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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
Frixion Prime[/color][/center]

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As the last man fell, his companion's knife buried in the back of his skull, the sound of sirens begins to echo through the alleys as the local law enforcement began to arrive, the sounds of armored feet coming towards them obvious. Rave wasted no time, retrieving his companion's knife and then moving to her before sweeping her up and moving away from the open area. [color=SteelBlue]"In retrospect, perhaps I should have said don't let them scream for help before we started."[/color] He dodged down alleyways, pulling directions to the nearest empty cargo container from the minds of animals and dockworkers alike, though the animal directions were disorienting some times due to the difference of vantage point.

After five minutes, he managed to find it and hide them inside it, using his telekinesis to open and close the large door. Setting her down, he opened his mind once more, listening for the thoughts of law enforcement officers who were likely on their tail for the killings of rapists and muggers. [color=SteelBlue]"You're going to need a new outfit, and not just because of the barf."[/color]