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[b][color=fff200][sup]Issue #10: [i]Towerfall Part 1: Setting Up[/i][/sup][/color][/b][/center]
[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Manhattan, New York City[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]December 30[sup]th[/sup], 2018  |  6:00pm |  NYC Sanitation Pier 99[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]

In a small, dark office in a building designed for the city's trash sat a man in a two-thousand dollar Italian suit smoking a Cuban Cigar as he checked his watch. He gave a small smile as it turned 6:00 on the nose, and picked up the office landline. He waited a few seconds, the number he dialed ringing for a few seconds until he heard the phone get picked up. No voice greeted him, just the static. As always. [color=darkgray]"Target: Daniel Rand. Open contract. Contract is worth one million dollars, due date is January 1st."[/color] As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rapid typing could be heard for a few moments. Once finished, a robotic voice answered. [color=darkgray]"CONFIRMED."[/color] The line then went dead, and the man lowered the phone back onto its receiver, giving a short nod to himself before fetching his coat and briefcase.

[COLOR=fff200][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Manhattan, New York City[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]December 30[sup]th[/sup], 2018  |  11:34pm |  Outside Rand Tower[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]

A few rather plain looking heating & cooling repair vans sat in the loading dock of Rand Tower. The men in their blue jumpsuits were moving large barrels of labelled "coolant" towards the loading bay doors. A security guard greeted them, and escorted them into the heart of Rand Tower. To the outside observer, there was nothing particularly off about the scene. But once inside the maintenance areas of the Tower, they got to work. The workers pulled out a set of blueprints that marked certain areas of interest. The workers began connecting the barrels to the air-conditioning units. They gave short, curt nods to each other as they silently exited the building when their work was done.

A couple blocks away, on the top floor of an apartment building, a lone individual was whistling as he set up his telescope. He bobbed his head along as he pointed it towards Rand Tower, examining the upper-levels of Rand Tower. He smiled as he saw a single individual in one of the large conference rooms. After a few seconds, he picked up his cellphone and lifted it to his ear. He watched as the person inside lifted a phone to their own ear after examining it a moment. The man inside answered first. [color=f26522]"Someone needs to confront you about your obsession with voyeurism, Cross."[/color]

The man behind the telescope smiled. [color=9e0b0f]"The reward is high, Arson. Heard the League is even considering getting involved. Doesn't hurt to prepare early."[/color]

Arson looked around from the conference room, scanning the New York skyline before settling in on Crossfire's apartment building. [color=f26522]"Fifty dollars says you're there. Another fifty says you killed the tenant and you're keeping them on ice in the bathtub."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Am I really that predictable? I will admit, I expected you to go after the house. That's your usual MO."[/color]

Arson gave a small smile. [color=f26522]"You have no idea what I have planned, darling. Text me the room number. Figure if you're just sitting there, we might as well share a drink. I've got Fireball."[/color]