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Urban took stock of their situation, scanning the hangar for any other means of egress. And then his eyes alighted on something he hadn't noticed before.

"Come on, Vince. You can't be that stupid. And to risk the life of your girlfriend?" Dukes taunted, raising his own assault rifle.

So everyone but the two of them had AK-47s. Just their luck.

Urban's shoulders slumped. "Fine. You win. What do you want?" At the same time, he discreetly trod on Marisa's foot to catch her attention.

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Marisa stifled a gasp as Urban trod on her foot, but knew why he'd done it. She edged a fraction closer and relaxed a little, as he had done, ready for his command.

The men had formed a kind of semi-circle around them, with Dukes opposite the charmers with the AK-47s. She allowed herself a bitter smile when she thought of what Richard would say if, and when they returned.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Sorry i havnt been on

Wheres will?

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~Thank you to Estë Undómë for the Beeeautiful Banners & Avvie <3 ~

Nadine covered her nose and mouth with the sleeve of her jacket and tried to follow Mat as she'd pulled her MP5KA4, but he'd already disappeared.
"Damn!" she cursed frustrated. She got in the car and slammed the door shut which made her feel a little better. "Come.." she said absent minded to Alex "Lets try to find a trail of Perez.."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Mat cought up with Perez and walked alongside him. "Well done Madderson...here" he passed Mat cheaque for $5000. Mat smiled, put the mouney in his pocket and held a gun to Perez's head. "I'm afaid Darklight arn't the only people who want you dead....and some will pay alot more than you can or would." He pulled the trigger, his pupils dilated as he smiled at the dead man before him. He then bent down, opened the mans shirt, and cut the sighn of an eye into his chest and sprinkled some rose petels. This way, his employer would know that he really had killed him. It was the sighn they had agreed apon.

He then darted down a side ally and onto a main street, got into a unnoticble black Mercedes and drove away.

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"Information, you son of a b****. Why are you after Radomir?"

Seemingly in fear of the enemies closing in, Urban kept backing away. "I can't tell you that."

"Oh, really? Tell me how you feel when you're ten seconds away from getting your brains blown out - "

But Urban was no longer listening. He was in a state of intense concentration, his steel blue eyes encompassing everything in his calculations. Then he did something strange. He whipped around and hurled a powerful pounch at the open gray box behind him.

The box that just so happened to house the power switches. Electricity crackled, and the hangar plunged into darkness.

Urban wasted no time. He grabbed Marisa and pulled her down just as a withering barrage of fire hammered over their heads. Firmly remembering where Dukes had been standing just two milliseconds ago, he blindly kicked out. Dukes lurched foward, sending his AK-47 flying -

- right into Urban's waiting hands. "Let's go," he said, tossing Marisa a pair of night vision goggles and donning a pair himself.

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Marisa pulled the goggles on and followed Urban close behind. She took out her Five-Seven, even though she knew the effect would be little and pointless. Still, it calmed her somewhat.

They stayed low and made for the back door, hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult to open. Then she remembered the front door and how it locked electically, she placed a hand on Urban's upper arm and he turned to her in the dark,
"Do you think the back door will be locked in the same way as the main one?" She asked in an almost inaudable whisper.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

"Only one way to find out," Urban breathed back, keeping to the wall and eyeing Dukes and his shock squadron. The men were in compact positions, dashing any hopes for hunting them down in the dark one at a time. Already flashlights were being beamed around the hangar.

They reached the back door, and Urban tested the handle. Locked. Cursing quietly in frustration, he scanned the hangar. The only other means of egress was a single elevator on the other side of the hangar. He nudged Marisa and pointed, then began to creep across the open expanse.

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Marisa edged along, quickly but not too quickly. At any time a beam of light could fall on them and give them away. They were silent as they crept along and stayed as low as possible in case of random gunfire at standing height.

The elevator was nearing and eventually they reached it. Leaning against the wall, Marisa looked to Urban, "They're going to hear it you know."

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

"Good point," Urban growled with a frown. "We'll have to make this quick. Do you have any idea what's on the second story?"

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Marisa frowned to remember, "I have a feeling it was just machinery of some kind. Good for playing hide and seek with though." She said with a smirk.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Machinery. Urban's mind flashed to a peachy image of them both being ripped to shreds by relentless razors of steel. Excellent. In any case, he remembered seeing windows on the second floor. It was their only chance.

They would have to make it quick. AK-47 cocked and ready, he pressed the glowing button with the upwards-pointing arrow. The elevator made a soft ping as the doors slid open, and he winced.

Their enemies' reflexes were simply stunning.

As soon as they dove inside, a barrage of semi-automatic fire hammered all around them. Ducking behind the closing doors, Urban returned fire with his assault rifle.

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Once the elevator was on the move, Marisa straighened up, brushed herself down and looked at Urban. "What are we going to do once we're up there then? The windows I'm guessing?"

She figured she was going to have to do something with heights, and even though she was good at conceling it, she hated heights.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

"Our only chance," Urban conceded grimly.

The elevator pinged again, and the doors slid open to reveal a large room buzzing with control panels and equipment. He rushed in AK-47 leading, scanning the place for hostilities. Satisfied that they were alone, he went over to examine the window.

They were thirty feet up, separated from the ground by a smooth brick wall. Then his face brightened. "The water pipe," he breathed, indicating the vertical tubes that ran across the window's left.

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[Eeep, sorry, missed this.]

"Thank god for water pipes." Marisa said quietly, anything had to be better than doing anything risqué, or stupid. She didn't fancy running across roofs to jump down on to cars to get to the ground.

"Are we going now then? Before we get our delightful company back..."

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!