[center][color=black][h1]THE MAN IN BLACK[/h1][/color][/center]
[@Count Cuddles] & [@DJAtomika]

Location: Chicago - Ping Tom Memorial Park.
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Alexander moved cautiously through the bushes, stealthily assassinating any soldier's he came across until only two were left standing. Having silently made his way up into the branches of a tree directly above the men a few minutes earlier, Alexander peered down at them from his perch, the knife clutched firmly in his right hand as he briefly went over the angle of attack in his head. 

From this height he should be able to jump down from the branch, land on top of them, and then finish both of them off with a quick stab to the back of the skull. Deciding upon his course of action, Alexander dropped down on the pair, slamming one man's face into the ground with his free hand while stabbing the other in the back of the head. Once the first guy was down, Alexander calmly moved onto the second, ending his life just as quickly and efficiently as his comrades.

After taking a few moments to compose himself, Alexander reached down to cut a piece of cloth from one of his attackers shirts and used it to clean off his knife before tossing it off to the side and sliding the weapon back in its sheathe. He then got to his feet, dusted off his jacket and pants, readjusted his hat, and began to walk back towards the park when an uneasy feeling welled up deep within his stomach. Something wasn't right. He'd killed all of his would be attackers, sure, but there was still something bothering him about the whole situation...some detail that he was missing that just wasn't sitting right with him. It was almost as if something or someone was waiting for him to leave the safety and cover of the forest.

Not one to go against his instincts, Alexander slowly withdrew back into the cover of the underbrush where he took cover behind the thick trunk of a nearby tree. While leaning against the tree, he noticed the corpse of one of his attackers lying nearby, his gear still intact. Alexander's lips pressed into a thin line as he made his way to the corpse and picked it up, vest side facing out, and crouched behind it. Planning to use the man as a shield against whoever or whatever might be out there waiting for him to emerge, Alexander slowly began moving towards the treeline where he would then make a run for the cover of the boathouse by river.

Hopefully everything would go as planned. If not...

Well he didn't want to think about that.