[center][color=black][h1]THE MAN IN BLACK[/h1][/color][/center]

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[@Count Cuddles]

Location: Chicago - Ping Tom Memorial Park.
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Alexander shifted the body he was shielding himself with slightly to get a better look at the person that was running towards him, when a loud gunshot pierced the air. Moving the body he was using as a shield aside slightly, Alexander could see a man lying on his back a few feet away with a fist sized hole in his side. Judging from the appearance of the wound and the sound of the shot, Alexander determined that the weapon used was a Barret .50 Caliber Rifle, something that should have torn this man in half.

Yet here he was intact.

And from the looks of things, still alive too.

Letting out a barely audible curse, Alexander threw the body aside and ran over to the man. Upon reaching him, he picked him up and threw him over his shoulders before making a beeline towards the boathouse where he knew they would, for the moment at least, be out of harms way. As he ran through the open park several thoughts flooded his mind at once, the most prominent of which was the nature of his surprise cargos physiology. Even now he could hear the man's flesh repairing itself as it slowly pushed the bullet out through layer and layer of muscle tissue. Was this random stranger genetically enhanced like himself? Or was he one of these mutants he'd heard so much about recently? And why was he even here in the firs-

Alexander let out another curse as he heard a second round being fired in his direction. Readjusting his hold on the wounded man he carried, Alexander rushed towards the boathouse, sliding at the last minute in order to get some of the building between him and his attackers as the projectile buried itself in the soil a few feet behind him as he ran. 

While its walls probably weren't thick enough to stop most fire from high powered weapons, he was confident that they were thick enough to buy him some time to formulate a plan. Huddling behind the side of the boathouse facing away from the river, Alexander layed the man on the ground beside him and peaked out from behind cover slightly in an attempt to find the location of his newest attackers. He scanned the entire park and the rooftops of the buildings across the river, but found nothing. 

Letting out a frustrated grunt, Alexander turned towards the man and glared down at him.

[color=black][b]"Who the hell are you and what in God's name are you doing here?!"[/b][/color] He hissed.