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Cat and Mouse (IC)


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Foreshadow left the weapon behind with its owner.  He would have stopped to disassemble it had events not already begun to take motion in front of him.  Switching back to the grapnel line mode of his weapon, the hooded acrobat would swan dive off the roof.  His cape fluttering in the air as he began a rooftop pursuit of the vehicles.  It would have been quicker to follow in a vehicle sure.  But the urban sprawl still provided some measure of unseen cover as long as he could bound from roof to roof.

 

They're not really giving a guy room to breathe are they?  He still hadn't seen what business had been completed from inside of the building.  But Foreshadow felt it would be downright criminal to let the black vans escape his view without trying to catch where they were headed.  Tire tracks would only be so good for so long.

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The cold wind whipped across Foreshadow's face as he swung after three vans, and if it were not for the lenses of his mask, he was rather certain the cold would have brought tears to his eyes.  Landing on the edge of a low rooftop just behind the vans, the costumed crime fighter looked down at the three as they began to pick up speed.  So far, he was just keeping pace with them, if they accelerated too much, he would not be able to do so.

 

Just as they reached the intersection, the issues with following the vans compounded, as they split up to go in three different directions.  One continued straight ahead, the others turned left and right, respectively. 

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Relying on something far less honed than years of deductive reasoning, instinct, Foreshadow's pursuit would begin to focus on the van turning right at the intersection.  Going with his gut if they didn't all meet up in some separate destination he could either get more information from the driver.  Armed with the knowledge that he could still investigate the building the vehicles left if he lost track of the vehicle, Foreshadow figured it was safe to go with the flow.  Besides it was too cold of a night to sit around and think.  His muscles craved movement right now.

 

And if the chase was all too willing to provide ample relief.  Who was he to argue?  the night was young the game was fresh.  And he was on all airs with acute amounts of fresh adrenaline.

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As the costumed crime fighter chose a van to follow and began swinging after it, he saw the van continuing to accelerate.  Realizing any chance of catching the van was quickly fading, Foreshadow kicked his feet forward to accelerate his swing.  He was certain that he would be able to reach the van, whether he would be able to land on the top of the moving vehicle without alerting the occupants was another matter. 

 

As he drew near the van, the experienced gymnast considered the best angle to try to land quietly on the top.  Releasing the cable in his multipurpose escrima stick, Foreshadow was momentarily propelled forward with nothing to secure him.  If he missed the van, it could be a very painful mistake.

 

His feet skimmed across the top of the van, as he slid almost the entire length of the vehicle.  When his forward momentum finally stopped, he was in a low crouch, bracing as he adjusted to the vehicle's acceleration, gently leaning back to balance with one hand to keep from falling backwards.  He had managed to do so without any loud thumps or other sound, and for the moment it did not appear that the driver or any other occupants knew he was there.

 

Of course, there was the issue of the van still accelerating....

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Foreshadow stared forward as the air whipped against his face.  Trying to steady himself as best he could on the vehicle aiming to adjust his center of gravity with all the twists and turns of the car's acceleration.  He had to consider if waiting til the van got to the end of its route was really the best option.  Hopefully I don't have to introduce these guys to the brake the early on.  That would be really inconvenient.  The lack of worry wasn't out of some sort of adrenaline junkie kick.  But getting scared over the risk of becoming a pancake on the side of the road wasn't going to help anyone out.  So he worked on what he could help.  Which was clinging on for dear life.

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The van continued for about two blocks, reaching a speed that Foreshadow estimated to be about fifty miles an hour. Then suddenly, the driver slammed on the breaks, the tires screeching as it skidded to a halt. The sudden stop almost caught the costumed crime fighter off guard, and sending him flying off the roof of the van.

But, at the last moment, he managed to flip over, one hand reaching out to grasp the edge of the roof to keep him from flying forward. Somehow he managed to avoid wrenching his shoulder out of its socket, the flexibility developed by years of gymnastics certainly helping. Unfortunately, the sudden maneuver was not something he could finesse, and his body slammed down on the van's roof with a loud *THUMP*. . .

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Letting out a groan as his body was tossed around the vehicle, and nearly off it, Foreshadow would take a look around the area.  He had to make sure they were coming to a complete stop.  So as to make sure whether he had to bolt for underneath the van to keep himself hidden in case they began to exit the vehicle.  It wasn't easy to keep his mind on task after being flung around, and he was positive the sound of his body crashing on the roof would raise questions if someone was paying attention.  Alright, so we'll give that landing a solid two out of ten.  No broken bones so it could have gone less smooth.

 

He knew that there wasn't exactly a safe way to ride on top of a car.  But even so, his mental risk assessment was suddenly giving a newfound appreciation for the roofs of the cityscape.  Navigating an urban jungle gave far more control than riding aboard what could now be judged as a death trap.

