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"Good job yesterday..." The hooded man was walking down the stairs near Syn, "I heard some fast shooting and knew it was you... I also heard the thuds of the bodies..." he walked down the stairs the full way and leaned his shoulder on the stair railing with his hands in his pockets, "I heard that you got harmed. May I see it?" he asked, staring at her through his shrouded face.

Sammie had tired her hardest not to go to sleep last night. She wasnt ready for more nightmares after enduring them the night before. There was only so much of them she could take at one time. Therefore she had spent most of the night in her room trying to keep herself awake with the tv and a few books she had found laying around the room.

She began to hear voices which meant a few of the others were probably awake. After taking a shower she put some make-up on. That was one thing she had definatly missed while being locked away. She made special care to put foundation under her eyes to cover the dark rings due to lack of sleep. She then got dressed and headed out of her room to find the others. Coming across The Wraith standing at the bottom of the stairs and walked passed him leaning against one of the walls as she said good morning to everyone.

There I sat alone on the roof. Why did I act almost anti-social? I wasn't nor did I know why I acted in such a manner. You would think I would like the company of others. The peace was nice though. It was different than being locked up. It was actually peaceful. If anyone chose to come up then I wouldn't ignore them, I guess I just like being up here. It was my peaceful time in a chaotic world.

She couldn't speak. She looked to her shirt, and saw the outline of the bandage through her shirt. Great, she thought. "Yeah," she spoke, "pretty tough crowd. But,...how did...you know it was...me?" She looked at him carefully, not to make a wrong stare. She got up from her stool, and walked over to him. "You can," she spoke. Taking her arm, she winced from the pain that shot through her body, and pulled it out from the neck of her shirt. It was a struggle, but she showed him the bandaged that was wrapped around at the top her shoulder, and down to her mid-arm. It was blood soaked from the previous night, and applying pressure to it while she slept. "It's not the first time a bullet as ripped through my body," she said looking at the bandaged, "I'm just a little too....reckless, I guess." She sighed, and let him examine her wound.

The Wraith groaned at the sight of it, "God..." he said, unwrapping it to see the hole still in her flesh, "Would you mind if I sewed this up? This is the perfect condition for an infection..." he poked around the skin, feeling it hard and sighing lightly, hoping it wasn't already infected. "I knew it was you from your weaponry and style. You seem to like dual one handed guns and you seem to fight with spirit... I've noticed... I also heard the results from your quick shooting. Impressive I must say..." he walked towards the table in the middle of the room and reached underneath where a first aid kit was taped to the bottom.

He walked back over towards her after getting out a medical needle and some black thread to make a stitch. He also brought out some rubbing alcohol to clean it a bit, "Don't worry... I know my way around wounds..." he said as he dabbed a cotton swab with the alcohol and began patting around the wound to keep it sanitary.

She gasped, but smiled. "Not one person has really complimented me on that kind of skill," she spoke. The alcohol burned her skin. But, she showed no fear or no pain of the burning sensation. In fact, she didn't want to tell any of them she had been harmed or shot. The bullet was out, and she was glad for that. The assent of her wound burned as The Wraith cleaned it up. The needled dug in her skin, and she let her head go back, feeling the sensation of pain as she saw the black thread, pulling her skin together. She was finally alone with him, but she felt now wasn't the exact time to tell. ....Well, then, when is? The thought ceased her from thinking about anything else, when she SHOULD be thinking about the Twins that Magix told her about in the lobby. She planned on isolating herself from the rest of the group to work solo as her new career, and solo killings from The Wraith. Though she knew it was only a fantasy, she would take anything he told her. Pulling her head back into place, she dazed at him while he threaded her back together.

"What is your weapons preference?" The Wraith asked her, finishing the sewing and tying it together tight so it wouldn't loosen, "If you insist on dual single handed weapons, I might have a pair that you would enjoy. Light, steel, dual pistols that has a hair trigger with scopes on both of them. They can travel about 5500 yards before falling to the earth and can break through most body armor. The only thing it can't break is the armor you all used and kevlar swat vest, but they served me well in the past..." he snipped the thread and stood up, "There we go... that should be good for now..." he snapped shut the first aid kit and walked over to place it under the table.

(Going to work now. Be back in five hours... :S)

"Well," Syn said admiring her scar, "I've been using regular .9mm black and white pistols. I found Dirk in the hallway, and looked in his bag to find more, but I couldn't remember the type." She widened her eyes. "...R-Really?!" The weapons he described to her were so gradulous, she didn't know what to say. "That-..That'd be amazing!" She couldn't believe he was helping her. But, then again, he is generous enough to help anyone in the group. After re-patching her shoulder, she hesitated. Looking at him through those dark, mysterious eyes of hers. She hugged him. After hugging, she brought her lips to his ear, "Thank you," she whispered.

I sat there with my notepad and pen. I draw modifications for the guns I have as well as new weapons I want to make. I think up a great concealed gun perfect for assassinations. It is built into an ordinary cane. With a turn on part of the cane it became a high powered automatic machine gun. I love to design and create weapons. I had many the police never found but I didn't know when I would get back to New York so I decided to make new ones. This will be my best job ever.

