Late at night, the main building of the Carnage Assassin Company was silent. Dark clouds slowly covered the moon as a gust blew in thundering clouds overhead. The only thing that could be seen out of the dark night was the red lights of the company building's sign and the flickering stree lights. It wasn't long until the thundering clouds became a storm as a bolt of lightning burst through the sky, breaking the clouds to release a sudden pouring rain to fall down on Shade City. For a moment, the sounds of the storm were all that could be heard, until the sudden sound of an alarm ringing from the Carnage Company building filled the pouring air. Followed by the crashing sound of a window as a figure could be seen leeping out.

Spinning in mid air, the figures black scarf dragged behind as he aimed two black hand guns behind him, firing at several others chasing him down in mid air as a gunshot quickly struck down. Once a shot took down the five chasers, the figure spun back facing forward, landing on the roof top of a nearby building under the pouring rain. Looking up at the broken window he leeped through as several others gather, looking down at him, one calling out. "What do you think your doing, Jax?!" A sudden bolt of lightning reveals him on the roof top looking up as his gray hair and red eyes just give the one that called out to him an emotionless stare before replying, "Breaking my chains from this place!" With that said, Jax dashed off, jumping onto the next roof top, he went farther from the Company building.

Jax managed to reach ground level between two buildings, stepping out into the empty street. The rain still pouring down as he began to wonder how he would continue now that he turned on the place he had lived in all his life.

"Ughhh. Another assassin had the bright idea they could leave Carnage, the fool. Well Jax lets go." Vincent said sitting up. He noticed that he didn't get a response right away Jax was usually the first one up if the alarmed sounded. Then he saw that Jax bed was empty. "Damn it Jax. Left with out me." Vincent got up and ran out the door. Then he saw Jax jump out the window. "MOTHER*Bleep*ER. *Bleep* Damn it. Great the one person who knew how to defend themselves and know how to escape, would be the one doing it." Vincent ran down the stairs in an effort to see if he could follow Jax. When he saw Jax jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Vincent realised that he couldn't catch him in this weather. He started swearing under his breath that Jax had no appreciation for Carnage did for them or how they given them a family and a place to call home. Vincent went up to the mission room just for the sake of knowing that someone would be tracking down Jax. If at all possible he wanted it to be him.

Annette was in her room, at the Carnage building, she had just returned from an assiment given to her. She let out a deep sigh as she placed down her keys and sword on the nearest table. Her firery red eyes scanned her pitch black room. Suddenly an alarm went off, at the same time a flash of lighting and the sound of roaring thunder piearce through her room. Annette jumped as she instinctively grabbed her sword. She turned and stared at the alarm above the doorway. The red light flashing every other second, the high pitch noise bugged her ear. The sound of loud knocking snapped her back into reality. She anwsered the door. A man stood on the other side he was another assiassin that worked for this company. "Someone is trying to escape, we must stop him," it was all the man said before running off to the hallways.

Annette watched him run, Escape? she thought Escape from what?....from who......this building, this company......ha..ha.....but why, why would someone want to leave. Annette was unknownly walking down the halls as she thought her puzzling thoughts. Is that even possible?.....UGH i still dont get it how can someone just leave? She was interuppted by the sound of shattering glass. She quickly ran towards the sound, she was so light footed her feet seem to not even touch the floor as she ran. Her lava eyes saw five other chasers in front of her, she watched them all one by one fall to the ground as shots were fired. Annette bend her right leg and quickly leaped to the side as a bullet flew pass her. Reaching the shattered window she stuck half her body out, her eyes widened as she saw who was escaping "Jax," she said to herself. The strong winds blew through her hair, making it appear like flames. Annette watched Jax dissappeared into the night. Free, she thought, "He's Free!"

Red stood moodily by the window of the mission room, indifferently watching as Jax Reaper escaped. She'd already been in here - attempting to hack satellite signals using the mainframe in here. And now there were sirens going off, people yelling, chaos rampant. She rolled her eyes. This was supposed to be a highly ordered operation, and here they all were, panicking because one agent had run off. She didn't see what all the fuss was. They'd catch him. Carnage always got their man.

