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[center][h2][color=F0E68C] Aleksandr[/color][/h2][/center]
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Alek walked into his [url=http://mystaridea.com/i/2015/05/spacious-modern-apartment-living-room-decorations-design-idea-brown-wooden-laminated-flooring-brown-rectangle-living-room-table-white-comfy-couch-sofa-large-window-bay-modern-living-room-decorations.jpg]spacious, modern apartment, with a large window and a lovely view of the city's skyline,[/url] and set his satchel on the couch, and moved to the window, taking in the night sky. After all these years, Vale city's skyline at night was still as beautiful as ever. However, Alek turned away, grabbing the remote to his television, and turned it on. Flopping down on his couch, nudging off the satchel, Alek flipped to the news channel. It was always good to see what normal society said about the criminal underground. 

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[i]...And we're live at the scene, Bill, where a baffling crime has happened at the 12th Bank of Vale City. As you can see behind me, the large window, characteristic of each branch of the Bank of Vale, has been completely shattered, by a mysterious vandal. The only damage to the bank was to the window, the vault and safe deposit boxes remaining untouched. It's still unclear who the main suspect is, this early in the investigation, but authorities are suspecting that this is the work of one of the various gangs in the Financial District, who aborted a robbery, after the quick response of security on-site. This has been a Vale City First Alert, from VNN, your Vale City News Network.  [/i]

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Shaking his head, and turning off the television, Alek grinned. Those idiots had no idea of who actually had attacked the bank. Eh. Fit his purposes perfectly. Anonymity was better than notoriety, at least outside the underground.

His thoughtful contemplation was interrupted by the vibrating of his phone. Pulling it out of his right pocket, he looked at the caller ID. It was a certain "Oshea Ennius." Searching his memory, he tried to remember anyone named Oshea. Hmmm... wait, Oshea, the one guy from college? While they had been friends, they weren't exactly close, or even in the same department. Alek was in Engineering, and Oshea was in Creative Arts. Accepting the call, Alek said, [color=F0E68C]"Hello?"[/color]

A ragged, breathy voice came over the phone's tiny speaker. [color=FireBrick]"Alek. This is Oshie. I'm-"[/color] His voice broke off in a long string of curses in Greek, and coughing. [color=Firebrick]"I'm dying. I know we weren't that close, in college, and I don't know what you do now, but... I don't expect you to avenge me, but there is this guy... He's insane. He made me sick. I'm only telling you this, because I think that you're the only person I know who might be able do something about him. He's a menace, and his name is Blackburn."[/color] Oshie's voice trailed off into a hacking cough, and then a clatter as the line went dead. 

Alek looked at his phone with mild surprise. This was new. People from college trying to enlist his help, before they died? Not all too common. However, he couldn't be too wary of this guy, 'Blackburn'. Oshea lived in the Port District, a ways away from Alek's apartment. However, if he was going to hit the 15th Bank of Vale, which was in the Port District... Hm. It could be a problem, later on, when- 

Alek's train of thought broke off when he saw something strange, off of the reflection of his television. A dark figure, crouching on the rooftop of the building across the street, which was shorter than Alek's own apartment building. Making no sudden movements, he pushed a button on his phone, activating the proximity alarms for his apartment. If anyone entered, he would know.