just some kid, a courier by the looks of it. You'd think they'd actually send one of their agents, not one of those rent-a-gophers."[/color] Ghost observed Mika from a nearby alley, his form nearly indistinguishable from the shadows that encircled him.

[i]Well, that's his problem now. Boss is on his way over as we speak, and you've got a job to do.[/i]

[color=Darkorchid]"Oh goodie, what poor sap do I have to stalk now?[/color]

[i]The Songbird, you luckily little shit. Just do your best not to get caught, ya little shit. Hate to see what she does to peeping toms like you.[/i] The man's taunt went unheard as Ghost allowed himself a moment to bask in his luck. He didn't bother responding to the man, simply turning around to walk deeper into the alley. As he walked forward, the air around him shattered into pieces, revealing a realm of pale mist hiding vague figures, stepping into it without a moment's hesitation. The hole in space would stay for a few moments longer, before the pieces of reality rapidly began to piece themselves back together til everything looked normal once more.

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As Mika landed in the Alley way, he'd find that his exit to the plaza would be blocked. The figure, standing stock still under a heavy, hooded black cloak, had certainly not been their when he started his descent, nor had he been moving through the alley either. He was just there, as if he'd formed from nothingness itself for the sole reason of blocking the boy's path. The figure would look at Mika from behind the tinted glass of his helmet, repositioning himself a bit so that Mika could see the [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/5a/8a/c6/5a8ac662530a91842a0d17eb2c4430ec.jpg]full get-up[/url] that they wore underneath the cloak.

[color=Darkblue]"You with COG?"[/color] The question was asked through a voice distorter, making his voice come out in a variety of strange, inhuman pitches, culminated by a strange echoy quality to it that made his words somewhat difficult to understand.