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Durandal

"I'm out here with a giant fucking gun, which implies that Command is unimpressed with your casualty figures. Step aside."

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a character in “The Contingency”, as played by EvoPrime

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Name: Durandal

Aliases/Nicknames: Unit 1707; AREN-SOD-1707

Age: 26

Gender/Sexuality: Male/Heterosexual

Occupation/Faction: Contingency, AREN, Special Operations Department





Appearance: A tall, imposing man, almost always in his heavy blast suit. Beneath it is a reasonably handsome-yet-haggard man, his blue eyes seeming piercing.

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Skills/Powers:
  • Blast suit grants immense resistance to levels of kinetic damage that other protection equipment cannot rival
  • Supplied directly by the Contingency, and has access to their entire arsenal
  • Has little care for who he kills and is remarkably adept at doing so

Weaknesses/Flaws:
  • Blast suit is incredibly bulky and dramatically decreases both movement speed and fine manipulation
  • Just as squishy as any other human when the suit is breached
  • Has absolutely no powers

History: Durandal, a name rarely heard but intensely feared... by Extra-Normals, at least. In effect the "guy you call when everything has gone to shit", Durandal is more than happy to bring a mighty arsenal of military-grade assault weaponry to bear on anyone who refuses to come willingly with a lesser-ranked AREN member. As for his past, it's an unremarkable if slightly ironic one: his father was a genetic researcher attempting to locate and eliminate the genes that caused various hereditary disorders and diseases. While Durandal has, as a result, always had an interest in the sciences, these potential boons were sadly wasted upon his conscription into his homeland's army. After partaking in a bloody and entirely pointless expansion war, he left the military a thoroughly changed man, who had learned that delivering diplomacy at the end of a machine gun was far, far more effective than the alternatives.

Personality: Durandal is, at first glance, a very, very scary person. He understands this and harnesses it to full effect, easily convincing about a tenth of his targets to come with him peacefully and making eight out of those ten quiver in fear (the ninth almost always ends up dead). However, underneath the reflective visor and giant guns, Durandal is no different from any other human being. He eats, he drinks, he sleeps, he reads books (Jules Verne classics are a favourite!), he banters with some close friends... all this on base, however. In the suit, he is death incarnate. He is the ever-defiant monolith of a man that deserves his codename: Durandal, or, more simply, "to endure".

-STANDARD FIELD EQUIPMENT-

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The ArmuCorp WPNTec AC-HSW-5917 "Bonesaw" Heavy Support Weapon is often called "the bonecruncher" for good reason. Firing bullets that would make a sniper rifle jealous at a high (yet controllable) rate of fire with reasonable accuracy strikes the perfect balance of "destroy everything" and "don't destroy EVERYTHING" that Durandal will usually need when working in civilian areas where collateral damage is a high risk. While he doesn't always use the Bonesaw, it's certainly one of Durandal's favoured weapons.


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While he doesn't employ the MP7 when suited up due to it being a little small and hard to grip with the bulky gloves of the suit, Durandal does keep an MP7 folded and holstered on him when off-duty. After one incident when a number of telepathic ENs attacked the base Durandal was stationed at in response to the ongoing Operation Voidwalker, Durandal realized that he wasn't always so safe even when he took away his alias and took to carrying the MP7 with him at all times in a jacket holster, folded neatly.

So begins...

Durandal's Story

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Day 1: Spring, 20XX
Location: Starkfield, USA.

The Contingency is doing their customary transfer of agents. Starkfield's former Scout has been replaced with Tatiana Witte, who had been stationed earlier in New Mexico. Everette Thorne, last of the first generation hunters, has recently moved to Starkfield for a case. The Special Operations Hunter, code name Durandal, is currently at base, waiting for debrief. All three of them are meeting at central base.

Chris Delore, who was experimented on by the Contingency, recently escaped from a lab and is currently wandering around the abandoned shipping district of the city. Nathan Knight is a wanted rebel who desires to destroy the Contingency. He has just arrived in Starkfield and is looking for both a place to eat and hide out.

