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										         		[color=fff200]Remote Alley- Los Angeles- California	[/color]
													[@Prosaic][@Harbinger of Ferocity]

[color=fff200]Faultline[/color] listened politely as the young man before him spoke, though he had to admit he did wish the boy wouldn't cut his sentences with French as the older man didn't speak a lick outside english... well that wasn't fair, almost anyone living in California for any amount of time picked up a bit of Spanish, especially the slang, but was he fluent, no. The most he knew of French was C'est La Vie and oui.  

But despite this [color=f7941d]Eclatair's[/color] English was very good, but from what he heard most of Europe spoke English so maybe it was normal for a Frenchman to speak English this well. 

[color=fff200]"Yeah, Midnight's has good instincts. Otherworldly sometimes. So if he felt you were being watched then you probably were. It definitely wasn't me that's for sure. More than likely i-"[/color] he cut off his sentence as the Tiger emerged, his first reaction was to slid into a ready stance, arms up and his right leg shifted back.  The thoughts of really... a tiger! Had it escaped from a private residence, the Zoo, or was there some Ultra running around controlling animals? Then it 'spoke'. [color=fff200]"-... Okay... psychic and or magic Tiger was not going to be in my top ten guesses. So then big guy, I take it there's something you want?"[/color] He didn't relax, staying at the ready.

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									[color=92278f]-0-0-0-0 Nello's Home- Los Angeles- California -0-0-0-[/color]
									[@Shard]

As [color=fff79a]Nello[/color] fled the home a shimmering blue portal tore open in the entry way just after the door closed, out stepped the [color=92278f]Sorcerer Supreme[/color] himself.  [color=92278f]Ignacio[/color] took a brief look around the home, his personal wards already in place to protect his mind and body he reached out with his sense.  Magic energy fired back from throughout the home.  Something was definitely here, but there was a latent arcane presence, one that had lived there for a long period, as well as a number of magic artifacts. It as like trying to spot a rock at the bottom of a mud puddle. 

He strode forwards and spotted the fallen man on the ground, inspecting him from a distance he gave a shrug.  Not unexpected.  When he felt such a surge, and failure of a ritual, he figured whoever botched it would be dead.... Really could he never get a day off.

Rather than begin a spell to investigate and risk getting jumped by whatever is here he backed out of the room and began climbing the stairs. Slowly. 

												Chicago- Illinois- The Man in Black
												[@ZavaZGGG]

He was watched as he moved, finding and tailing the illusive man had been difficult, but the team had managed it.  Through night vision len's attacked to their head gear they tracked the man from the roof tops, just waiting for him to leave an occupied area.  Each of the Fourteen assailants were armed to the teeth, packing assault rifles, body armor, a targeting visor, grenades.  They were loaded to enter a warzone.  And all of this to kill one man as a 'application' to join some shadowy group? 

Easy pickings to break from small conflicts in the third world into the big leagues. And the big money, they watched, followed and waited for their chance. 

The terms were simple, the man had to die, couldn't be witnessed, but the body had to be as intact as possible.