in search of the INVISIBLE man (open)

[Apollo]

standing behind the bar while men an women entered some posting jobs on the board by the front door and other taking them off and leaving. it was interesting different people took different jobs, some only went for the jobs where they got to kill someone others only the jobs where the didn't have to, some took the information gathering jobs, but the information gathering jobs were some of the more rare. "he can I get a drink?" a man with yelled while slamming his hand on the bar. Rolling his eyes Vincent walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle, opening the bottle Vince put it in front of the guy "five bucks…" he said in a board tone taking the cash Vince went back to the spot he was standing and looked at the clock. five, four, three, two, one as the clock hit twelve-o-clock Vince took off his name tag and opened the door to the back room. it was nice to be done work finally but grabbing a job on the way out might be a little hard especially when he didn't want anyone to notes him.

seeing the other bar tender that was to take his place coming in the front door Vince walked out from behind the bar and toward the front door, quickly grabbing a job from the bored at random, walking out the door Vince brought up the piece of paper as saw the names and a location Markus Vash and David Mill were the two names on the slip of paper while the location was where they wanted to meet him before starting the job. still walking down the street watching his shadow move back and forth with the street lights. it was a nice night not much to worry about it was so calm for some reason. normally the streets were bustling with life and death all at the same time.

turning to the apartment building Vincent walked toward the elevator and pressed the button calling for it. while waiting he looked to the front door made of class with a crack going up the middle of it, this city never really felt safe to him, and looked where he worked it wasn't all that same there was always paying to hunt another person down, or to have them killed or to even have a spy in a corperation. as the door then opened Vince entered and pressed the button to floor thirteen, well literally the thirteenth floor but the people who built this place seemed to want to fool people by calling it the fourteenth floor. watching as the elevator slowly climbed to the thirteenth floor.

exiting the elevator Vince walked down the hall for a short while before he got to his room. opening the door he locked it behind him took the slip of paper with the names and location and put it on the table before grabbing the remote and turning on the news. breaking news Daniel Torith has gone missing. he is only a fifteen year old boy and his parents ask anyone who knows his where a bouts to come forward the are willing to pay and price smiling he always liked hearing good reviews about his work and that was exactly what the clients wanted looked like they were going to make their money back and then some for his work and being able to take the kid without killing him or even letting anyone know he had gone missing at the time he did.

turning off the television Vincent sat in darkness for a moment before deciding he would start working now, get a head start on that job and maybe even finish it off tonight as well.

sitting at the bar looking around nervously knowing someone would be out to get him sooner or later Mark called for another drink, it probably wasn't one of his smarter ideas to go in a bar full of bounty hunters but who would see it coming, and did anyone really think his stupid enough to do such a thing. chugging back his beer Mark walked toward the front door not to far behind that guy with an eye patch, flanking right where he turned left Mark quickly flanked another right in to an ally way. following his unknown path Mark just know he didn't want to be followed and kept looking over his shoulder every few steps.

[Nukeles]

David walked slowly down the aisle of the long train. It had been a horribly difficult year since he had left Final Fantasy City. Never knowing what was happening with his mother or father, not allowed to play the game he loved so much, he had never felt so alone. Perhaps it was the madness that comes with being alone that drove him to foolishly come back to the city that never sleeps, or perhaps, it was just a longing for a place he could call home again.

The streets of Red Blood City had definitely taken a toll on his heart, he no longer saw people the same, where once he was the optimist now stood the pessimist. David stepped down onto the station platform, the woman behind him was pushing at his back with her bags, he figured she was in a hurry for the sake of being in a hurry, trains had the tendency to make people feel that way.

With a long trench coat on and a baseball cap he walked the streets attempting to remain inconspicuous. Each step and every moment his sense of sight existed reminded him of his loss. It wasn't the loss of possessions that had him saddened, but the loss of his friends and family, in a way they all still lived, he was the one who had 'died'.

David couldn't stand it anymore, he wasn't a drinker but he needed something to slow his memories from pounding on the door of his insanity, for the wood was beginning to fall apart and soon there would be nothing but a shattered man for the world to see. He turned the corner and began walking to the entrance of the first bar he could see. It wasn't hard to find a bar in this city, in fact a street without a bar seemed to be the misfit. Pulling the cap down further to cover his eyes he walked into the bar to smell the musky smell of the smokers and the smell of denial slipping through the taps. He walked in slowly making sure not to get in anybodies path he took a seat at the bar.

"Beer, please" He held out a ten dollar bill, it was almost like he had framed this moment now in his mind forever, 'awareness of accomplished suicide', David, in the prime of his game had never drank in his life, but those days were long gone, a life time ago. At this thought he smiled, after all what else was their to do in a moment such as this.