Shiloh Lee is a waitress at a popular restaurant called Wrangell's Diner, known as W-Diner for short. Serentiy and her band, Wolves Bite Back, have been hired to play there for the night. Mack Johnson has been unwillingly dragged there by a man who claims to have some of the material he needs. Azarael Lewis, worn after a long day as an EMT, has decided to drop by for a bite to eat.

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The man in the heavy, fire-seared suit chuckled darkly, the sound distorted and made scarier by various sound filters built into the helmet, as he bent over and used his hand to sweep away some of the rubble lying at the bottom of the now half-collapsed tunnel he stood in.

Yep, the guy underneath was fucked.

The victorious man grabbed the machine gun he had dropped on the ground before, slinging it over his shoulder, and trudged out of the tunnel like an awkward sumo wrestler. Except instead of fat, he was covered in layers upon layers of armour which would impress the designer of a main battle tank in the fields of flexibility and protection.

Working for the Contingency had perks. The suit was one of them; being given a giant gun to hunt down wide-eyed little mutants with gave a certain adrenaline rush at little risk. While these ENs had all these interesting little powers, from pyrokinesis to super strength, none of them had the power to throw bullets larger than a finger at immense speeds, and that was where EN powers lost out and good old machine guns won.

And, of course, the GS-12 pay grade wasn't so terrible.

As the man finally hit the sunlight again, he raised his left hand to the side of his helmet, and a tap of a button activated the built in radio headset.

"Unit 1707 reporting. EN is down. Don't even bother filing the little tunnel I wrecked as collateral; it was so old I bet they're happy I tore it down for them."

The woman on the other end of the line laughed. "You never fail, that's for sure, honey."

He scoffed. "Really wish you wouldn't call me that on an open frequency... darling."

The woman laughed yet again. "You're too sexy to avoid it. And hell, they won't fire me for it; I'm the only one on the planet who can keep you from leveling a city block without leveling a city block myself." The woman cleared her throat, suddenly turning serious. "Anyways, you've been reassigned, hone- Durandal. Say a nice goodbye to New York."

Durandal raised an eyebrow within the suit. "How much time do I have to-"

"Your stuff is already aboard the helicopter which should be above you right about now." He looked up, and yes, a black helicopter was indeed above. "I'm afraid this is goodbye for now, but I can put in a request to transfer to your next base if you want."

"I really do appreciate it, Maria, but you've got family here. Friends. And hell, after fucking Operation Voidwalker, I'd rather keep my friends AWAY from all the dangerous ENs."

Durandal could almost see Maria nodding on the other side of the connection. "Alright. But take care, hey? I'll send a cake."

"And I'll send a souvenier from... wherever I'm going. Stay in touch."

And he clicked off the connection, staring up at the helicopter, his visor reflecting the sun as he watched it glide down.

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Durandal, now suitless, having temporarily disposed of it aboard the helicopter that had brought him, jabbed his keycard into the terminal inlaid into the wall to the right of the big steel bulkhead with "776" printed on in giant block letters and impatiently hummed as the computer processed it ("Welcome, Agent Mallory!") and sent it through to the sinfully slow bulkhead door, which after a long consideration on the matter finally opened. Standing on the other side was a bored-looking guard, who wordlessly beckoned for Durandal to follow him down a few winding corridors until they arrived at a room.

Opening the door, the guard indicated that Durandal should enter, as he did, taking a bored glance at his surroundings; the first thing he noticed was the young woman standing about in the room, looking considerably bored. Yeah, she looked like a SADMEN, alright.

Durandal's last little team had consisted of three people: one SADMEN scout, Rickard, a shifty and somewhat paranoid man, himself, and Maria, the incredibly flirtatious-yet-efficient GENOO overseer. So if his assumption was correct, a similar arrangement would be present here. Maybe. He didn't know; all he knew was that he was told to come to this room, so he did.

Parking himself in a corner close enough to observe the other woman in the room but far enough to maintain professional aloofness, Durandal drifted off into thought.

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Tatiana was still waiting. Had she come freakishly early or something? Tatiana was pretty confident that she had arrived exactly on time. Maybe the time was wrong.

