[center][h1][color=Deepskyblue]Aiden Cross[/color]/[color=Darkblue]The Hand of God[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=Darkblue]"Like I'm going to tell the messenger boy anything. Do yourself a favor, kid, and stay quiet."[/color] Aiden chastised the kid before reading through the specifics of the job. As he looked through everything, he figured that it was all pretty doable, though the no-killing restriction added an annoying level of challenge to the whole ordeal. Still, it seemed like a rather simple task for his men, and the fact that it was all localized with Pyramid City made it even better. He already had a plan in mind, though he'd have to hash it out with the division heads to see what they think. While the final word was his, they were all skilled and intelligent members of his organization, and thus, had valuable input to give.

[color=DarkBlue]"Yeah, this'll do fine. here's the signature kid, and sorry about the threat."[/color] Aiden tapped the datapad, the screen fuzzing out before coming back into focus with a large hand print with a lightning bolt in it's palm covering the spot where the signature was supposed to be, as well as a lot of the other legalese that such things came with. With the envelop and briefcase in hand, Aiden would give a slight wave to the kid before his form suddenly faded out of existence, as if he'd never been there in the first place. As such, Mika would be all alone in the alleyway with a somewhat busted datapad, given that no matter what anyone tried to do, the Hand's insignia reused to come off.

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[color=Darkorchid]Ghost[/color]

[color=Darkorchid][i]Huh, so Price likes to play matchmaker? Interesting.[/i][/color] Ghost watched the proceedings with a somwhat bored expression, wondering in his head how he could spice things up a bit for the two lovebirds. Nothing came at the moment, but he figured he come up with something soon enough. All it took was a little patience.