Nightshyft

Walking for three blocks with his head bowed, Tony never noticed the darkening clouds. It was only when the hurricane force winds nearly knocked him flat that he realized that the weather had turned nasty. Gritting his teeth,Tony kneels next to a car and braces himself against the wind. C'mon man...haven't I been through enough? While kneeled, Tony feels a wave of thunder wash across him. The rippling vibrations pulse and throw Tony across the sidewalk and up against a storefront, causing him to lose his breath for a moment. Grunting with effort, both to reclaim his breath and to stand, Tony stands as the skies clear again, the silence after the storm now broken by the cries of various car alarms. Once again, Tony pulls his hood back, Tony runs his hand through his now wet hair, looking back at the store whose glass front stopped him short.

Walking for three blocks with his head bowed, Tony never noticed the darkening clouds. It was only when the hurricane force winds nearly knocked him flat that he realized that the weather had turned nasty. Gritting his teeth,Tony kneels next to a car and braces himself against the wind. C'mon man...haven't I been through enough? While kneeled, Tony feels a wave of thunder wash across him. The rippling vibrations pulse and throw Tony across the sidewalk and up against a storefront, causing him to lose his breath for a moment. Grunting with effort, both to reclaim his breath and to stand, Tony stands as the skies clear again, the silence after the storm now broken by the cries of various car alarms. Once again, Tony pulls his hood back, Tony runs his hand through his now wet hair, looking back at the store whose glass front stopped him short.

Walking for three blocks with his head bowed, Tony never noticed the darkening clouds. It was only when the hurricane force winds nearly knocked him flat that he realized that the weather had turned nasty. Gritting his teeth,Tony kneels next to a car and braces himself against the wind. C'mon man...haven't I been through enough? While kneeled, Tony feels a wave of thunder wash across him. The rippling vibrations pulse and throw Tony across the sidewalk and up against a storefront, causing him to lose his breath for a moment. Grunting with effort, both to reclaim his breath and to stand, Tony stands as the skies clear again, the silence after the storm now broken by the cries of various car alarms. Once again, Tony pulls his hood back, Tony runs his hand through his now wet hair, looking back at the store whose glass front stopped him short.

Deep within the stygian darkness of the alley, a figure stirs. Slowly the form staggers upright, right arm reaching out wall to keep from falling... Grrroann...Wha tha hell...God my head hurts. Slowly the darkness recedes, bathing the alley in bright sunshine. The form is revealed to be a man dressed in black pants and a black hoodie. Shaking his head, the man takes a few more steps and straightens himself. Hands upon his head, the man pulls back his hood and runs his hand through his shaggy uncombed hair. The car...where is my car? Dropping to one knee, the figure bends his head over. For a moment, it appears that he is being sick, his head shaking back and forth. Where am I? The snowstorm...where is all of the snow? I...I was driving. That storm...not right. I remember...Thunder...in a snowstorm?!? Once again, the figure, a man, stands. This time there is a warriness to his posture that wasn't there before. Slowly he turns his head from side to side, glancing up each end of the alley. I am in an alley. No Car. Tall buildings. A Monorail? Damn...I'm not in Kansas anymore Toto. Walking to the mouth of the alley, He stand there for a moment, watching the street beyond his temporary haven. With a deliberate slowness, he squats into a crouch. Slowly, the darkness began creeping back in again, filling in the corners and cracks like water. OK Tony, this is...different. Where am I and what did I get myself into? Pulling his hood back up, and thrusting his cold hands into his pockets, Tony stands up and walks from the mouth of the alley, picking a direction at random. As he walks away from the alley, the darkness once again recedes...following a confused figure as he walks down the wide walkway.

Deep within the stygian darkness of the alley, a figure stirs. Slowly the form staggers upright, right arm reaching out wall to keep from falling... Grrroann...Wha tha hell...God my head hurts. Slowly the darkness recedes, bathing the alley in bright sunshine. The form is revealed to be a man dressed in black pants and a black hoodie. Shaking his head, the man takes a few more steps and straightens himself. Hands upon his head, the man pulls back his hood and runs his hand through his shaggy uncombed hair. The car...where is my car? Dropping to one knee, the figure bends his head over. For a moment, it appears that he is being sick, his head shaking back and forth. Where am I? The snowstorm...where is all of the snow? I...I was driving. That storm...not right. I remember...Thunder...in a snowstorm?!? Once again, the figure, a man, stands. This time there is a warriness to his posture that wasn't there before. Slowly he turns his head from side to side, glancing up each end of the alley. I am in an alley. No Car. Tall buildings. A Monorail? Damn...I'm not in Kansas anymore Toto. Walking to the mouth of the alley, He stand there for a moment, watching the street beyond his temporary haven. With a deliberate slowness, he squats into a crouch. Slowly, the darkness began creeping back in again, filling in the corners and cracks like water. OK Tony, this is...different. Where am I and what did I get myself into? Pulling his hood back up, and thrusting his cold hands into his pockets, Tony stands up and walks from the mouth of the alley, picking a direction at random. As he walks away from the alley, the darkness once again recedes...following a confused figure as he walks down the wide walkway.