While she waited, Tatiana found herself wondering about her new team. Tatiana had worked with a wide variety of people—she only hoped that her this one would capable. Her former GENOO had been an old veteran who often reminisced about the old days. The one before that had been a jerk with a sadistic streak. If her team was nice, that would be an added bonus. Sadly, not many normal or nice people were attracted to this kind of job.

Her contemplation was suddenly interrupted. The door opened, and a tall, intimidating man walked in. Each step was silent and professional, and he exuded authority.

Definitely AREN, she thought, eyes flickering to him. Every inch of him practically screamed Hunter. Tatiana noted that he positioned himself in the corner of the room, making it easier to protect himself. His clothes were slightly rumpled, and she could see the hint of stubble. From the looks of it, he just arrived on base. The wrinkles in his clothes suggest… motorcycle? Helicopter? Something fast, that’s for sure.

He was a far cry from the hunter she had last worked with—a five-foot-nothing woman with a humorous personality and a Spanish accent. He seemed very competent though, and that was all Tatiana cared about. The looks are a plus, too.

Tatiana stepped forward, deliberately non-threatening. (Hunters could be remarkably twitchy. She’d learned the hard way during her first assignment, way back then.) Tatiana offered her hand and smiled. “Hello,” she greeted. “You can call me Tanya.” That was her new name, after all. “I recently transferred to this base. I’m the new resident SADMEN.”

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Durandal was jolted out of his thoughts by the woman talking to him.

Oh, how he was bad with introductions. "Yeah, hi, my name is Allen, but you'll be calling me Durandal. I'm the guy who blows things up when the ENs don't come willingly."

Well, she was introducing herself as "the new resident SADMEN". At least his suspicions were confirmed.

"Well, I'm Allen, though Durandal is the field name. If you're the new SADMEN transfer and I'm the new AREN transfer, I'm guessing we'll be seeing the new GENOO transfer shortly."

Extending his hand to meet hers in a slightly-awkward handshake (poor Durandal could kill a hundred ENs with ease, but never avoid awkwardness with a woman!), he scanned her composed face, trying to collect as much as possible from it. The slightest twitch could be an indication of something. It was just a matter of finding out what each twitch meant.

One thing that always had meaning, though, was the telltale bulge of an l-shaped object within her jacket. His mouth curled ever so slightly upwards; looks like he wasn't the only one who carried a bit of punch, even off-duty, and though the position she had put it in was highly conspicuous, it certainly allowed for a quicker draw than Durandal could manage with his own weapon.

"Where'd you transfer in from? New to the Contingency, or you a veteran?" Small-talk wasn't his strong suit, but Durandal felt he should at least make an effort.

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"Well, I'm Allen, though Durandal is the field name. If you're the new SADMEN transfer and I'm the new AREN transfer, I'm guessing we'll be seeing the new GENOO transfer shortly."

Durandal... had she heard that name before? Perhaps. Regardless, Tatiana smiled back as they shook his hands. Allen looked the slightest-bit uncomfortable. His eyes drifted to her jacket, and his lips quirked upward. He had clearly noticed her gun.

"Where'd you transfer in from?" he asked. Tatiana was barely able to detect his unease. "New to the Contingency, or you a veteran?"

"I transferred from New Mexico, actually. I've been on city-duty for the past few years." She grinned. "No, I'm not new. I've been around for quite some time now. Though this is the first time I've been assigned to a base since my rookie year. I normally work as a regional operative." Regional operatives were agents that were tied to a location that wasn't a base. Most of them worked deep undercover. Tatiana shrugged wryly. "I guess it's a promotion."

Without warning, the black screen in the corner of the room turned on. A slowly rotating symbol—an interlinked "G" and "O"—flashed onto the screen. That's the symbol for Overseers, right?

"Hello!" The person who spoke was rather cheerful. "My code name is Zreniye, but you can call me Zre." Tatiana noted the voice was disconcertingly gender-neutral. "I'm the GENOO of the new operations team. Unfortunately, I can't make it in person right now. But I can communicate through this handy-dandy communication system!"

There was a two second pause.

"It's nice to meet you, Tanya!" gushed the voice. "And you too, Durandal! I'm sure we'll make a great team."