She kept her back to the agents who were all filing into the room, confused and looking for direction. She wasn't confused at all. It was obvious what had happened. Jax Reaper had been feeling controlled by Carnage, which wasn't all together unreasonable actually, and had decided to run off. What to do next? Well that was obvious too. Go after him of course. Only a few needed be sent though - it was just one assasisin after all. However, if they wanted him to captured, Red would be a part of the few. She hoped they were inteligent enough to know that she would be an assest to this mission. Jax was a young assassin, but not a stupid one. Besides, most of these assassins were all guns and knives. Somebody had to be the voice of reason amongst the bloodlust. Somebody had to have their senses during the senseless killing. Somebody had to be the brains to all this brawn.

And that somebody was Red. Or at least, it better be.

Roy, being his 9 year old self, was oblivious to the escalating violence within the Carnage building and absently followed the stream of assassins as confused as he was into a room he had never been in before. There were still many rooms and hidden passages within this company's base unknown to the child, who had only been participating in the most basic of training for the past 3 months. He'd usually fuss or rage at the lack of information provided to his bossy self, though he had long since learned not to question the going-ons in Carnage. Even some of the highest ranked assassins were left in the dark about its activities.

Roy weaved his way through the wave of people, some running, some shouting, others brandishing their weapons, and a few even panicking. A bit disturbed by the unusually loudness of his surroundings, Roy soon collided with the back of a female figure.

"Hey, Lady! Watch where you're going!" he shouted angrily, even though he had been the one who had walked into her. Roy folded his robed arms against his chest in defiance and cocked his head to the side in order to see past the the mane of long, blond hair.

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"Hey, Jax! Where ya goin', buddy?!" shouted Lloyd, his voice accented with the soft tint of a Southern accent. He was sitting atop the Carnage roof and had cupped his hands together in order to magnify the projection of his voice when he had seen Jax bouncing off the rooftop adjacent of his own.

Lloyd raised a questioning brow as Jax was followed by multiple agents, all brandishing guns and knives, currently using them or their ammunition as projectiles to throw at the escapee. Suddenly realizing the renegade assassin's actions, Lloyd stood and whooped joyously, throwing his battered cap into the air. "Well, God damn, Jax.. ! I never thought YOU had the balls!" he grinned, patting down his ruffled, blond hair which had been mussed up by Lloyd's excitement.

Lloyd ran to the side of the roof's edge and looked downwards at Jax's disappearing figure. Looking down upon the dim-lighted street, he had also noticed a girl, observing the scene from a window beneath Lloyd.

Henrietta watched the escape from her bedroom window with a mix of admiration for Jax as well as bitterness. She was glad that he escaped, he was the only one that she had been able to talk freely with, he might have even been a friend.... but, it wasn't fair. How come he could escape when she was shot down... More importantly, why didn't he take her with him. "ARGHHHH" she screamed as she punched her fist into the window, cracking the glass pane and splitting her knuckles open. Lightening flashed and a look of complete and total agony could have been seen on her face. It wasn't physical pain that made her cry out, she was numb to that now... it was the agony of being left behind. Honestly she felt somewhat betrayed. The intercom crackled over the sounding alarm. "Attention, Attention. All Carnage agents, report to communications center briefing room C for an emergency situation. I repeat, all Agents report ot Communications Room..."

Henrietta could have almost cried. "It's not fair..... It's just not fair...."

It was a short walk from her room to the communications center, they never let her out of sight without another agent or she was close by anymore. 'Safety precautions' they said, but she knew they were watching her, waiting for her to try to escape again. She scowled and took her seat in the front few rows with the other high ranking agents.

It's not fair, why didn't Jax take her with him?

Clown played with several knives when all the rucus started.
"Really? Another one?" Clown asked himself as he looked outside his door, seeing all the other agents freaking out.
He let out a chuckle as he made his way to a window to see who exactly had "escaped" the company.
"Jax, that son of a bitch." Clown said with a smile.
"Attention, Attention. All Carnage agents, report to communications center briefing room C for an emergency situation. I repeat, all Agents report ot Communications Room..." Clown heard from the intercom.

He walked to the room with a big grin on his face as he sat a couple seats down from a little girl.
"Oh Reap," Clown spoke as if Jax was in the room,"Now everyone has to hunt you down."