Deep within the stygian darkness of the alley, a figure stirs. Slowly the form staggers upright, right arm reaching out wall to keep from falling... Grrroann...Wha tha hell...God my head hurts. Slowly the darkness recedes, bathing the alley in bright sunshine. The form is revealed to be a man dressed in black pants and a black hoodie. Shaking his head, the man takes a few more steps and straightens himself. Hands upon his head, the man pulls back his hood and runs his hand through his shaggy uncombed hair. The car...where is my car? Dropping to one knee, the figure bends his head over. For a moment, it appears that he is being sick, his head shaking back and forth. Where am I? The snowstorm...where is all of the snow? I...I was driving. That storm...not right. I remember...Thunder...in a snowstorm?!? Once again, the figure, a man, stands. This time there is a warriness to his posture that wasn't there before. Slowly he turns his head from side to side, glancing up each end of the alley. I am in an alley. No Car. Tall buildings. A Monorail? Damn...I'm not in Kansas anymore Toto. Walking to the mouth of the alley, He stand there for a moment, watching the street beyond his temporary haven. With a deliberate slowness, he squats into a crouch. Slowly, the darkness began creeping back in again, filling in the corners and cracks like water. OK Tony, this is...different. Where am I and what did I get myself into? Pulling his hood back up, and thrusting his cold hands into his pockets, Tony stands up and walks from the mouth of the alley, picking a direction at random. As he walks away from the alley, the darkness once again recedes...following a confused figure as he walks down the wide walkway.

I am working on mine....I am interested

I am working on mine....I am interested

I am working on mine....I am interested

Cameras are hidden...DC 30 Stealth (Opposed by Notice to locate)

Cameras are hidden...DC 30 Stealth (Opposed by Notice to locate)

Cameras are hidden...DC 30 Stealth (Opposed by Notice to locate)

While the winter wind whipped about the exterior of the building, the inside was warm. Flowing from the shadow in an unexposed corner of the stairwell, Anton once again froze. Patience was the mark of a true professional...one waited for the oppurtunity to arise. To force it often created disasters that could be fatal. While motionless, the Shadow Shifter recalled how this job came about. It all started on Friday, when he got a call on a cellphone that wasn't his. Anton was standing on the corner and wondering what his first order of business was to be here in Freedom City, when his pocket began to ring. Reaching into his pocket, the Umbral Ukraine pulled out a ringing cellphone. Flipping it open, Anton answered,"Da?" The Voice on the other end was deep and precise, " I know who you are and I have need of your talents. One block west, on the corner is a trashcan. Reach in and take out the brown paperbag. Inside is the details" Puzzled by the both the voice and the cellphone, Anton followed the instructions. His mind mulled over what had been said while he walked the block west. It was just as he arrived at the said trashcan that it dawned on him that the voice spoke in Ukrainian...NOT American. With an involuntary shudder, Anton reached in and took out the bag. Opening it, he discovered that inside was a set of folders containing: A detailed map of Freedom City, especially Wading Way, the blueprints and security layouts for Pyramid Plaza, Information on Delphic Industries and Constatine Urallos. Again, all in Ukraine. Included was a picture of the job: a stone-carved box, twelve by six inches, about four inches deep. Carved all over the exterior of the box are unusual runes. Instructions stated that the box was NOT to be opened, at any cost... Breaking out of his momentary fugue, Shadowjak moved over to the doorway leading out of the stairwell. With consumate ease, he slips the door open quietly,just a fraction of an inch.The silhouette of a patrolling guard was just vanishing around the corner. The information was exact in it's details. Silent as the shadows he uses, Shadowjak slips into the hall. Without a glance back...Shadowjak heads for the office at the end of the hall.

