[center][u][h1][color=9e0b0f]Oliver[/color][/h1][/u][/center]

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Ollie strolled through the winding paths of the slums, watching a series of urchins run by him who all seemed to be playing. It made Oliver crack a smile, a rare occasion in itself. He lifted up the hood of his grey hoodie and let it rest on the top his head. Hands in his tracksuit pockets, Oliver continued to wonder around Sierra-Armstrong. It almost seemed everyone was in a hurry, all converging onto the garrison in a hushed group. News always travels fast in the small community. Deciding to pick up the pace, the young man began to jog, not wanting to miss any of what was going on. Information was a powerful tool. Much more powerful than any gun or knife a soldier uses. Oliver almost spitted at the mere thought of any of those slimy bastards.

As he got closer to the source of the commotion, Ollie tried to pick out as much about the situation as he could by eavesdropping on various people around him. 'Novak... Back...'. The few words that kept coming up again and again. If this was true, Sierra-Armstrong was about to get a whole lot more interesting. Oliver looked around for any kind of vantage point he could use to look over the small crowd. Being at the threshold of teenager and adult didn't help him much when trying to view things over a blocking object, or in this case a group.

Oliver spotted a guttering pipe onto the side of a house which was at the perfect height. No one would notice, they were all too busy trying to get to the incident. Gripping the pipe with confidence, Oliver nimbly crept up the side of the house, using the brackets as grips and footrests to secure his climb. Swinging himself onto the roof, Oliver calmly crawled up to the edge and sat on the side, letting his legs dangle over the roof. He was able to see everything, and what was most interesting was a young woman arguing with a couple of guards. While he was too far away to hear what was being said, he could identify the woman as Kaitlyn. Damian Novak's sister. That could only mean one thing, and his suspicions was true. Damian Novak had returned

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Shit......"[/b][/color]