[h1][center][color=0076a3]Kieran Hishamie[/color][/center][/h1]

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Things had turned very ugly very fast in just the manner of less than day. Less than a few hours even. This mission had started awful and gotten even worse since he used his powers earlier with the rogue agent. The CIA had told him that the documents he was meant to be retrieved would be on the agents person not stashed away. If he had known he was going to go on a search and capture mission he would have charged more. And now he was being underpaid, incredibly injured, pride hurt, and now he was standing in the middle of some stupid restaurant with his life threatened. 

But that's the now, what we need to do is figure out how the now happened. Backing up a few hours, Kieran was walking down the sidewalk, right arm being held by the left, right leg staggering, bleeding from every which way. Kieran was getting odd glances but that was about it, which he was very thankful for. If people started asking questions and pestering him he would start to seriously consider murdering the world. If he wasnt in so much pain. Kieran knew the CIA set up a secure location for him in advance (more or less a CIA safehouse but it was equipped with items for him) and he knew just about the nearby location of it but he would still have to look. The blood loss was starting to make that hard.

It took him fourty five minutes but he found the safe house, it was a small apartement room right about a nightclub. He knew it was the place because parked next to it was a Chevy Impala, the sign the CIA told him would be there. Kira found that the door was actually unlocked, which suprised him. He became suspicious, not trusting even the CIA. Kieran looked around, then painfully hoisted himself on to the railbar, then climbed on to the roof, blood dripping down still. Kieran moved to the other side of the roof, then hung off the side of the roof. Kieran moved to the right some more until he was right in front of the window. Kieran kicken the window, breaking it, then swung himself inside painfully rolling across the floor. 

Kieran layed on the ground for a few seconds eyes closed. When he looked up, two men were aiming handguns at him, saying something. But Kieran was in no mood, and could not hear a single thing over the roar of blood in his ears. Still in pain but fed up with being hurt, Kieran quickly spun himself, knocking both agents over. One agent landed next to him and Kieran took the opportunity to elbow the man in the throat. As the one man layed there, trying to restore his breathing and praying to God his throat had not been crushed, Kieran jumped off the ground and tackled the second agent. With one arm against the second mans face, distorting him, Kieran reached over and grabbed the second mans gun. Kieran quickly put the gun to the side of the man's head and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered all over his face and shirt, but Kieran barely noticed. Kieran then took a second to aim at the second man and shoot him in the side of the head. 

Having a few moments, Kieran laid on his back with a thud and a small cry of pain, relieved he wa safe for the moment. Why he decided to kill the men, Kieran was still trying to figure it out. But the CIA nearly got him killed, by withholding information, then these men held guns to his face. After a few minutes Kieran forced himself up. Long story short, Kieran found the bathroom, the first aid kit, and fresh clothes. He showered, cleaned the blood off his hands, and bandaged himself up. Nothing was broken, but he had bruised ribs for sure, cuts everywhere, and a scratched up right arm. But nothing water, painkillers, and first aid couldnt heal. With time. Then Kieran got dressed. He changed into a long sleeve black v-neck shirt, with blue jeans, tan hiking boots, and a black watch he put on his left wrist. Kieran found an untraceable Glock with a silencer. He put it in the back of his pants and hid it under his shirt. Kieran grabbed a dagger and put its sheathe on his ankle, sheathing the dagger and hiding it under his jeans.

Then Kieran found a small safe, with a digital combo lock. Kieran knew this was for him. He put it the CIA given code, and found an iphone with a wallet. Inside the wallet was a fake drivers licence and about one thousand dollars in cash. He pocketed both. Now that he was better he needed to get on with his mission. Kieran needed to find someone who knew anything about the Atlanta underground. From the CIA intel in the safe house, the best bet was to go to a certain establishment............

Which is how Kieran found himself at Populi ex Machina. It was.....nice enough Kieran guessed. Kieran cared little for restaurants, and class and such so he wasnt going to judge Populi too hard. Kieran walked inside the entrance and was greeted immediatley.