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As the van skidded to a complete stop, Foreshadow felt a sensation to pull away from where he as currently lying, as his sixth sense gave him a warning. Just as he rolled slightly to one side, there was the sound of automatic weapon fire from inside the van, and several bullet holes appeared in the roof as the bullets tore through.

The costumed crime fighter then heard the side door on the passenger side of the van slide open. With the driver likely slightly delayed from stopping the car, he likely only had a narrow window of opportunity if he wanted to try to roll off on the driver's side and get under the van. There were also ample opportunities to try to gain a higher vantage point!

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Bullets.  Bullets he could deal with.  The fact that his location was revealed to gunmen below put a damper on his plans.  But that didn't mean he was planning on staying still.  He'd just have to do things the hard way.  Seeing as his multi purpose escrima sticks were still readied for their grapnel function Foreshadow pointed it skyward.  Aiming to take to a higher ground with the nearby area he looked for the closest escape point.  So much for being inconspicuous.

 

"Alright boys, let's start the show."  The declaration was soft spoken.  But the intention was not.  If he had to force the information of their plans, so be it.

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And a show was exactly what came to pass.  Finding himself perched upon a lamppost after his earlier retreat Foreshadow honed in on the gunman exiting the vehicle.  Combining both escrima sticks together he'd push the button extending each half ever so slightly and locking them in place together.  Twirling his bo staff by his side he prepared to act.  Diving off the lamppost fearlessly, Foreshadow found himself flipping through the air with his refined grace.

 

The man had just exited the van armed with the SMG that most likely played some part in designing the van's new skylight.  But before he could take a look around Foreshadow rained down upon him.  Slamming his Staff against the top of the man's head.  Bringing his body to the ground.  Whilst he was falling for the street, the acrobatic vigilante would use the momentum to launch himself forward.  Taking the opening provided to thrust the staff directly against the jaw of a second armed thud.  This one holding a pistol.  At least until his body slammed back against the mirror with his grip releasing its hold on the firearm.

 

Kicking the door further open the driver's head would snap back to spot their assailant stopping his motion to exit the vehicle.  Before the driver could get a good look, however, the base of Foreshadow's staff found itself slamming directly against the driver's nose.  Taking out all three criminals out with dazzling expediency.

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After all three criminals crumpled to the ground unconscious, silence fell over the scene, save for the van's idling motor. There were no other occupants in the vehicle, and Foreshadow could make out some long thin creates stacked in the back of the van. The buildings around the intersection were dark and quiet, a couple of street lights providing the best light beyond the faint glow from the nearby downtown lights.

If the other two vans had been proceeding as quickly as this one had gone, Foreshadow was certain they were likely long gone by now!

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Foreshadow separated the staff back into separated escrima sticks before fully collapsing them.  Attaching them to the magnetic clams on his uniform before entering the van.  Making his way for the crates to take a look inside.  Seeing as none of the men were conscious enough to complain, he figured the consent was implied.  Not that it was necessary now.  "Well let's have a look on what's on today's delivery schedule.  I have a feeling it's not someone's latest Amazon gift orders."

 

Breaking into the contents of the men's vehicle under the cover of darkness having ambushed the three of them.  From any other perspective, Foreshadow would understand if someone got the wrong impression.

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When Foreshadow climbed into the van to take a look what was in the crates stacked in the back, he was slightly surprised to find a small portable DVD player sitting open on the nearest stack of crates.  Pressing the play button, the screen came on to show a shadowy room with the faint outline of a figure visible within the shadows.

 

"Good evening Foreshadow, I knew the time had come when our paths would cross, if only indirectly.  You have managed to avoid the small obstacles I set out in your path and have managed to capture this van.  Congratulations."

 

"Of course, I foresaw the likelihood of this outcome, so you have actually provide me a small service by dealing with some members of my organization that were not meeting my expectations.  I am also sorry to say that this van did not contain any of the arms shipment I was bringing in.  Perhaps your ability to see the future is not as accurate as your predecessor?"

 

"Whatever the case, I know that this is just the beginning.  We will have to see which of us has our precognitive abilities fail them at the most critical moment."  With that last comments, the screen went black as the recording ended.

 

Checking a couple of the crates, Foreshadow found that they were full of mechanical parts, providing enough weight to make the crates feel as if they contained several firearms.

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Foreshadow shut the dvd player and fought the urge from throwing it against the side of the van as hard as he could.  He was not in a jovial mood after being given the run around and then taunted.  But knew the evidence could potentially lead to clues to examine back at his manor.  "Fine, let's play this game to the end then."  The acrobat whispered to no one in particular.  Reaching for his latest burner phone, Foreshadow would begin to call the FCPD.  They had their own trouble to deal with thanks the pile of bodies Foreshadow had left for them to pick up.

 

His expression focused on the screen after the taunts.  Partially intrigued by the challenge.  But all the same insulted by his failure to capture his quarry on this night.  Erick's personal standards not allowing much allowance for failure.  Making sure he'd be scraping away at the bits to bring this mysterious precog behind bars.  His attention having been successfully captured.

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