[Apollo]

turning the corner out of the ally way Mark went in to a different bar that was not to far from the underground train system, walking in he looked around there was not to much going on at this bat a few stragglers, and a man who was obviously trying to hide in plane site. sitting beside the man in the trench coat Mark put down thirty dollars "i'd like to start a tab please" placing a drink in front of the other man and taking his both their money he nodded "what you want to drink?" he asked Mark, looking at the selection "the shots of tequila please" nodding to Mark the bartender filled three shot glasses and brought them over to him all at once. nodding to the man Mark took back his first shot and then looked to the man beside him, "at least ill be worm tonight" he said with a smile still upon his face, it was fake but who really had to know that.

still sitting on his couch looking at the two names David Mill he had heard that name before somewhere, standing up Vincent walked toward his computer, sitting down he typed in the name seeing many results of the same person come up on his search engine, it was quite impressive he had been one of the top hockey players for a time, and then just sort of fell off the grid, "where did you go" Vincent mumbled to him self. looking back down to the sheet of paper Vincent typed in the second name Markus Vash, there was nothing on this man it was like he had no importance, then deleting the first name he looked up Vash alone. seeing results of scientists and doctors that lived not to long ago in this city and may even still. Turning off the computer Vincent walked over to his Vault and put in the code as the metal door opened to show all of his gear he first put on his goggles and then followed with the rest.

then looking at the sheet of paper once more, putting in the coordinantes to where they wanted to meet, and the googles then drew out a bath for him Vincent grabbed his grappling hood gun from his belt opened the window and shot it out toward the roof of the building next to his.

[Nukeles]

David took the drink into his hand, the glass was already wet with condensation and his hand filled with little tears of water. The man who sat down beside him had started a tab, it made him automatically somewhat pity the man. To start a tab in a rundown bar like this. Was that his own future? He looked back down into the glass of beer, it certainly seemed likely.

David stood up, he hadn't touched the beer and turned to the man with the tab going, "You can have that if you want, I didn't touch it." He left some change on the counter for the bartender and began to walk towards the washroom.

Standing over the sink he rinsed his face off and stared into the black holes of his eyes for a moment. He had read something on the train that had really began to make him wonder what he was doing with his life.

Thus there are no accidents in a life; a community event which suddenly bursts forth and involves me in it does not come from the outside. If I am mobilized in a war, this war is my war; it is in my image and I deserve it. I deserve it first because I could always get out of it by suicide or by desertion; these ultimate possibles are those which must always be present for us when there is a question of envisaging a situation. For lack of getting out of it, I have chosen it.

Had he chosen this life? Was he capable of deserting this situation? Questions continued to race through his mind, 'maybe I should have drank that beer...' he thought to himself.

David gathered himself and walked out of the washroom but had forgotten to put his hat back on. Almost instantly upon stepping out a man sitting at a table looked over at him and squinted. Not realizing he had forgotten his hat he went to pull it down but found nothing there. In shock he somewhat froze as the man began to walk towards him. 'stupid stupid stupid what was I thinking coming back here'. In Red Blood people didn't even own television sets or have a hockey team, he had won the championship with FFC not even a full year ago, of course the fans would recognize him.

"Hey Mill, you thinkin of honourin that contract you signed with the FFC anytime soon? f*ckin punk!" The man was obviously drunk but David knew that he was right. With the rest of the bar now turned towards the two of them, David ignored him and walked towards the exit. As he was almost at the door the drunk hurled a bottle towards David who had his back to the man. Shattering against the hockey stick he had under his trench coat David turned around quickly in anger and began to reach for his gun. The rest of the bar now all standing and yelling amongst themselves.

[Apollo]

chugging back the beer as the man walked in to the wash room Mark looked back to the bar tender, "so how long have I been coming here again?" he said with a light slur to his voice now "a few month I would say" nodding Mark looked to his side as the man now came out with his hat off, at first glance Mark didn't really know who the guy was until the drunk walked up to him and said his name. he only watched hockey when he was betting on it and Mill was bad for his betting year, but in the long run all he was doing was his job.

watching as the bottle smashed against his back Mark turned his head quickly to the culprit and walked toward him with the mug of beer that was now empty, knowing what he was planning would just add to the commotion smashing the mug over the mans head mark looked over to mill who was still near the exit. "come on, no point in getting ourselves in to a fight not worth fighting"

coming up to the location they had specified on the sheet of paper Vincent hooked his grappling hook to a light post, slowly and quietly setting himself down at ground level he placed a radio in front of the door and then climbed back up to the roof tops then sitting with his back against the wall he loaded his cross bow and but a blunt metal tip on it. shooting it at the door Vincent hear a THUD using his goggles he zoomed in on the door. as it opened a man grabbed both the blunt tipped bolt and the radio. turning on his walky-talky Vincent spoke "heres how it works, you pay me half before I do the job and half after if I see your skimping out on the payment I am not going to do said job, and if you try to locate me using the radio i will explode. because you want me to go after two guys the pay will be higher I expect five thousand now in the ally way across from your building and five thousand after i finish the job."

