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"Son of a bitch." He growled as he continued sprinting through the street, jumping over any obstacle that crossed in front of him, avoiding mowing down any pedestrians or good Samaritan. He picked up on the sound of a helicopter, growling. This was not going well. He needed to get off the streets and vanish. Fast...


But first... He needed to find how this guy was tracking him. His cyber-brain began to dig around the net, his firewalls and defenses carefully up to avoid any direct attacks, trying to find a way for this guy to stop fucking with him- more than he already had.

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Witch put his eyes dead straight, scanning the highway. His brain was buzzing, already mapping out what he was to do. This guy thought he was pretty damn clever- Worse, he thought he was cleverer than him. And that was his mistake. His knee's bended before he leaped from the street, landing on top of a empty truck, and next second, he was off that truck and on the roof of another car. He jumped from car roof to car roof, flying over peoples heads and never staying in one spot for too long- he just kept moving.

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Witch didn't waste any time, moving to the edge of the truck, slapping his arms against the side of it before pitching over, slapping his feet against it. He slid down the side of it, perfectly suspended in place, getting to the very edge before carefully maneuvering himself under the truck, grabbing at the non-moving parts and hanging there carefully.

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Witch stays focused, making sure to put himself in a stable and comfortable position, letting the truck keep going, keeping his hiding spot while the choppers searched for him- they couldn't get a vantage here. He just had to stay here for a bit.

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Witch sighed as he dropped from the truck, laying on his back for a moment and rubbing the bridge of his nose. After a moment of just not moving, he crawled out from under the truck, glancing around too make sure no one was looking at him before moving toward the superstore, trying to look as non-suspicious as possible. He may have looked like a weirdo, but at least he wasn't so weird that he was the weirdest! The American Empire had plenty of weirdo's.

He'd step inside of the store, glancing around for something, the intense desire for some food screaming in his head.

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Witch quickly grabs a protein bar and drink, moving over to the counter and paying for it quietly, remaining calm and unbothered looking, but his ears were scanning for anything suspicious- this mans skills had given him a healthy dose of caution. He was no amateur- and Witch really didn't think he was getting paid enough to bring this guy in ALIVE.


After he paid for his food, he'd leave the store quickly, finding a nice quiet place to eat.

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Witch quickly polishes off the food, glancing around the area. He needed to get to the targets ex-girlfriends house, and no way in hell was he using a cab again. He glanced around the parking lot, sighing. He really didn't want to jack someones car, but it was looking like he would have too if he couldn't find any other vehicle.

Witch moved through the parking lot, trying to see if there was any place he could get a vehicle from somewhere else nearby.

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Witch turned the corner out of the dealer on his new motorcycle, the surprised dealer accepting the money he gave him in cash with a rather stunned acceptance, already blazing away from the dealership, returning to the road to make it to the destination that he'd been so rudely pulled away from. His mind, meanwhile, faded a bit. He kept his attention half on the road....


...And half into the chat room he'd just fazed into. He looked far different in the chatroom, a punk teenager, taking a seat at the table and listening to what everyone had to say about the latest 'incident'.

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Witch quickly moves his bike to somewhere out of the way, removing the keys and stashing them in his jacket before turning back to the house. He had to be careful. Firewalls and barriers surrounded his mind now- no longer would he take even the slightest chance. This guy was too good. Sighing quietly, he moved toward the house, his ears listening for anything odd.

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Witch moved up to the house slowly and carefully, his enhanced ears listening in on the area, looking for any strange sounds. If the ex was one ghost, who was the other inside? He pondered that for a moment, all while moving a bit closer, his hands at the ready in case of danger.

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Witch checked his hidden weapons for a moment, before moving up to the house, opening the door carefully, his senses alert for anything suspicious. Assuming nothing was attempting to ambush him, he would walk in, moving toward the girl slowly, hood still up, feet lightly padding the ground.

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Witch smirked at the girl from beneath his hood, crossing his arms. Awww, what a cutie. All tough and defiant.

"I like you." He said with a chuckle hidden behind his voice before he walked up to her. "Though assassin seems a rather rude term. That would imply I'm here to kill either of you, which I'm not, I'm here to ask you some questions and then be on my merry way." He explained, smiling still.


"Mind answering some questions so I can get out of your hair?" He asked somewhat sarcastically.

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Witch nodded and absorbed everything that was told to him, his cyber-brain processing all the information, contemplating theories where he could currently be, or what his plan is. Either way, he was running lower on time as the seconds crept by. He moved over to the computer, looking at the security feeds, checking them in a sort of paranoia, seeing if anything was coming up- though it's doubtful, someone as skilled as this target would just hack them anyway.