The Wraith was silent, at awe at what she did, but brought his arms around to give her a slight hug, "Anytime..." he said as he broke away and began walking, "Come on... I'll go get them now. They are in my room..." he began walking upstairs slowly, "I'm not going to lie. They have been used... they were one of my first guns I made myself, so I might need to tune them up a bit, but I'd like you to see them first before I go ahead and give them to you," he arrived at his door and turned the key, unlocking it and opening the door. He stood to the side to let her through first, using his hand to guide her through the door.

She sensed that maybe he wasn't used to the affection. She nodded, and slowly followed him upstairs to his room. She was excited for the storage that he had. ..First guns ever made? He must be smart, she thought, and talented with his skill. Maybe this was a step up to being more...closer to him than she intended to expect. She nodded a 'thank you,' and walked in his room. She was amazed of the sight, and looked back to him. She took off her shoes, and placed them outside the room. She didn't want to ruin his room that looked uberly organized. She turned her head, and stood there with her hands crossed, and her feet snapped shut together.

"Relax..." he said, walking over quickly and shutting the door that lead to the guitar room, "Don't.. uh... don't go in there..." he said quietly as he walked over towards his trunk and unlocked it with the key he had in his pocket. He took out a briefcase and walked over towards her, unlocking it and opening it slowly. The black briefcase showed two silver, completely cleaned and buffed pistols. They were in a foam holder and were covered with a red silk that was around the guns.

After getting bored I head back down. I come across a matinance room and find tools inside. Using them and extra ammo clips I am able to modify a few to double the amount of ammo the military rifle can store. I grab some empty cans and set them up about 100 feet from the building. I head back up to the roof. I hadn't seen anyone so I just assumed they were asleep. I take the rifle and a watch. I shoot all 10 down. "6.3 seconds... Not to bad but I could be quicker." I guess I didn't think about the noise.

She couldn't relax. The tension that she felt, felt like she was going to explode. She looked at the door he closed. ...What was he hiding? She let the thought go away as she glared down at the red silk. She moved it off the pistols, and ran her hand over them, but stopped when she figured they weren't ready to be taken out of their case. "Beautiful," she said almost in a whisper. She looked to him, and flashed him a soft grin. After looking at the pistols, she felt a chill run down her body. The shooting...the blood...and murder. She grinned wider when she thought more and more of the kills she'd soon come to face with. Her thoughts were ruined when she heart ten she heard ten gunshots. Startled, she placed her hand on her chest. She quickly turned to face the door. "Probably one of the group," she spoke aloud. She turned back to the case, and watched the pistols shine.

The Wraith snapped the briefcase shut and handed it to her, "I can't take that chance..." he said and ran out the room, "Make yourself at home if you'd like, I'd be back in awhile..." and with that he began running up towards the roof where he heard the noise. He ran the few flights of stairs and finally arrived at the room, kicking the door open and taking out a pistol and aiming it, only seeing Magix. He saw the sniper in his hands and walked over to see the cans on the floor and sighed, "It was only you..." he said and put away his pistol, "Sorry... thought they were retaliating early..."

She sighed. Taking the case, she looked for something to write with. She couldn't leave the room without saying a 'thank you.' Going through drawers, she found a small scrap of paper, and a pen. [Probably for writing down any plan,] she wrote,

Thank you for the case. You won't regret the choice.

- Syn.

Oh, by the way, you're going to have to let me sit by your door and hear you play again.

Setting the letter on the table of where the case sat, she left his room, and climbed the stairs back to her own. Setting the case on her bed, she opened it. Taking the pistols in her hand, she felt like she was going to lose it. She quickly put the pistols back in their place. She sat next to the case. Once again, she had been close to The Wraith, and she blew her chance. Though, she let it go, and decided later would be better. Getting up, she went to the bathroom, and saw the hamper. The clothes she saw, "May as well," she spoke.

I turned as The Wraith came up. "Don't worry. It's my fault. I should have let you all know before shooting like that. I just made some modifications to the gun so it could hold more shots and I wanted to make sure it worked. Well it did." I smile as I stand up.

Cole woke up with a shock. Gunshots...? Probably gun-crazy Zane... Cole said. "Wow... that's the time?" He muttered as he saw the clock. The numbers 3:25 glowed effervescently straining against the pale sunlight. Cole got up and walked over to the door, still wearing the clothes from last night. Might as well ask him if I can get some modifications Cole thought. Locking his door, he started for the stairs.

As Cole stepped out into the cool air onto the rooftop, he carefully took off the M1 slung over his shoulder. "Yo Zane, .. Trice... whoever, think you can help me with this?" Cole asked, wondering if this was worth his time.

I look at Cole. "Its Zane. It really depends on what you want done. I'm a bit limited on resources here, but I'll see if I can help ya. So what is it you want done?" I ask as I pickup my rifle.

"Yeah, the firing mechanism jams easily, and I was wondering if you could stick a sight on it. It's been long since I've used one, my aim's a bit off" Cole said, smiling. "Also, it'd be nice if you could replace my bayonet! The other one kind of got dented from Syn." Cole continued, chuckling. "Any other ideas?" Cole asked, as he held out his M1 Carbine for inspection.