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Post by Isaac Preston (wrayayrton) on Jun 10, 2009 20:08:35 GMT -5
"ROLAND!" Isaac called out from the balcony about 2 stories above "
"Yes?" said roland "get down here"
"I heard you talking about pergerine the night before... "
"and..."
"well, I used to run with a group called the insurgents when I was very young. we were a recreational free runner group, delivering small-time packages to some clients. I knew a man in the group, a great runner... about 6 years older than me. And his name was pergerine... is this the same one you know? because he and I were great friends"
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Post by Roland D. Jansen (peregrine) on Jun 10, 2009 21:02:36 GMT -5
Roland blinked and started. Did Peregrine use to run with Isaac, years ago, before he'd met him? Who else could it be?
Roland found the information discomforting. He desperately, and irrationally, wanted to dislike Isaac, and the idea that Isaac and Peregrine might have once been friends and comrades bothered Roland considerably.
Roland didn't feel like yelling. He scaled the building up to Isaac's position and leaned against a wall near as he addressed him. "Yeah, it sounds like the same guy. I know he's been working the rooftops of this city all his life. What about it?"
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Post by Isaac Preston (wrayayrton) on Jun 11, 2009 8:33:19 GMT -5
"just wondering," said Isaac "you know, I'm still in contact with him... if you ever want to talk to him just tell me. you see, when he left the insurgents, the police came to a roof that we had been living on the last 3 weeks... a helicopter spotted us. I ran left, jeffi ran right, and pergerine... well they took him."
roland frowned, "really?"
"yes, but he got out quickly, things went great, he and I both left the insurgents and went our seperate ways. I gave him my comms number so if he ever needed my help, he could call me. he did the same. a long time later, he called me... and said he left town."
"I was shocked at first... so I called him back two weeks later to see how he was doing... his comms unit hadn't changed."
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Post by Roland D. Jansen (peregrine) on Jun 11, 2009 10:25:40 GMT -5
"Call him, huh?" Roland pocketed his hands. "Listen, Isaac, I appreciate what you're trying to do--or what I think you're trying to do--but I'm not really in the mood to talk to him right now, or even to talk about him."
"Honestly, what I need to do now is get back to work. I've been out of action for too long. Only a couple of days, sure, but in a city as fast-moving as this one, even two days can be too long."
He looked at Isaac and forced a smile. "So, how about it? Got a job for me?"
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Post by Isaac Preston (wrayayrton) on Jun 11, 2009 10:34:36 GMT -5
"Yeah man, as always" said Isaac always work to do. "you can still go see who the NCO is who strangled me, as for if anything else comes up, you'll be the first to know."
roland nodded
"I was only telling you about pergerine too see if that was the same one you knew about. but I'm going to have to save his comms number," said Isaac "It could help everyone out in a pinch."
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"I'm going back to the hide out. not long until the upcoming election and I want to be more than ready to harass you all with my grumpiness at the cities corruption" Isaac said as he laughed. he ran toward the building's edge, took one last look at roland, and dove off.
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Post by Roland D. Jansen (peregrine) on Jun 11, 2009 13:32:15 GMT -5
Roland watched Isaac vanish over the building's edge. Isaac was a heck of a runner, Roland had to hand him that. Was he a good tracker? Well, that he would have to wait and see. Right now, Isaac was the only tracker he had.
And he'd been ... strangled? That was the first Roland heard of it. He was relieved to hear that Isaac survived the attack: Isaac probably weighed about ten pounds soaking wet, and had never displayed any facility for self-defense.
And it was someone from the NCO? How thuggish were these guys, anyway?
Roland sighed. It wasn't the kind of job he was expecting, and he yearned for the days when work meant running package X from point A to point B. But he needed something to occupy his attention, and solving a mystery was better than sitting around on his ass.
[[continued in the Streets: NCO roof]]
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