What was that loud thudding noise in the air? Wait, that was her heart pounding in her ears.

Rachel couldn't recall ever running as fast as she was that instant, and yet she still felt like she was going to slow. Finally after what seemed like a blur of time, she found herself back on the streets and out of the ally way. A few more strides and she found herself back in front of the office building she worked in. Only then did she turn and look back.

The view over her shoulder showed only her friends. Rachel couldn't see the shooter among any of the people around. She concluded that he must have decided it was better not to come completely out in the open.

Rachel came to a stop feeling the adrenalin leave her. She looked down and realized her whole body was shaking. The scene of what had just happened played over and over again in her mind. She could hear Ben on the phone talking to 911. This had not just happened. This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. "He shot him," Rachel said stunned. She was speaking more to herself then the group. "My word he really shot him!"

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( okay so maybe we should wait for whoever is playing the bad guy to post?)

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

(I believe Lor en Estel was playing the baddie, and she just posted. Apparently the bad guy didn't follow us and went another direction. That's what I can tell from her last post!)

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Yes, as Eru said, I'm playing the baddie. Sorry if I didn't make that as clear as I should, Lady_Raelyn.))

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Ben relaxed as he realized that they weren't being followed. He breathed into his cell phone. "Nevermind." He told the 911 operator, "We aren't being followed." However, the operator still requested that Ben stay on the line, and so he did, though they weren't actually talking.

Still quite shaken up, Ben sat down on the ground in the alley that they had found themselves in. Soon, sirens of all kinds could be heard, and the police pulled up. There were also several suspicious looking, very nice black cars. While the police rushed about, the black car doors opened to reveal men in black suits, dark shades, with small, almost invisible earpieces. Ben narrowed his eyes at them. Who were they?

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As a rule, Rachel didn't like guys in black suits. Call it watching way too much TV or the fact that her boss always wore black suits, but they just sent shivers down her spine.`The dark sunglasses weren't helping the feeling either. They also seemed to have a propensity to stare. Of course they talked to other black suited people, but never to the common folk.

Soon the black suited people soon became the least of Rachel's concern. Rachel, and everyone else for that matter, found themselves surrounded by cops asking questions, taking pictures, and doing general cop stuff. "Do you think you could describe the man to a sketch artist... miss?"

"Sorry," Rachel shook herself mentally and physically. "Yes."

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( oh, no problem )

Naomi walked over to Nate. " hey, thanks for helping me back there. i must have looked stupid." she blushed. as the cops drove up she stood there in silence with him for a moment. she watched the cops talk to one of her friends, she really hoped that no one talked to her, she would probably stumble over her words and make it seem like they were all in this with the killer. she took a deep breath. she glanced over at the shiny black cars that drove up and she stared at the men who stepped out of them, they looked like men out of a movie. she looked at nate with a worried expression. " who do you think they are?" she whispered to him.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

*bump*

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Nate shook his head. "I don't know" He murmured. "But they look like people out of the Matrix or somthing." He watched them out of the corner of his eye, trying not to look like he was staring. He couldn't even tell if the suited men were even looking at him; most wore darkly tinted sunglasses. Nate had to wonder if they intentionally dressed to look so mysterious.

Rachel described the man as best she could the officer. "No, his go-tee had come down more here," she said pointing to the drawing with the figure. Once the drawing had been changed her faced darkened. "Yes," she said quietly, "that's the man. I'll never forget those eyes."

The sketch artist nodded and left to go show the sketch to the officers in charge. Rachel looked around noticing for the first time that there were more artists then just the one. They were talking to everyone else. It'd looked like something from the crime show she'd been watching the night before. It felt so unreal.
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"Tell me sir," the officer said to the lead FBI agent, "take away the go-tee and the chubbiness, who do you see in this drawing?"

"This makes things more complicated," came the man's reply.

"Yes sir."

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Morgan stuck around slightly away from the group of friends as the cops and men in suites showed up. He guessed it was the FBI or some other secret agent service that had showed up. One of them reminded him of Jim Brass from CSI tv show.

A detective came up to him, one of the police men, not a man in a suite, with a sketch pad, asking him to describe the man. He quickly described him, wanting to get this overwith. Then another officer came up and asked him for id and things like that, as well as an account of what happened...

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Rosalie sat on the curb to wait for the police to come, her body shaking from the shock and adrenaline. Her voice was shaky when she spoke to a few of the police men, who didn't ask her as many question due to the shock. She hardly even noticed the arrival of the 'men in black'...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

*bump* lets not let this die okay

maybe we should skip forward?

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

((I'm glad you care, Raelyn! Forgive me for not posting this sooner. I had it all written up, but since I was studying for the PSAT I hadn't had time to get on. Now that the horrid test is over with......))

Rachel came up and sat beside Rosalie. She put her arms around her friend's shaking shoulders in a small attempt to comfort the shocked girl. She tried to think of something comforting to say, but dealing with emotion was never her forte. She'd much prefer to hide from them.

"Excuse, ladies," an officer said coming up to them, "The FBI asked us to take all the witnesses to a conference room they've set up for them. If you follow me to the car, we'll be driving you over their."

Rachel silently stood and offered Rosalie a hand up. As they walked to the car, she could see the rest of the group of friends being lowed into other police cars. Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose to stem the onslaught of a migraine. She should have just stayed in bed.

Once at the building, Rachel noticed the presence of body guard looking people seemed to have tripled. All these people watching one's everyone was enough to bring on claustrophobia! The feeling didn't go away till the group found themselves seated in a conference room with a very important looking man at the head of the table.

"I feel it is my duty to be honest with you people, and inform you completely about the situation you find yourselves in," the man stated in a rather blunt manner. "We have confirmed by the descriptions you all gave that the shooter was a man by the name of Alix Wendland. He is a known hit man for the mob. Until now he has escaped every net we have laid for him. With your testimony we hope to finally land him behind bars."

Great! Silver lining! They got to put the big bad wolf behind bars. Too bad Rachel knew life well enough to know that with every silver lining there was a ketch.

"Unfortunately we have heard from some of our contacts that the mob is already making plans to shall we say... remove you from the picture. As of this moment you are all under the Witness Protection Program. You will be taken to your respective house. You will quickly pack what belongings you think you will need into a single suit case. Then you will all be moved to a safe house of our choosing."

Rachel felt her heart sink. And the other shoe drops.

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Naomi was in shock.. "what?....but what about our jobs, and our family and friends...?" she asked staring at the police officer like he was crazy. Naomi was almost in tears.


(ah short post sorry guys)

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

(PSAT? Ugh. I remember that. Not fun)

Nate took the information in as best he could. Witness protection...It almost didn't snk in. He'd seen the TV shows: the US Marshalls relocating witnesses, giving them a new place to live, a new identity, a new job, even a new name. He wouldn't even be allowed to contact his family and friends. He didn't know how much he'd seen on TV was true, but the very thought that it could be was like huge rock in his gut. "So where are we going?" He asked the officer.

(I'm asking people in rps I'm in to powerplay my character.... but... with this one... I'll just ask to slow down. 'cause it's going kinda slow anyway. Sorry I haven't been getting on much. Real life and all that can suck sometimes!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08