Message #28423

[TRHeadshot]

"Hey you!"

The man was shaken out of his stupor by the small patrol of Fairview Guards standing, only 15 feet, in front of him. Simply ignoring their presence, he continued on his way, as he draws nearer to the patrol however...

"I said-"

~Schliiiing~

The unfortunate soul drops his gaze to the man's arm, and slowly realizes how unfortunate he really is. For, attached to the man's arm was a hand, tightly gripping a bladed revolver, deep within his ribcage.

~Bang~

The soon-to-be-dead man gasps, blood trickles from his mouth, the soldier behind him clutches his side, falling to the ground.

Removing his weapon from the corpse, he continues onward. He scratches a line into the arm guard of his suit, one of many. Gazing longingly at the sun, he travels through the near silent city, and eventually come upon a very large, heavily fortified, building.

He passes a man burning a paper, pausing only for a split second as he passes the man, a slight grin appears upon his face. Heading up the stairs he passes many faces, he smiles at them all, much to their surprise. Entering his room, he picks up a folder.

Inside are pictures and files. New targets. Placing a replacement bullet into the cylinder, he replaces his Fang in its holster.

"It seems that the time has come again..." he sighs, and heads back to the first floor... maybe he'll be able to chat up one of his comrades before embarking on a new assignment. It had been a few days since he had enjoyed any human contact.

He lightly touches the inscription on his armor.. there are four lines of writing:

The first: states simply- DUSK-REAPER

The Second: Fenrir's Fangs, a testament to the past

The Third: Edward G. Munson

The Forth, and Final: TRHeadshot

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