[h1][color=ed1c24]Fergus O'Brian[/color][/h1]

Well damn: is what went through Fergus's mind as the agent pulled the pins to his grenades. Truth be told Fergus did not think about high grade explosives. What he did know is he could get out a lot faster then the agents, he could even slow them down along the way. They had even split up again! This... This was getting a mix of fun, and difficult for him. Truth be told he didn't like attention, though he loved making humans scared shit less.

Four agents had split off from what seemed like the leader of the unit. He had killed enough to make his point already, though no reason to not do a little damage along the way. Fergus tackled one agent from out of the darkness, with speed that soon brought him and the other agent back into the darkness. All the last three agents could hear was the scream of their fallen brother in arms. Fergus did the same thing to them again, though this time they were more ready. As he brought the last one to the ground the other two opened fire on him, the machine guns tearing into everything on his side of the darkness, including what he was hoping would be his hostage. He soon took cover with out his new dead hostage, and with a few bullet holes as well. "[color=ed1c24]Fuck, shit, damn![/color]" He screamed as he made sure the wound were manageable. His next attempt at gaining a hostage worked fine, the last agent didn't have the fire power to stop him, and his hostage was still alive.

As the agents all left and the explosions went off, Fergus sat on the roof top of the building across the street. He had killed many of the agents, many in a kind of boring fashion but some were kinda fun. He sat on the ledge with his hostage hanging from one hand and the Agent's side arm in his other hand. "[color=007236]Oh god no![/color]" The agent screamed as he gained consciousness to see his situation, he was at least four stories in the air only being held on by Fergus's grip. "[color=ed1c24]Agents of Soldier! Which by the way is the stupidest name for an agency, I mean I keep thinking Soldiers of Soldiers. Like.... What the fuck?[/color]" Fergus stopped to think about this, then put himself back on track. "[color=ed1c24]Not the point, the point is someone else in your squad is dying tonight. Either this poor bastard is dead or one of you volunteers to take this poor bastard's place. So who's it gonna be?[/color]" Fergus sat and smiled as he looked down upon the agents.