<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong><br/><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | 1:58am</strong><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong><br/><strong>Content: A Grand Entrance in a Unfamiliar Place...</strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>The night was alive here. Cole wasn't sure why that shocked him as much, San Francisco always seemed to be lively place. It was no different from any other city, really. Maybe it was the first time in a while since he felt a little bit at ease since his arrival so many hours ago, with his slight chewed up and torn orange light hoodie jacket, carrying a string backpack across his shoulder, his jeans that seemed slightly too baggy for him to be wearing, and his black sneakers that had the soles coming apart with every step he took. He was a wreck, yes, but San Fran seemed like an insane person's dream. He thought he was going to get dirty stares because he was borderline, on the cusp, of looking homeless, but people seemed to pass him by like he was one of them or that it was just simply normal for a look like his. It was wild, but he had come to appreciate it a little bit. Of course with that sense of wonder and slight appreciation of this unfamiliar place, he felt like there were cameras everywhere, gazing their electronic eye upon him. As much as he wanted to see the sights, get a feel for the land; he knew that he had to be careful. Last thing he needed was to nearly get caught again...<br/><br/>Like in Phoenix...a stupid decision to make, but he had been doing his best to keep an ear out on Tac-6, and heard a rumor that they may be a base of operations. It wasn't out of the realm of possibilities since it seemed that Tac-6 was growing increasingly fast. He lost his one last piece of communication, narrowingly escaping a laid trap. Cassandra wasn't among the group. That was about a week or two ago. Now he was quietly shivering in the cool, misty air, high above the streets on what felt like the only roof that wasn't either:<br/><br/>A.) Made into a rooftop bar and lounge area...<br/><br/>and<br/><br/>B.) Completely devoid of some sort of barrier that surrounded the edges and for much needed cover for someone who didn't want to be too exposed, i.e. yours truly.<br/><br/>Apparently he picked the perfect place to lay low as he could hear a strange cacophony of different styles of music blending together and echoing up and out into the night air while small noises of traffic squeezed its way through that thick cloud of sonorous madness. It wasn't half bad, all things considering. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being around loud noises all the time. At the same time, he hadn't had the greatest amount of rest in the past couple of days. He was shocked he wasn't completely brain dead. If he could get a few hours...maybe he could visit a library, try and snag a bit of computer time to work on something. He reached over and grabbed his bulky looking backpack and dug into it. There was a old graying shirt that had some drawing of a man, smiling. There was a stain of red and a large gash cut into it that left a lonely phrase dangling by a thread ("Don't Worry About Nothing..."). He pushed that aside and found a few pieces of ID that he decided was worth keeping, including his old University ID. Happier times...or at least what amounted to happy for Cole.<br/><br/>He finally found what he was looking for in the form of a small thumb drive. He was lucky that they basically give them away nowadays. He stared at it quietly, thinking about its contents before his body seemed to shiver again, but not from the cold. Faintly, there was a noise that Cole picked up that didn't have anything to do with the music or the traffic down below. He moved along the roof to the opposite side, getting closer to the source and peeking over the roof barrier for a moment. There was a few other buildings a few stories below him and a zigzag of alleyways further down. Cole moved his hand out over the barrier. For a moment, the world went just a little bit dark around his eyes and a strange bluish halo highlighting a number of individuals ganging up on a faint blue outline of a person. An accented yell shot up into the air and he looked around for a moment, acknowledging that no one had picked up the scream of help. Music was still pumping out, it seemed even louder now. <br/><br/>Cole bit his lip for a moment then tucked the flash drive into his pocket and stood up, leaping onto the barrier and perching slightly for a moment, watching the movements before he tossed his hood over his head, zipped up his jacket and leaped off, feet first. The air came rushing up towards him, flapping his hood, the legs of his pants, as well as the worn-out soles of his sneakers. He pivoted his body, shooting towards the wall of the opposite building, landing with a light step against it, holding for a brief moment and then launching himself towards the tallest one there, his fist raised and cocked back before shooting forward with a punch that sent the man flying into a smaller corner of shadow, a quiet THUNK as he crashed into a wall. Cole landed on his feet and turned, his hand quickly tugging his hood back down over his face before he stood up quickly just as the four other men were beginning to realize something had happened.<br/><br/>Cole grabbed the nearest one by the scruff of his shirt and launched him backwards, hearing a spill of curses come out of his mouth as he landed hard on top of a nearby dumpster. Cole then reflexively jumped backwards into a flip, slamming into the wall behind him and clinging to it, his eyes focused on the three left. <br/><br/>"The fuck...the fuck was that?" He could hear one of them said, the one directly in front of the woman. Cole centered his focus on him and launched himself off the wall and pounced down upon the thug and nailed him with a quick right cross. He turned again and for the first time, looked into the face of the woman being attacked and before she could linger on his hidden face, he launched him off the ground, doing a high front flip over her head and drop-kicking both of the men behind her squarely on the bridge of their noses, shoving them down onto the floor beneath and giving a quick stomp to their faces to make sure that they were out. He leaped off and landed to the side, quickly checking to see if anyone had gotten back up. He then back away in a darkened corner and called out the woman. <br/><br/>"You okay?" A quiet, soft, and concerned tone coming out of him. Another stupid risk. He guessed he couldn't help himself sometimes.</span></span><br/>