Tatiana blinked. Zre knew their names already? Had... he or she been debriefed before hand? (Much to her annoyance, Tatiana couldn't pick out the gender. The name sounded neutral, and the person's tone revealed practically nothing about them.)

"And yes, I've been debriefed on you two and our first mission. It's quite boring, really. Before we get into that, we should come with a team name first. How about TaRenDal? Or DuTiaYe? Or maybe Team Lethal?"

She raised an eyebrow. Zre huffed. "Fine, fine. I'll tell you the mission. Well, it's not really a mission. It's more of a guideline. Tanya, you've been here for a little bit, establishing your cover. Durandal, you've never been here before. Or something like that. Anyway, you don't really know the city. So Durandal, your job is to learn more about the city. Tanya, your job is to do what you were doing before, and help Durandal if he needs it. Hey Durandal, can I call you Randy? Or how bout Dally? Your code name's bit of a mouthful."

"I understand," replied Tanya. She tried really, really hard to keep her mouth from twitching. Randy? Dally? She found it hard to put those names to the AREN next to her. Note to self: Never let Zre name things.

"And we need to come up with a group name, ok?"

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Durandal nodded his approval as Tatiana explained her position. He had worked with rookies before and he was damn happy not to be doing so again.

And then, the screen turned on and a voice identifying itself as Zreniye started bleating on about "making a great team" and all that. Durandal listened in vaguely condescending silence; in the Contingency, you either got a cold and brutal Overseer, a warm yet useful one like Maria, or this person overjoyed at something perfectly normal. He hoped that he wouldn't be as excitable when Durandal's REAL job came into play.

Zreniye blasted on. "...your job is to learn more about the city."

Durandal nodded. Well, fine, that was fair enough; Command wouldn't be happy if their chief wrecking ball had to ask bystanders for directions. Not to mention that, while the Contingency was happy to provide housing and other basic utilities, plus food, they didn't provide entertainment and he sorely needed that.

And then...

"Can I call you Randy? Dally?"

"No," Durandal said, turning the room a degree or two colder, "You can't. Call me 1707 if my operative name is too long." He never understood why it was so hard to say. It was just how it worked; on base and on radio, he was Durandal, simple as that.

Sighing, he turned to Tatiana.

"Well, if I need to explore, food is first on the agenda." He gave the slightest of flirtatious smiles. "Know any good places?"

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Durandal's expression turned cold, and he promptly shut Zre down. Tatiana coughed to hide her smirk. I'm not sure what to think of the new Overseer. S/he seems a bit... different. And clueless. A rookie, maybe? Then, Durandal faced her, smiling in an almost flirtatious manner.

"Well, if I need to explore, food is first on the agenda. Know any good places?"

She returned the smile. "Yeah, I do. Blue Street is lined with great restaurants. The Bamboo Parlour and Wrangell's Diner are two good ones. I can show you around, if you want." Tatiana laughed lightly. "I'd have to change first, though. Walking around the entertainment district in a suit is a little suspicious." In a swift movement, she undoes her bun, causing her hair to cascade down.

"I'd come too, but I can't," interjects up Zre. "I'm busy and stuff. But I'll keep in touch! I have your phone number, Tatiana." She resists the urge to roll her eyes. Joy. "And I'll find a way to contact Ran—" A sudden pause, "Durandal," finished the Overseer, sounding slightly sullen. "Have fun!" The screen turned off.

Tatiana shook her head, somewhere between amused and exasperated. "Well. That's are third member, I suppose." She turned to Durandal. "So, what're your plans?"

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Durandal chuckled at Tatiana's remark about clothing while examining his own attire of a dark blue sweater, a plain gray shirt, and brown cargo pants. Yeah, it would do. "Eh, I honestly wouldn't find it too suspicious, but if you really want to change I might as well check the base layout."

And then Zre was gone, and Durandal gave a slightly exasperated sigh. "I've had to work with worse Overseers... One guy almost made me blow up the Lincoln Memorial in DC once... but hell, this guy comes damn close to the worst."

"Well, that's our third member, I suppose."

