"You see him?" [b]two men are in an old bar. two others sit at the actual bar, and one more sits in a booth on the left side of the place. others surround them. the two men are whispering to each other, subtle. like talking through an earpiece. one stands by the actual bar, looking for a drink, the other in a booth, pondering life's questions. the one at the bar speaks.[/b] "No but i've met a few friends with some lumpy hands." "demons." "Yeah. dont go all -blam!-ing rambo and we should be fine. Just keep looking for our guy." [b]their heads begin to swivel, slowly and unnoticed. The one at the booth suddenly looks back down where he was looking before.[/b] "Found him. The one in the booth closest to the bar. on the left." [b]The man at the bar spots him out of the corner of his eye.[/b] "Got you. get ready." [b]the man at the bar walks over by the man in the booth and begins to look through the doorway at the back of the bar. faking a quick look to see if they can steal some beer. He begins a countdown.[/b] "Three. Two. One.. NOW!" [b]The one near the bar and the target pulls a gun right on the target, the target, having prepared for this, pulls out two pistols and points them at the men. the second agent in the booth pulls out two pistols on the demons at the bar, and the demon closest to the first agent runs behind and throws up a knife right on his throat, holding him as a hostage. the agent is not phased, and doesnt put his gun down. the demon farthest draws a gun on the agent pointing a gun at him and his friend. Everyone else in the bar ducks down and cowers for their lives. The target speaks.[/b] "Well this is interesting. Hello Arnold and Uriah Hallow. The name is Danie-" [b]the agent in the booth, Uriah, speaks.[/b] "Shut the hell up we know who you are." [b]The agent at the bar, Arnold, speaks.[/b] "Let me get this straight, you know we're agents, we have a gun pointed directly at you, as our first move, and you think we dont know who you are??? You sir, are one heck of a dumbass." "Well.. I just like to introduce myself, thats all..." [b]the demon with the gun pulls off his mask to reveal a mutated, horrible cybernetic face. [/b] "Heh heh. lets all just put. our guns. down. Right? no need for anyone to get hurt." "After you you -blam!-ed up zombie." [b]Arnold speaks.[/b] "Nice. i can feel that lovely six finger rubbing around inside your glove there." [b]The demon with the knife pulls the knife a bit back, slightly restraining Arnold.[/b] ''Some body is going to die tonight." [b](Uriah)[/b] "Well then lets get to it." [b]Two gun shots fire.[/b] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]The Professor jolts up from his sleep inside the stasis cell. He grins, remembering his experiences as an agent of the New Republic.[/b] "Damn I miss the thrill of being an agent...." [b]The Professor takes out a pen and a brown leather-bound book and begins to write.[/b] (open)