[Nukeles]

David was surprised to see the act of kindness from a person, must have been in Red Blood for to long. He nodded at the man he had given a beer and stopped clutching the handle of his gun.

David walked towards the drunk and helped him onto a chair, his friend came over and started trying to wake him up and apologized for his friends stupidity. David shrugged it off and turned to the man who had helped him, "Thanks for the hand their, almost did something I would have regret."

It was about 11:30pm at that point and he figured that he should start looking for a place to crash. "You wouldn't know where the closest motel is would you?" He asked the man.

The ruckus from the fight had drawn the attention of a few people outside who were now standing around the windows hoping something more would happen. David hid his face and reached into his bag where he had another baseball cap.

[Apollo]

looking to his side as the question was asked Mark nodded "I know a few places around here, there not the nicest but they don't cost to much ether." taking his first step passed the people grounded around the window in front of the bar Mark looked over his shoulder to see that David was following. it had been a long time sense Mark had actually made some what of a friend and the fact that he had met someone semi famous tonight was a plus.

Watching as a man walked out the door with a briefcase, watching as he walked in to the ally way, leaning slightly over the ledge of the tall building to watch as he put the briefcase on the ground with a note on the handle. Taking his grappling hook Vincent hooked it to a pipe beside him. getting to his feet waiting for the man to walk back toward the building he had come for which soon he did, stepping over the edge in to empty space Vincent gripped the handle of his gun and slowly distended toward the briefcase grabbing it he walked back up the wall.

Looking at the note it only said four word's we want them alive smirking slightly he turned on his heel and set his GPS to home so that he could do some research and figure out where to start.

[Nukeles]

He walked behind the man out of the bar, he hoped that the man didn't know who he was and wasn't planning some sort of robbery, if he was he would be dissapointed because David was all but broke at this point. People in the street gave him a few glances over and he was pretty sure that he had been recognized. Suddenly he had a thought 'what if this guy helping me is actually part of the mafia, that could be where he is bringing me to now'. He looked at the man, he didn't look like he was in the mafia and it seemed like it would be pretty unlikely that he had been following him in a disguise.

Regardless David didn't really have a choice in the matter, and so he continued to follow the man who he had not even introduced himself to. In Red Blood he had gone by an alias out of caution but it might be to late to use one in this situation.

"Guess we kind of skipped the introductions back there," he held his hand out for a shake, "My names Dave..." He paused hoping that the man wouldn't have a change of heart in that moment. At this point David was just so tired he was ready to collapse anywhere that had 4 walls and curtains for the window.

"You handled that situation pretty well back there, that kinda thing happen a lot around you?" He said it and wondered if it had come off as offensive, he did not intend it to...

[Apollo]

turning to look at him as david talked to him Mark nodded "Mills right? I remember losing a lot of money because of you, but thats in the past so what happened? you just kind of vanishedd, beginning to walk backwards so that he could keep eye contact, it had been a while sense he had decided to help someone else than himself out but at the same time it kinda felt like he could get something out of this himself, nothing like money, but more like someone to survive with. someone to have his back so that nether of them can just get snuck up on.

Reaching his home after not to long, Vincent opened the briefcase and began counting the money and making sure that it was legitimate, counting up to five thousand dollars in hundreds vincent nodded to himself and walked toward the computer, grabbing a picture of mills he printed it off folded it up and put it in to his jacket pocket, now the fun part came tracking him down where would he start though. where would you go if you didn't want to be found, the slumbs chuckling to himself, the slums are pretty hart to differentiate between the rest of the city unless you have lived here for a while.

[Nukeles]

David put his hand down, he found it somewhat awkward the man hadn't introduced himself but decided to just keep rolling with the conversation. After all, the guy was doing him a big favour showing him to a good motel.

He had thought about it enough times, what did the fans think of his sudden departure. Unfortunately he was never able to come up with an answer that he believed justified the decision. "I guess I just couldn't deal with the media..." he said, but he didn't even convince himself. Yet, the truth was to long and complicated to understand, not to mention, would put him in considerable danger to let someone guiding him become aware to the fact that he has a bounty on his head.

Arriving at a building he looked around. It seemed legitimate. There was a couple crackheads standing outside the building but they were harmless. The building looked like it was around 50 years old with very little maintenance done on it he could tell it would be a fairly cheap and inconspicuous place to stay. In that respect it was perfect for him. So very far from the glamour of fame and fortune he once lived in.