After catching his breath abit from his escape, Jax walked toward a Motel jsut down the stree from the alley he was at. Entering the doors, soaking wet, he walked up to the desk and rang the bell. An old man came out from behind the back room, "Why hello, are you here for a room?" Jax nods, dropping a pile of money on the desk that he had saved from gathering targets for awhile now. "I just wish to stay for awhile, you can keep what ever is left over from the pay." The old man looked amazed as he grabbed the money, "Why of course!" Handing Jax the key to a room as he counted the cash. Not even waiting him to finishing counting, Jax just went toward his room as he locked the door and dropped onto the bed. "....so this is it....First step done.." Placing his hands behind his head as he relaxed abit for the first time today.
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As the assassins were called into the breifing room, a large screen activated as the silouet of a man on a chair is seen. "Attention all assassins. One of your fellow men, Jax Reaper, a skilled assassins that was climbing the ranks, has escaped just now. He has developed a belief that he has a better life outside this company. We all of course know better then that. So we are to hunt him down and stop his fake belief. Each of you will be given a chance to hunt him down if the last ones fail to catch him. You will be contacted directly in your quarters. Are there any questions?" The head man asked to the assassins, not waiting to long as he quickly spoke agian. "No? good....you are all dismissed..." The screen turning off.

Vincent knew that Jax wasn't stupid. It would be hard to track him. Though given time and enough info he could find anyone. Thats true about everyone. As Vincent walked to his room he started to think for a minute, where he might go. "Shit theres a lot of places he might be, Shade City's huge. Well no time like the present to find him." As he entered his room he saw that all of Jax's stuff was gone. "Damn i knew Carnage moved fast but I didn't think they moved that fast." Vincent went over to his punching bag and started working out. This was his 5th bag this month. Vincent was trying some new combos that he had seen on this one movie. He forgot what movie it was.

Red sighed lightly as she watched the room empty. She folded her arms over her chest and waited until the room cleared. Afterwards she followed the throng of people out of the room and down several halls to her bedroom. She sat down at her Tianhe-I, a Chinese supercomputer and the world's fastest known computer; given to her by Carnage of course. A supercomputer was of course capable of working on it's own, but with someone as inteligent as Red pulling some of the strings it was capable of much more impressive and . . . devious feats.

She continued trying to hack the satellite signals without much luck. Most of the world's governments might of been severely weakened, but they still had control over their satellites . . . And the encryptions were extremely complex. She was beginning to get frustrated and loved every second of it; God she loved a good challenge. She especially wanted the challenge of going after Jax Reaper. She almost hoped that the first few failed so she would have a chance to get out there and go after him. He was inteligent but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she could catch him, as long as she put a little effort into it. Jax Reaper might've been inteligent and skilled, but he was just a kid. She would find him if given the chance. She never passed up a good challenge.

Annette, sat in the back of the room watching the announcement in silence. Her face was emotionless, her eyes glazed over, a typical look for her everyday life. She slowly got up with the rest of the group blending in with the crowd. Her long flame looking hair was the only thing that made her stand out. Try to find Jax?, pfft what is the point?, why the hell does it matter, hes gone so who cares. Why do we have to track him down and bring him back? What does Carnage want from him?, She argued to herself. Annette wasn't ignorant or naive, she wouldn't turn her back on Carnage yet she wasn't a mindless killing machine she sure as hell questioned about this company. She never question out loud, only to herself. She was slowly walking to her room, her head looking down at her feet watching them lift up from the ground and taking a step forward. She replayed what had just happened over and over again in her head. Free......hmm maybe not yet with Carnage following him, theres not really much he can do hes just one guy. So why not let him go? She walked into her room she grabbed her sword of the table heading towards the window. Her red eyes scanned the outside buildings, her hands gripped tightly around the sword. Annette is a ninja, silent, lurking in shadows, not to be seen, being tricky, not being able to be tracked. It was her specialty, a run away would try to do the same thing. "Guess I just have to follow orders," she said.

Carnage, he thought. "Full of chaos, full of misery." His shadowy figure could hardly be seen with his dark assasin robes on. He saw an assasin jumping out of the window. "And so another one starts the life of a renegade, if that is what carnage wants me to believe." He said to himself and chuckled. He dropped from his high perch to the ground, grabbing window ledges in mid fall and climbed down. As his feet touched the ground he saw a silhouette go around the corner. He chuckled and walked the same way as he saw the shadow. He went around an alleyway and saw that the silhouette went into a motel. He looked at the street name and went back the other way. He saw his motorcycle a few blocks away and got on it. In a quick maneuver he took off his hood and put on the helmet. It would take a while until he could get back to his house.

Clown smirked as he made his way back to his quarters.
He sat down at a bench, which had several tools, such as a metal file, a hammer, and some stranger stuff.

Clown spoke to himself as he worked. "Dosen't seem worth the trouble." he said, taking a nail file and sharpening it with the metal file.
"I mean, what is one guy going to do." he tested the sharpness of the file, swivled his chair and threw it into the dartboard behind him.