Durandal gave a brief laugh. He never really considered most Overseers "members" of his teams; they were more overwatch than anything, spitting orders without understanding the situation at worst and possibly coordinating air support and reconaissance at best. Maria had been one of the latter group; about a quarter of Durandal's New York targets had only been caught because of her efficient work with scout drones.

"So," Tatiana said, snapping Durandal back to reality, "What're your plans?"

He shrugged. "A quick walk, a bite to eat, maybe a look around at the city. We can always update the plan at a later stage."

He glanced over at her.

"Oh, and since you might actually have a use for my real name unlike Zre, call me Allen. Durandal is going to attract stares."

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"Eh, I honestly wouldn't find it too suspicious, but if you really want to change I might as well check the base layout." He sighed. "I've had to work with worse Overseers... One guy almost made me blow up the Lincoln Memorial in DC once... but hell, this guy comes damn close to the worst."

Durandal laughed, causing Tatiana to give a quick grin. His laugh's quite nice... she thought to herself. She internally frowned and scolded herself. No. It's a bad idea to check-out your partner. But then again... Before Tatiana could mentally wrestle any longer, Durandal spoke.

"A quick walk, a bite to eat, maybe a look around at the city. We can always update the plan at a later stage."

Durandal looked at her and continued. "Oh, and since you might actually have a use for my real name unlike Zre, call me Allen. Durandal is going to attract stares."

"Alright, Allen." She smiled. "I'll be back here in ten minutes, at the latest. Have fun exploring!" She winked and headed to her seldom-used room in the base. Tatiana normally stayed in her apartment, but she kept her quarters here stocked with supplies, just in case.

She opened the utilitarian clothes drawers and pulled out a regular outfit. Efficiently, Tatiana traded the suit for a pair of jeans, a tank-top, and a plain jacket. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders, and brushed it quickly. Finally, Tatiana redid her makeup. The drab, neutral lipstick was exchanged for a brighter, more cheerful color. (Most people didn't realize that makeup could make or break a disguise. Professional-looking makeup with a casual outfit, while not immediately noticeable, did cause people to look twice.)

Done. Now, instead of looking like a serious businesswoman, she looked like a woman going out to eat. After securing her gear and her purse, she headed back to the central room where Allen had been before.

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(OOC: Did you know you can change fontmeme images and their appearance by editing the link text directly?

So from now on I'll be using "Durandal" for when he's in action and "Allen" otherwise.)

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Allen nodded, watching her as she left the room, then checked his watch. If the base ran the standard one-hour watch shifts, exchanging at 00 minutes on the dot, he might just be able to catch the guard he had met before prior to him leaving his post.

Electing to do just this, Allen retraced his steps back to the security station he had entered from, eventually finding the guard, bored as ever, his nose buried in a magazine of... oh.

Ignoring this added detail, Allen spoke to him. "Yo. Do you have a map of the base?"

The guard raised his eyes from the magazine, also totally ignoring its existance. "Yep. See the little paper tray there? Yep, that one. Take from there."

Allen obliged, picking up a small, black-and-white printing of the base layout. Damn. They really didn't spare much of the budget on this.

But hell, at least he knew where everything lay. The layout was simple enough; he would most likely memorize where everything was within a day or so. Mess hall here, armoury there, elevator to the living quarters over there, vehicle hangar over here. Simple stuff.

Pocketing the paper, he waved a goodbye to the guard, who had already lost all interest in Allen and was back to perusing the contents of the magazine. Poor guy only had about thirty seconds before the next guard came in and spotted him.

Allen headed back to the main room, intercepting Tatiana on the way.

She looked... nice.

"Hey," Allen began with a smile, "Looks good. The hair suits you."

He cleared his throat, a tiny bit embarassed.

"Well, you lead the way."

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Tatiana walked briskly towards the room, but stopped in her tracks when she heard someone call out to her.

"Hey," said Allen, smiling. "Looks good. The hair suits you."

She smiled back, her cheeks heating up a bit. (Her darker complexion and training kept the blush fom becoming apparent.) "Thanks, Allen."

"Well, you lead the way."

Tatiana began walking down the hallway. "What are you in the mood for? Chinese, barbeque, comfort food..."

He shrugged. "Anywhere except Thai. I cannot handle spicy food at all."

