Devon 6

Damien pulled on his leather jacket and started shoving various random things that were thrown around his room into his pockets, of which there were many. Ultra portable scanners, literally the size of quarters, mini remote activated bombs, As a finishing touch, he pulled out a tiny laser gun that fit and stuck to the palm of his hand and underneath his glove. In one fluid motion he swung out of the open window and landed silently in the dirt road beneath, pulling his hood over his face, he crept swiftly toward his goal. The streets were ominously silent except for the occasional tramp of a lawman’s boots, but Damien rarely trod the main roads where law ruled. No, Damien stayed in the dark alleyways, hidden from the sight of even the Illustrious Aristocracy. When he reached the end of the alleys, he saw before him a long plain of grass, neatly mowed and trimmed, there was a sidewalk that lead up to the huge and well lit building, the HQ of the Aristocracy. Damien walked up to a small disk that was right next to the border of the yard, he smugly flipped open a hatch and pulled his lithe body through the small hole, if his estimations proved correct, as they always did, this tunnel would take him straight to his prey, not without a few difficulties along the way, that would be too easy.

Devon pulled off her vest and sighed, the stress of the week rolling off her like water off a duck’s back. She tumbled onto her cot and fell fast asleep. A few minutes later the lock on the door slid open silently and Damien stood there, his silhouette outlined ever so faintly by the soft gray light that filtered through the vents into the tunnel. He was tired, her traps had put him to the test, but he had survived, and there was no way that he was going to walk into another, he had been working on the lock alone for the last five minutes. Damien scanned the room, and scanned it again, using different key words, and eventually a full scan to check for anything that could possibly be there, but to his immense surprise and gratification, the girl was too smug and full of herself to believe that anyone could get through her traps. Damien grinned despite himself, he wasn’t just anyone. He leaned quietly over her sleeping form and ever so gingerly laid a soft swab of fabric over her eye and cheek, he waited a few minutes before he was sure the numbing substance on the swab had done its work, and then he pried her eye open and pulled out the lens. The light was far too dim to examine it now, so he put it in a minuscule pouch that was attached to his belt. He then looked around to see what other damage he could inflict before leaving. Damien made a note to get a symbol sometime, they were impractical, but he could afford to be impractical. It would be so fun to spray paint something onto her wall. Suddenly he stiffened and crouched down, rendering himself nearly invisible in the shadow of her cot. A slight girl prowled in, her soft leather boots making less than no sound on the metal ground. She made a slightly disgruntled guttural sound in her throat, Damien couldn’t decide whether it signified confusion or contempt. The girl crept forward even further and unsheathed a small knife, Damien quickly noticed the liquid covering it--poison. Without thinking, he stood up and kicked the girl in the gut, she fell to the ground, her blade clanging on the floor. Devon half sat up, but Damien picked her up and jumped over the still-prone girl, who jumped up, wielding a gun. Damien laid his palm flat and shot at her a few times. The girl dodged them with stunning flexibility and he shut the door, and ran. The door was burst from its hinges and the girl made a last attempt, a wild shot, but it hit its mark. The struggling Devon, trying to get out of his grip, gasped and immediately stopped struggling and instead lay limp and gasping for breath. Another girl, who looked exactly the same as the first, for all he could see, popped up in front of him, wielding another gun, he dodged the shots and went the only other available direction--up, into the heavily guarded transition room.