While the winter wind whipped about the exterior of the building, the inside was warm. Flowing from the shadow in an unexposed corner of the stairwell, Anton once again froze. Patience was the mark of a true professional...one waited for the oppurtunity to arise. To force it often created disasters that could be fatal. While motionless, the Shadow Shifter recalled how this job came about. It all started on Friday, when he got a call on a cellphone that wasn't his. Anton was standing on the corner and wondering what his first order of business was to be here in Freedom City, when his pocket began to ring. Reaching into his pocket, the Umbral Ukraine pulled out a ringing cellphone. Flipping it open, Anton answered,"Da?" The Voice on the other end was deep and precise, " I know who you are and I have need of your talents. One block west, on the corner is a trashcan. Reach in and take out the brown paperbag. Inside is the details" Puzzled by the both the voice and the cellphone, Anton followed the instructions. His mind mulled over what had been said while he walked the block west. It was just as he arrived at the said trashcan that it dawned on him that the voice spoke in Ukrainian...NOT American. With an involuntary shudder, Anton reached in and took out the bag. Opening it, he discovered that inside was a set of folders containing: A detailed map of Freedom City, especially Wading Way, the blueprints and security layouts for Pyramid Plaza, Information on Delphic Industries and Constatine Urallos. Again, all in Ukraine. Included was a picture of the job: a stone-carved box, twelve by six inches, about four inches deep. Carved all over the exterior of the box are unusual runes. Instructions stated that the box was NOT to be opened, at any cost... Breaking out of his momentary fugue, Shadowjak moved over to the doorway leading out of the stairwell. With consumate ease, he slips the door open quietly,just a fraction of an inch.The silhouette of a patrolling guard was just vanishing around the corner. The information was exact in it's details. Silent as the shadows he uses, Shadowjak slips into the hall. Without a glance back...Shadowjak heads for the office at the end of the hall.

While the winter wind whipped about the exterior of the building, the inside was warm. Flowing from the shadow in an unexposed corner of the stairwell, Anton once again froze. Patience was the mark of a true professional...one waited for the oppurtunity to arise. To force it often created disasters that could be fatal. While motionless, the Shadow Shifter recalled how this job came about. It all started on Friday, when he got a call on a cellphone that wasn't his. Anton was standing on the corner and wondering what his first order of business was to be here in Freedom City, when his pocket began to ring. Reaching into his pocket, the Umbral Ukraine pulled out a ringing cellphone. Flipping it open, Anton answered,"Da?" The Voice on the other end was deep and precise, " I know who you are and I have need of your talents. One block west, on the corner is a trashcan. Reach in and take out the brown paperbag. Inside is the details" Puzzled by the both the voice and the cellphone, Anton followed the instructions. His mind mulled over what had been said while he walked the block west. It was just as he arrived at the said trashcan that it dawned on him that the voice spoke in Ukrainian...NOT American. With an involuntary shudder, Anton reached in and took out the bag. Opening it, he discovered that inside was a set of folders containing: A detailed map of Freedom City, especially Wading Way, the blueprints and security layouts for Pyramid Plaza, Information on Delphic Industries and Constatine Urallos. Again, all in Ukraine. Included was a picture of the job: a stone-carved box, twelve by six inches, about four inches deep. Carved all over the exterior of the box are unusual runes. Instructions stated that the box was NOT to be opened, at any cost... Breaking out of his momentary fugue, Shadowjak moved over to the doorway leading out of the stairwell. With consumate ease, he slips the door open quietly,just a fraction of an inch.The silhouette of a patrolling guard was just vanishing around the corner. The information was exact in it's details. Silent as the shadows he uses, Shadowjak slips into the hall. Without a glance back...Shadowjak heads for the office at the end of the hall.

...... That is amazing....Mr. Fantastic lives up to his name. Truly impressive my friend, truly impressive. Thank you

...... That is amazing....Mr. Fantastic lives up to his name. Truly impressive my friend, truly impressive. Thank you

...... That is amazing....Mr. Fantastic lives up to his name. Truly impressive my friend, truly impressive. Thank you

Well...a couple of thieves pulling the same job...sounds interesting.

Well...a couple of thieves pulling the same job...sounds interesting.

Well...a couple of thieves pulling the same job...sounds interesting.

Ok...anyone feel free to join. Time: New Years Eve(Midnight) Place: Delphic Industries/Urallos' Office the target Situation: Attempted Burglary...Grand Theft Larceny Current Players:Me(Bow)...playing: Shadowjak(PL10)

Ok...anyone feel free to join. Time: New Years Eve(Midnight) Place: Delphic Industries/Urallos' Office the target Situation: Attempted Burglary...Grand Theft Larceny Current Players:Me(Bow)...playing: Shadowjak(PL10)

Ok...anyone feel free to join. Time: New Years Eve(Midnight) Place: Delphic Industries/Urallos' Office the target Situation: Attempted Burglary...Grand Theft Larceny Current Players:Me(Bow)...playing: Shadowjak(PL10)

The room is darkened...only the glow from monitors light the gloom. Figures huddled over the monitors watch and listen intensely.The hush is broken by quiet whispers... Suddenly, "Sir...there is an alarm triggered at Delphic Industries...Rooftop security has been breached. Response?" Flashing signal upon security grid