Nebb 02-25-2009 11:45 AM<br/>Xavier looked up from the flash to find one of the vampires missing. One moment Memnoch was there, a formidable force of destruction, the next he was gone, an mere outline on the wall. The Prince had only fared slightly better. "They know a lot more about our kind than we give them credit for..." he thought to himself.<br/><br/>Seeing the TFV soldiers hastily retreating the way they came, an idea came to mind. Grabbing a dead TFV soldier, who'd suffered a broken neck, he dragged the body behind some of the fallen cement, using it as cover. Digging through his pockets he found nothing to identify the man. Removing the soldiers gloves, a tanned outline on the ring finger revealed that the man was married. A thought crossed Xavier's mind: "Black ops maybe..." He quickly removed the man's helmet and shirt, then boots and trousers. He had problems removing the trousers as 'rigor mortis' was starting to set in. Spotting the last retreating soldier turn the corner, he managed to quickly exchange trousers. Keeping only his mobile phone, he tied his new boots and stood up from behind cover, shouting to Rowan: "I'm going after them." but Rowan seemed to ignore him, and simply vanished from sight. "Perfect... why is it that the Veil is never around when you actually need them..."<br/><br/>Placing the helmet on his, he headed down the sewer, still trying to climb into the jacket and body armour as the tried to catch up with the soldier again. He lost sight of the soldier twice again after that, but managed to find him again by the blood trail he was leaving behind. It wasn't until a few turns later, that he found the soldier, trying to catch his breath against the wall. He waited for a moment, then continued following the soldier to what seemed to be an exit up ahead. He could see soldiers climbing up a ladder in the distance. Xavier's shoulder had started bleeding again, mainly due to exertion, and even though the blood loss wasn't significant, his sleeve had turned red, making his injuries seem a lot worse than they were.<br/><br/>Stopping for a moment, he realized he was standing up a very nice lady tonight and that, short of getting killed, he'd probably wouldn't make it to the restaurant in time.<br/><br/>"I guess she'll be the one to take a cold shower this time." he smirked to himself, as he came up behind the soldier he was following, and lifting the soldiers arm over his shoulder, supported some of his weight.<br/><br/>Activating his attainments as a precautionary measure, he couldn't help but wonder if this was plan wasn't going to backfire on him...<br/><br/>"Nothing ventured, nothing gained... as they say."<br/><br/>Scambo 02-25-2009 08:56 PM<br/>Lights exploded up ahead, flashing through the darkness and casting long shadows. Jack leapt past the lumbering Bear, landing within the tunnel in time to see soldiers retreating amongst sunflare flash-bangs and grenades. Pushing his way past the huddled forms of the supernaturals, coming to a halt beside Shey. He couldn't see who she huddled over and held on to, but he could tell whoever it was was in pain. Kneeling he whispered in her ear in hoarse, rapid sentences.<br/><br/>"I'm going after them! I'll be right back, don't wait for me!" He ran off, feet rising above the waters of the sewer, allowing him to glide across the surface. Leaping upward and through the hole created by the fleeing assassins, Jack glided forward, several inches off the ground and skating on air to eliminate any noise, he took cover in the shady confines of a dark alley and put a hand to the ground. He let magic flow freely from his fingers, reaching outward in shining tendrils, snaking their way through ground like ghosts. He focused and found what he was looking for. The rapid, rhythmic vibrations of people running. The direction fixed in his mind Jack moved through the alley ways, like a shadow, invisible and leaving no trace in his wake. Jack slipped through the complex maze of urban back streets until the fleeting forms of the retreating soldiers came into view. Carefully, he glided from cover to cover, always making sure that he kept them in sight and not the other way around. He was leaning around the corner of a store when he sensed rather than heard the foot-steps behind him. Whirling, Jack lifted his hand and pushed a stasis field forward just in time to halt the flight of two tazer prongs that had been launched at him. With a jerk he wrenched the tazers out of the agents' hands and launched cable thick weaves of Force at them, meant to lift and toss them off to the side. The golden mana connected with the agents, but instead of engulfing them and gripping them, it flowed around them, as though something was repelling it. This was time enough for the two to free their pistols and raise them to his face. Wrenching a hand free, he gripped a nearby dumpster and flicked it at them, catching both agents. The scuffle of boots on concrete, and Jack had only time to look over his shoulder before he felt tazer prongs pierce his back and wondered absently what was going to happen when the shock coursed through his body and he went limp.<br/><br/>sixshot 02-27-2009 05:30 PM<br/>"Sir, everything has been arranged just as you requested. The Prince should be dead within only a few minutes. His bodyguard called for assistance approximately ten minutes ago, our men are holding their current position and have not entered the sewers so the prince is on his own." The Vampire was sitting in a church confessional speaking softly while leaning against the mesh between himself and his conversational partner.<br/><br/>The door on the right slowly slid open to reveal the vampire inside step out and into the open. His tall slender body was unique amongst the common humans that currently innhabited the church and though he stuck out slightly from the crowd he remained un-noticed. His soldier stepped from the confessional as he was already half way to the door. His long slow strides gave the soldier plenty of time to catch up, something he did just as the two reached the heavy front doors and together pushed them open.<br/><br/>Once out into the night air the soldier turned to the man wearing a dark suit with white shirt and asked, "Sir, Where are you going?"<br/><br/>"I'm going to claim my rightful place, as the Prince of Vampires." The spaniard's face smirked after he spoke. He continued to step slowly down the concrete stairs that led to the church doors.<br/><br/>When they reached the bottom the soldier stopped and dropped to a knee while bowing his head. "Miguel De Dios Otero Antormarchi, I hail you as my Prince."