They walked past the security station, where laughter could be heard; peeking through a window, Allen saw with satisfaction that the guard's little activity had been discovered, and the new guard on shift was sparing nothing in teasing him for it.

Tatiana internally rolled her eyes. That security guard's habits were quite well known. But he was excellent at his job (as a security guard, that is), and he had tenure. So his quirks were tolerated.

"Can't handle the heat?" she asked, lightly teasing. "But we can always walk down Blue Street and see what you like. W-Diner's good, even if it gets a bit packed at this time." They had reached the end of hallway, about ready to leave the base. This exit led to Downtown.

The personell elevator led up to a back room in a never-used little office lobby. To most people, it had just been stuck in bureaucratic hell. In reality, it never would be used for anything other than covering the elevator.

The pair exited the building, drawing only a couple of bored glances, and began walking.

"W-Diner sounds good. Certainly seems homey."

"Sure, why not?" They passed by the front of said diner. "I have no problem with that."

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Day 1: Spring, 20XX
Location: W-Diner, Starkfield, USA.


Two men run down Blue Street, screaming. Their bodies are cut-up and bruised, and their clothes are soaked in blood. The men push past Tatiana and Allen, who were just about to enter the diner. They run into the diner, panicked, eyes darting every other direction.

"It's a monster," cries one, sobbing. He collapses by Azazel and Nathan's table. The other man collides with Shiloh and falls into the chair next to Mack.

"I-it'l kill us all. Help! Run!" shrieks the other man. He begins screaming incoherently as he notices someone walk in. "It's here! We're all gonna die!"

The door swings open.

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Chris casually walked down the street, following the smells of food that wafted through the air, but he was on auto pilot. All he could think about was the emptiness. The lack of anything beside himself in his head. His closest friends were gone, and what would anyone else know? Who on this ball of rock could ever understand what he had and lost? Moisture gathered at his eyes but he willed them away and focused on overcoming the pain. Every beat of his heart brought a fresh wave of crushing pain. John with sense of humor would have known what to say to lighten the mood, but he was gone. Julia would have said something deep and meaningful to help him make sense. Faster and faster thoughts like these whirled through his mind, and as such he just wandered into the first building that seemed vaguely restaurant like. Some place called the W-Diner. Though as he walked in alarm bells went off in his head as he realized the two fellows from earlier were here and screaming. He quickly scanned the room, seeing several people. Too many if he wanted to keep his head down, though the two who had seen him in his glory had to die. But how to separate them?

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Allen wheeled around instinctually as soon as he heard the shouting, his hand diving inside his jacket for the holster of his MP7; he stopped before pulling it out, scanning the scene before him.

A big, burly man had walked into the diner, and the two screaming, bloodied men who had barged in were cowering against the counter while the cook peered out from his kitchen and the surly woman on register duty raised an eyebrow.

The men were still whimpering and the one they were scared of was looking through the room, searching for... something. He had some ill business with these people.

Slowly, to avoid suspicion, Allen moved his hand out from his jacket. He wasn't going to gun the guy down if he was just a mere street thug.

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Azzy looked over at Chase, squeezed Nathan's hand." Chase is...." abruptly cut off mid sentence by two panicked bloody men, rushing away from what seemed to be their nightmares. "It's a monster," cried one, collapsing in front of Nate and Azzy's table. On instinct Azzy jumped up and started assessing the man's situation; first leaning in to detect his breath on her cheek, taking his pulse, than visually seeing if any of his slashes were life threatenings. Calmly but in control"Nate take those two napkins, fold them into a square, use that as compression on the wound on his ribs." Nate's eyes were darting back and forth. He got beside her with the compression and applied it to the still man's ribs. The fellow's chest rose and fell, but did not rise again. Before Azzy could start CPR Chase was by her side; doing the regulated 30 compressions, then Azzy swiped his mouth, pinched his nose and gave him two deep breaths. This continued, for several minutes before he caught his breath and could breathe on his own again. By the time Azzy thought to look up Nathan was gone.