He grabbed a "golf club" that he had been working on and pressed an inconspicuous button on the grip. The bottom half came off and revealed a very thin blade underneath. Clown grinned at his work. "Now that's what I call an assassin's blade."

Then, Clown got an idea. Clown walked to the quarters where a woman named Red stayed.
"Hey Red." he called witch his thick accent. "Got any weapon requests?"

Dan Taylor watched as everyone left the briefing room as he leaned against the wall next to the door. Dan was currently the oldest assassin alive in Carnage and the first of Carnage's experiments to create the super assassins that now roamed the halls. Times changed though all the new super assassins were only kids compared to him who may have killed but didn't have the mindset of the soldier. Dan Taylor has been with Carnage since 1969 and was just coming out of his service with the Marines in the Vietnam war and had the scars and build to show it. His face covered in burn scars that reached from the left side of his face all the way down his neck and going into his shirt. One arm covered in burn scars as well and the other had just a few scars from cuts and shots he took not just in Vietnam but also working for Carnage for so many years. To say the least Dan Taylor wasn't the best looking man in Carnage but was the more intimidating one with his large build thanks to all the experiment sessions he was put though just to keep him young and alive in such an advanced age he should be in considering the present year.

As the last person left the briefing room he would come out and close the door. The people of Carnage would always look at Dan Taylor wondering what the man was thinking and wanting to see what he was going to do next. Being the sort of Drill Sergeant to the less experienced assassins and mercenaries that worked for Carnage. Dan wasn't the nicest to the kids either since to them human life meant so little at such a young age because of the indoctrination that made them into the little sociopaths he had no respect for. Dan was always haunted by his kills during Vietnam and it only got worse as the years went on with Carnage. When a trainee had the balls to actually step up and ask Dan Taylor what it was like to kill a man he would always answer. "It's a hell of thing in one instance you see the life he has and then when you make the kill it's gone. You take everything that the man had and ever will have and you put yourself on a path to Hell thats hard to escape."

The old Vet walked down the halls of the building checking everyone he came across and walking into rooms to make sure everyone was doing as they were suppose to be doing. As for right now Dan Taylor was making sure that no one else had any ideas about making an escape either. Being with the company for so long he's witnessed attempts to escape and it usually followed with others getting the same bright idea.

As Jax was resting on the bed, a sudden noise woke him up. The sound of someone letting out their last breath. Opening his eyes, he sat up on the bed, looking at the door to his room. He could hear several foot steps slowly moving close to his room as they then stopped at the door.
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Infront of his room, 5 assassins were there. One, with a bloody sword from the motel's owner, stepped up close to the door. They all wore a traditional black masked outfit that lower level assassins wear until they are at a good enough rank to have their own appearance. Stepping back from the door, he signals 2 armed with automatic rifles. They stood infront of the door ahead of him, and suddenly let loose on the door. The bullets pierced through the door, filling it with holes as they shot into the room Jax was in. After about 2 minutes of firing in, they stopped as the one leading the group stepped forward. It wasn't until he took a step ahead of the two with the guns that a single gunshot was heard as a pericing bullet penetrated through his head, leaving a tunnel through his forehead and behind his head. Standing for a second, he then fell back as the other 4 armed themselves with their weapons as they saw that the shot came form behind the door.

The door then suddenly was kicked out, knocking the two with the guns back abit. Before they could react again, a black katana was stabbed into each of their chests, Jax standing between them as he looked up at them with an almost evil look with his red eyes. The other two with blades tried to attack, but Jax swung the bodies of the gunners toward them, lifting them his his blades, opening them around the waist as their blood sprayed onto the ones heading toward him, the blood getting in their faces to distract them. Like the gunners, they had no time to react after that as the katanas suddenly came up to their necks, quickly decapitating them both.

As the 5 bodies laid around him, he remembered that the lower ranks always go in groups of 6. Turning to see the sixth one riding off on a motorcycle to report back. "Well..looks like they'll send more now." He says, taking a cloth from his coat and wiping the blood of his black blades, suprisngly, not getting any of it on his clothes. Once cleaned up, he walked into the room, got his bag, and begun walking along, leaving the motel now.

(OOC I'm sorry if my post sounds kinda mean towards your character Nanase but its just who Vincent is. He hates everyone younger than him.)

