Deryx walked in the Eroberung Cafe dressed in his black hoody and khaki pants and sat at the cafe bar and asked for a couple shots of vodka. Deryx slammed one down and rotated the alcohol in his second glass and then drank that one as well. Deryx walked out the cafe after a couple shots of liquor and lit up a cigarette and stared at a suspicious vehicle across the street. Deryx watched the black car and took a couple drags off of his cigarette and spoke to himself "Its kind of obvious how suspicious you are when your car has shaded windows." Deryx believed these were some rebel spies keeping an eye on him. Deryx was already reported to be wandering around the town after he killed a Rebel Spy that was looking for The Revolt base. The Revolts had no jobs for him and he was wanting some time off. It seems like now he is going to have another night of bloodshed. Deryx walked away from the cafe and began walking down the street and of course the car started its engine and slowly began following him.

Later when Deryx got to the end of the street he took off down an alley and ran dodging the trash cans and garbage in the alley. The car quickly pulled up next to the alley entrance and rolled down the car window and opened fire with an uzi. Deryx rolled behind a dumpster and was hearing the ricochet of bullets hit the dumpster. Deryx pulled out his .50 calibur magnum pistol and rolled out from behind the dumpster and shot a couple rounds at the car. Deryx immediately continued down the ally and the car drove away from the opening of alley. Deryx reached the other side of the alley and saw a car stopped at a redlight in the road. Deryx ran up to the car and opened the door and sat in the passenger side and pointed a gun at the drivers ear and commanded "Drive!" The scared civilian replied "No I won't do it", Deryx sighed and pulled the trigger in his gun and the drivers brains and blood splattered against the window. Then he tossed the body out the driver door and wiped off the blood off the windshield. He began driving the car down the street. Deryx sat in the driver seat and began driving to downtown Paris to an entrance in the sewer to hideout at the Revolt base. Deryx sighed and said to himself "I'm sick of this job."

Talon frowned as he heard the sounds of gunfire nearing the entrance of the Revolt base. Rolling his eyes, he made his way out via a nearby subway and looked around a bit, finally noticing the bloodied car and knowing that few people would do something as wild as this. "Yes, Deryx, you're really being inconspicuous, aren't you? Nothing unusual about a random man driving around in a blood-drenched car!" he snarled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Sure, he was probably more than half the man's age, but he was also a pretty powerful person in the Revolt world, even with his age. And, as far as he was concerned, there was nothing worse than making a scene then running back to one of the many entrances to the Revolt world.

"Are you trying to get us all killed!? You've lost it! Completely, utterly lost it!!!" he rambled, rolling his eyes and looking the man over before raising a brow. "You're one of those mercenary guys, aren't you? Those people that run around shooting people and then running back here!? Damn, I need to talk to whoever it is that trains you people..." [desc]Talon finished, rolling his eyes. "Seriously, you people are going to get us massacred! If you kill someone, at least clean it up thoroughly before you come back, okay? We clear on that?"

Talon sighed, raising a brow as he wandered casually into the bar, looking about curiously as he parked himself before the bar itself, ordering a beer and replaying with a mumbled

"Thanks"

after he received said drink. After a few moments of sipping at the bottle of what he guessed (by taste) was Bud Lite, he produced a guitar from the case which hung from the handle of his chair.

As he began strumming out the tune of Yes It Is by The Beatles, he observed his surroundings. Odd, he thought silently to himself. I'd have thought that there's be slightly more people than this by this time of the day... he contemplated as he persisted to strum away on the battered instrument.