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Mack knew something was going to happen. Maybe an explosion, or a mad-man with a gun. He wasn't really expecting two mad-man screaming 'Monster' and another guy, a big guy. Not as tall as himself, but certainly wider and most likely stronger than Mack. Of course, through this Mack was okay. But when one of the bloodied and hurt was thrown into a chair at his table, Mack screamed out, "Oh God!" jumped out of his chair and scrambled towards a wall.

Reaching into one of his lab-coat pockets, Mack grabbed his video-glasses. Like Google Glass, except just for videotaping things. He shoved them on his face, pressed a button on the side of the glasses and started watching. When the man who was in the chair beside Mack started calming down, the scientist noticed something around the man. Looking around quite fast, Mack noticed the waitress focusing a tad bit too hard on the calming man.

What the hell is happening!? was Mack's thought as he slid down to the ground, back still to the wall. Reaching into his pocket for his cellphone, Mack pressed a few things on the touchscreen and his video glasses were now connected to his phone via bluetooth. Realizing that he was in a really bad angle, Mack stood back up. He was going to catch all of this, even if it may just be a giant thug killing a couple of snitches. But, it probably wasn't that. It was obviously going to be much, much worse.

...And Mack was surely going to die.

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Nathan did as he was told by Azzy to help the man that just stumbled in before them. Once he handed her the napkins he looked over at the other man who was acting like a pinball, bouncing from the waitress who has yet to take his order, and the nervous guy in a labcoat. The bloodied guy landed on a chair at the nervous guy's table. His head whipped over to the door as a rather large, and burly man entered the diner, which seemed to make the guy panic even more.

But then the guy calmed down out of nowhere. He began looking at the air, and started to get up. He began stumbling over to a empty booth, and collapsed on the table. It was a strange sight. 'Is he stoned?' He wondered. He looked around the restaurant to see if anything else was out of the ordinary. It was difficult due to all the commotion, but he did notice the waitress staring rather strangely at the man.

Then he noticed the nervous guy take out a pair of glasses. He studied the glasses closely, and noticed buttons on it. His eyes widened when he saw him press a button on them. Nate kept his head low, and out of the man's sight. He slunk over to his bags, and quickly sneaked out to the men's room while everyone was focused on all the commotion. Once he got inside he began quickly putting his Black Knight armor on. He's had enough practice to be able to change into his armor within one and a half minutes.

Once the finial touches on his armor was on he climbed up on a toilet, and used one of his short swords to open the window above it. Once he jimmied it open he tossed his bags out the window, and he soon followed them. He landed in the alleyway next to the diner. He grabbed his bags, and hid them behind some trash cans. He quietly snuck through the alley, and hid around the corner. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, and some guy recording everything didn't make things easy, but he wasn't going to leave if Azzy is in any sort of danger.

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#, as written by Dae Mec
"Just our luck," muttered Tatiana, noting the three strange men that had run into W-Diner. She had reached instinctively for her purse, where her gun had been stored. She glanced at Allen, about to sign to him, but her phone rang before she could. "Hello?" she answered.

"Hiya, Tanya!"[/i] She blinked, recognizing the cheerful voice. "You and Randy are off duty, but... we're never off duty, hm?"

"Janet!" replied Tatiana, equally cheerful. "I haven't seen you in ages! What's up?" She tapped a seemingly absent-minded rhythm on her leg. Contingency call. Overseer, she silently messaged Allen.

"There's been a murder, probably of EN origin." The voice abruptly turned cold. "Two witnesses and the suspected killer are presumed to be--"

"On Blue Street?" she finished. "Yeah, I think I know what you're talking about. I see the restaurant you recommended."

"Durandal and you are on Alert 3: maintain visuals, observe the suspect, but only take direct action if extreme violence occurs. Don't blow your covers. Suspect is a large male who..." sudden silence, before Zre continued as if nothing had happened. "Remain vigilant." The call ended. Well, that was odd. And it had to happened while we were off-duty, too... Oh well.

She laughed. "Oh, Janet." Tatiana looked at Allen, casually (though carefully) reached for his hand, making sure that her actions didn't impair his movement. "She's such a ditz sometimes." Rapidly and discreetly, she relayed the message in code. Suspect in murder: alleged EN. Alert "Want to head inside?"