Matthew remained silent as Trelas and the other man was talking. Even he didn't know what were they talking about, he just confirmed himself that he was an enemy that their forces were needed to kill..


"We have to end this.."

Matthew nodded and prepared himself for an attack. Rising up from his bed, he called for his sword, Moon Water, and swung it above his shoulder and follow her attentively.. He lowered his beret and focused on the way that Trelas was heading to. "I must follow the forces.." He said to himself, thinking about nothing but the mission the was in..

Dutch came out of Active Camo minutes later, running at an extreme speed, around the northern borderline, it was fun, just to be in flow with the air surrounding him, It was wonderful, He landed softly, flexxing his arms, pulling out a notepad, writing things down, for his later assault on the northern, this would be the big push. Which would decide who would win the remainder of the forces in the war at hand in the city.

Apollo was standing on the roof tops looking out on the southern side of the city when he noticed a man running along "Dutch." he said as he jumped from one roof top to another and slid down a pipe to the street below then ran up a wall grabbing on to a A/C unit and jumping form that into an open window "I better hurry. i hear Dutch is fast." he said to himself as he ran faster though the building and jumped up a window on the other side and started to climb a pipe back tot he roof tops...

Dutch heard a noise, speedily putting away his notepad, almost like a blur he was gone, a few building away already, letting his arms fall behind him, to stop wind resistance, running alongside a building, soft and silent, he didnt really want to be caught, last time he got caught, the sexual encouter almost made me spill the beans.

Apollo activated his Thermal Vision to keep track of Dutch knowing he had be heard he started to run most silently trying not to be heard again. after a few minutes he noticed a way to out smart Dutch and took it now all he had to do was wait... just before Dutch ran by he turned from the stairway to the roof and grabbed him by the throat throwing him to the ground placing his handgun in his face with his knee pressed down in Dutch's chest he said "what are you doing? don't you know you just entered Northern Territory" he looked at him with his Thermal vision still on so his eyes appeared red and emotionless as he held his throat and pressed harder with his knee trying to make him lose breathe...

Dutch struggled" Thermoptic implants... Apollo.. Special Operations Sector 8...Pleasure.."

He mumbled, coughing slightly, losing his breath.

"I am not at right to tell you my business old man.."

He said, struggling for breath badly now, as he looked up into Apollos eyes slightly, he showed no sign of fear or remorse.

"I will kill Trelas for the Hanus crim she has commited, to both you... and me... Now please release me."

"old Man" Apollo said as he tighten his grip on Dutch's throat "I'm only 16 Old Man." he said with a hint of sarcasm as he pressed the gun to his forehead "besides i know about that and I will deal with it in time my way" he said as he stood up letting Dutch go. "but for now you better leave the North before more soldiers show up" Apollo as he as jumped off the building disappearing intot he fog below...

Dutch caught his breath, seeing a squad heading his way.

"Oh beleive me..Im not going anywhere.."

He mumbled, heading towards the squad speedily, a chain with spikes coming out of his sleeve, which he span around a member of the squad, throwing him into the other members hastily, like a baton, which was very effective in this situation. The squad members were cut up quite bad, and would most likely bleed to death, Dutch loosened the chain, the man falling from its grasp as he pulled it back inside his sleeve.

"Cannon fodder... damn you northern basterds."

Matthew helped Trelas fought the enemies.. He sliced down a man, turning it into two.. Bloods were overflowing on his Moon Water.. He did it to the others..