While he was punching the bag he heard a ping coming from the computer in his room. When he heard it he gave the bag one last punch and turned towards the computer. "My turn eh?" Vincent said as he was skimming the email. Then he saw who he was partnered with. "Why her? The last time we worked together she almost freaking killed me. Said it was an accident. Accident my ass. She wanted me dead," Vincent groaned. He thought he was good enough to do this on his own. Apparently the Man didn't think so. "Well it the team failed we now know his last location." Vincent said grabbing his stuff. As he was walking to the rendevous area to wait for Henrietta, he fitted his gloves and armguard. "Crude but effective. I don't remember the last time I used the blade in the guard. Maybe I'll use it tonight. The Email said bring him in at all costs even if we have to bring him back dead. Either way their never going to let him live." Vincent thought outloud. As he was sitting in the lobby waiting for her, Vincent saw the low rank assassin burst through the door going on about how Jax single handedly killed 5 assassins. "Well atleast he are going to know his last known location. Just follow the trail of bodies he left behind." He muttered.

OCC: Oblivian for some reason it wont allow me to reply to your message, but the anweser is yes and yes. I dont have time to leave a post now i will later.

Henrietta returned to her room and changed into a fresh pair of clothes, her normal outfit but it was fine. She carefully strapped her side arms to her legs and grabbed her P90s and placed them on their own holsters. (kinda strapped to her back) Her face was set and her mind was made up. She would escape tonight and join Jax, no matter what she must escape tonight.

As she walked down the central stairs and into the Lobby her heart sank a little. Vincet was waiting for her with a non to happy face. This was going to complicate matters, Vincent was a high ranking assassin like herself, and he really didn't like her much. Still, she was not going to let him stop her, she must escape or die trying. She would not kill Jax or for Carnage ever again.

"Vinvcent" she said nodding to him as if to lead the way.


(Shitty post, I know XD)

Red looked up as Clown walked into her room. She pushed back from her computer, letting the wheels of her chair roll against the hardwood floors. She spun to face him and stopped the chair by digging the backs of her heels into the wood.

"Thanks," she said, "But no thanks. I don't use many weapons. A pistol is all I need, just in case. But, thank you anyway."
Red rarely used her weapons. She was more of a retrieval sort of assassin. The one you called when you wanted information, or when you wanted someone dead but you didn't want anyone to find out who did it. She was a master of posions and other creative ways of killing. She killed without drawing blood. The pistol was just backup. She'd never had to use it before. She wondered vaguely if that would ever change.

"Henrietta, Lets go I better things to do than to babysit you," Vincent said getting up he wanted to go after Jax alone but this could work. He was a bit higher rank than her, though she was as much or more dangerous than him. Vincent knew this but he decided a long time ago never to overestmate a person. He got a message on his PDA that Jax last known location was a motel a couple of blocks away. As he walked out on to the cold street, Vincent could smell victory in his grasp. He didn't want to waste time, enough of it has already been wasted. "Pfft sending newbies to do a real assassins job. The Man should have known that 6 low ranks were no match for Jax." Vincent muttered he was going a grueling pace. He kept glancing behind himself to check that Henrietta was still there. That time she shot him was the same time she tried to leave. He took her down with out a problem but a bullet wound to the gut didn't help things any.

OOC: Oblivian hahaha im so sorry but i really cant find a reply button to reply to you, and when i click compose a message it leads me to no where. I seriously tried everything to find a way to message you but theres nothing. So i dont know how you wanna discuss this.
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Annette walked to her closet, she picked out what she was going to wear and laid it on her bed. She began undressing herself, then picking out of piece of clothing off the bed putting it on, one by one. She wore a black jacket, skirt and tights. She got up after putting on her shoes, walking over to a glass case of shelves picking out her weapons, strapping them around her thighs and underneath her clothing. Her head turned to look out the window one last time. I'll find him, i know i will. She looked back at the door, grabbing her sword last before walking out.

Annette could hear others talking about a motel near by that Jax was hiding in, he had already killed another 5 assassins. She walked down the hall with the same blank look on her face Jax is a skilled fighter, i wouldn't be surprised if he killed a lot more assassins before he gets caught, she thought ending up at the broken window that Jax escaped from earlier. "Well off to that motel then," she said to herself, even though the chances of him still being there was extremely thin. She bend her knees and then kicked off, leaping into the night. Annette landed quietly on the roof top of a building a good distance away from the company. She looked back hoping that no one would follow, she hated working with others more than anything.

