[b]There was a clicking noise not far off that merely lapped across the wind as the sound of fire and crumbling buildings took up most of the space in the air... But it was still there like an ever present... Wait... The noise... It was growing louder...[/b] [i]"Hey, dickwad, I hope you are used to pain because you are about to get your shit pushed back in."[/i] [b]Unceremoniously, Damien had stumbled upon the scene. Literally. He tripped over some bricks.[/b] [b]But that was in the past, and now he was standing with his full set of armor, LL technical stealth unit and gunner armor, custom made for all hazardous environments. It sat like a second skin if not bulkier. It was black with the white insignia of its manufacturer on the chest piece. The bottom armored portions were covered by red and black camo pants and the helmet was lit up with a visual interface that had so much info a normal man would be horribly distracted... But not Damien. Between the two knives sitting near his collar, the rail sniper at his back, sidearm and magnum at his hip, and enough equipment to level a few blocks... He was prepared. Prepared as hell... But he drew no weapons immediately, instead flipping off the terrorist with a wiggling middle finger.[/b] [i]"Or you could surrender and I'll just use a hatchet to chop your knees to a fine pulp to use as a face moisturizing cream."[/i] [b]To be honest, Damien didn't care about the people so much as he cared about the future. They were dead and he couldn't fix that... But he could put an end to this destruction... And he would.[/b] [b]He stood poised, fists clenched into tight balls as he took a few steps forward towards the attacker, his body stuttering slightly as he moved... Something was up... Or maybe, he was just crazy.[/b]