Thread: Concrete Jungle [Vik and DarknessEclipsed]

A thin-framed and slightly above average height male made his way through various halls and up stares as he evaded the pursuit of two uniformed cops. He wore a bland trench coat that didn't like to cling to his form, and a peculiar beige scarf that easily covered his face from the top of his nose down, shielding his neck and such. Although the burly big white cop began to get raspy, the evading male and a shorter black male cop continued their way upward through the building at top speed without complaint. The working folk of what seemed to be the office space of the building didn't know what to do was the platinum blond haired felon made his way around them and darted over any sort of obstacles to get to the next set of stairs. Peculiarly enough, nobody took an elevator up to try and catch him on his way up. By this point, the whimsically dressed runner thought he had only been pursued by these two cops behind him. Though it wasn't unheard of for them to call in back up, he didn't figure that they'd have any idea of what he was so there wouldn't be any reason to believe that they couldn't handle this on their own. Of course, this assessment was incorrect. Though the next set of pursuers weren't local police, they definitely stood out in their jet black suits with crisp white dress shirts showing around their ties. Among the office people littering the cubicle area the scarfed runner entered just after he got up the steps, these black suited men caught his eye. Were they the feds? Or worse. He didn't spy any handguns on them and they didn't seem to have any knives. And yet, they exuded an aura of authority and force anyway. Recognizing his position now, the cops coming up the stairs and the mysterious men standing before him, the Felon reached for his scarf as he began to make his way across the room. Just before the closest pursuant could reach him, he unfurled the scarf right into the face and ducked for the next door leading out of the cubicle room. Now with his face fully revealed he let his sharp smile drop as his almost glowing emerald eyes swept from left to right to try to find his way to the roof. To his delight, the man falling back with the rough scarf covering his face managed to slow down his friends, giving the Emerald eyed runner time to fly up a final set of stairs and kick open a door leading to the roof. The sky was dark blue as the swelling storm clouds seemed to only grow darker and more ominous without shedding a drop. The sounds of rumbling could be taken as threats of potential lightning, but it wasn't always certain. As the runner came to a stop, peering down the giant building's top to spy upon the city's busy body population, he reflected on how refreshing it was that they were probably about to be down poured on and they continued their march anyway. Almost like ants. Sophisticated, deep-thinking, civilized ants. Stop, Micheal! One of the men in black suits shouted as he charged onto the roof but didn't charge him. It was peculiar how this stranger knew his name, but Micheal didn't immediately turn to face the man behind him either. Just a single emerald orb peaked over Micheal's shoulder to spy on the singular male as the three other pursuers entered onto the rooftop and one of the cops pulled his gun. The chunkier male shook as he aimed down his small handgun barrel. Freeze right there, don't you move! He didn't seem like he was prepared to pull the trigger, but it wouldn't appear to be any reason to believe the gun wasn't loaded either. After a pause, no one opted to speak up and Micheal was growing rather bored with this whole mess. Effectively, these men were just wasting his time anyway. Those that he works for need him to complete a certain objective before he can leave the city behind for his warm hotel bed on the country side. That alone was incentive enough, but apparently this objective involved a woman. Being on the run and such an odd ball himself, Micheal didn't have much time to converse with members of the fairer sex. Whether this was a good or bad thing had yet to be seen. Just give up. You won't be catching me. Though Micheal kept his smile, he did sound drained. Bye bye, now. He waved before he leaped right off the edge and began to fall with such great speed that the winds drowned out the protests of the men that were previously just a few meters behind him. Just as they caught up to the edge to peer down, the men would find the Micheal had vanished. --- Ditching the trench coat, Micheal's fresh blue jeans and white t-shirt were allowed to bask in the moonlight as he continued to make his way to the rendezvous point. Black sneakers paired with this low-profile look well as his Platinum blond hair washed over his forehead just over his eyes. The person he was meeting up with for the more detailed physical documents on this objective was a total stranger. A girl covered head to toe in some sort of cloth mudman Halloween costume simply handed Micheal a binder as they both had small cups of coffee at some 247 breakfast dinner. Her voice as a little distorted, but she was clearly quite young. Your mission objective is to contact the woman whose identifying and background check information is included in that binder. To Micheal, this girl speaking like this as she barely sounded old enough to be in middle school-Well, it was peculiar. I understand. I'll get this done. Tell Mr. Han that I'll be needing more room to negotiate living expenses. Micheal tried to play into the business talk this young one was originally giving to him. He sipped his coffee as he mentally reflected on how easily he glossed over money for condoms and clothes under the umbrella of 'living expenses'. The girl stood up from her chair, leaving her coffee behind. It was at about this point that Micheal actually realized he was allowing such a young person to drink coffee. This reminded him of how his mother would tell him to not drink coffee at that age. Tell him yourself. The girl turned and walked out of the dinner. Somehow, this singular girl who walked around completely concealed by some silly cartoon character costume managed to make Micheal narrow his eyes in a brief moment of contempt when a fully grown adult wielding a handgun failed to do so.