Annette looked forward her deep red eyes scanning the sea of buildings. She quickly ran jumping from rooftop to rooftop with amazing speed. She slowly closed her eyes, the wind running through her fiery red hair felt peaceful. The cool air felt nice against her skin. She opened up her eyes again, noticing the motel she was heading to was coming to view. She stopped at a building's rooftoop across the street from the motel. She looked down seeing nothing, and hearing nothing. This might just be fun, she thought, giving a small smirk.

OOC: Ok then, guess we'll just work the details out in the RP.
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Jax had reached a few blocks from the motel now as he contiuned walking farther from the company building. He knew they were already starting to hunt him down with that one assassin that got away, but running for it will only wear him out for when they do reach him. Was going to end up being a tough first night away from Carnage, that much was true. But there was still no reason to really get all worked up about it. Reaching into his jacket, he took out some headphones, placing them so the middle arc part was hanging behind his neck as he did he favorite pass time, just listen to music. Reaching into his jacket again, he turned on the player and just walked along, listening to one of the songs in his playlist.
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As he moved his head slightly along with the music, the shadow of someone on a roof across the street watched him. Taking out sniper rifle, the assassin aimed it at Jax, ready to take him out. The gunshot echoed through the night street as it could be heard from a few blocks off. But it wasn't jsut one shot, but two, right behind the other. Jax had slide down to avoid the sniper and quickly shot his gun, firing a piercing bullet right through the snipper rifle's scope as it penetrated through the assassins head, entering through his eye. When Jax slide down and faced the assassin, he also showed that he had only one half of the headphones on his ears, allowing him to still hear the attacker. "Shesh...do they think I'm THAT laid back? Guess they think to little of me now that I left." Returning the gun to his side, he then continued walking along the road.

Clown should have excpected that answer from Red. She didn't seem like a "messy", as Clown called it, assassin.
But of course she should have excpected what how he would respond.

"You sure about that, Pet?" He knew that was a strange nickname among Americans, but he still used it.
"Every lady needs a knife. Even Helen of Troy had one." He thought about it. "Well, she just used it as a mirror, but that's not the point. Wait, I know."
He smiled charmingly while he pulled one of the many of his inventions out of his pockets. It was a fan, like one a spanish dancer would use.
http://www.lands-faraway.com/fans/F-350-3.jpg

He put on a big grin. "It's nice, huh? But the best thing," he slightly pushed a very small button on the fan, and flat, thin blades popped out from all the ribs. "Is in the details."

Clown put on his best American accent, sounding like a cheesey salesman. "And you can have it for FREE!!"

As he heard gun shots from somewhere he knew it would be close to motels. He also knew that the runaway was to be found unless they gave up. Shadow was just the same. Being less and less frequently hunted. He stopped his motorcycle in mid-way. He had a small garage set up close to here and he was about to use it. He had his weapons inside their. He never thought he would use them again.

As he came in the garage, the lights came on by themselves. A little contraption Shadow invented. He let the motorcycle keys and helmet their and took up one of his old assasin's robe. He put on a hoody and took up his dagger belt, putting one across the other. He chuckled at the thought of using them again. "I'll remember on the battle field." He said to himself. He closed the garage and started to climb up the roof tops. He was agile, and very. His body was mutated that way, that was the way of the assasin's. He very quickly covered about a quarter of the ground from the motel he took in sight. It would soon start, the rebellion of many though they thought I was crazy when I escaped, He thought.

Dan Taylor was still making his rounds making sure that the assassins that didn't check out to go hunting for Jax were all present and accounted for. During which he walked towards Red's room and sighed some having to check on the girl. Out of all the other assassins he respected her more for her brains and the fact she never made a messy kill, unlike Dan and the others. The only reason he didn't like checking in on her was the fact she had those computers in her room and being a man trapped in the mindset of the 60s thru the 80s he didn't quite get computers and he was getting sick of the fake profiles that some of the younger assassins made of him on that MyFace or Facespace or whatever the hell it was called.

After that moment of hesitation he heard another voice in her room and that of a male and he raised a brow and opened the door after listening to the conversation. Dan entered like the large man he was looking at the two but first turned his gaze to Clown "Firecrotch, Is it me or have you gotten shorter? I thought you went back to England." the old scarred Vet said knowing damn well that Clown was irish but what can you expect from the Drill Sergeant of the Assassins. Dan didn't smile as he made the joke but looked towards Red. "You two going out to find that Jax kid or you going to play on your damn computer all day?" he said but this time with a strangely friendly smile on his burnt face.