Post by Jacob (Veeks) on Jul 1, 2009 2:48:36 GMT -5
Jacob calmly swivled through, up, and around the city gracefully, dodging under elevated pipes and above fences, just thinking as he ran. Issac, the head tracker was back, that was a good thing for the New Novembers. Jacob would've helped, but he had to do some recon on exactly how much the CPF would buff up their patrols as the elections drew ever so closer. It turs out it was a lot. As Jacob scanned the streets, he saw many flashing red and blue lights. Many streets had been closed off, and he was almost certain he saw a few choppers off in the distance not too long ago. The sun was beginning to set, and Jacob was about to turn back to the hideout when he heard a siren whale.
Peeking down below from the roof of the building he was standing on, Jacob saw a SWAT truck being loaded up with prisoners. One of them, Jacob noticed was his best client.
"Shit." Jacob mumbled under his breath. The CPF was really going all out during this election. Maybe they were feeling more euphoric about having a mayor again. They'd have a strong leader that'll return the city to its former state of glory, the term "glory" being used very loosely in Jacob's opinion.
The last of the prisoners had been loaded in, and the truck drove off, taking with it most of the nearby CPFs that had been patroling. There were about two SWAT troops and three standard officers at the street level now. Jacob thought for a second, and felt that he could use this situation to his advantage. Perhaps he could get some information out of one of the officers. Jacob quickly yet stealthfully slid down the nearby pole that ran along the building h was standing on. Once he reached street level, he took to the shadows and eyed the patroles carefully, waiting for one to make a mistake. After about fifteen minutes, one of the standard patrols started to wonder into the ally that Jacob was in; he was alone, perfect.
Jacob slowly backed behind a near by waste bin, maintaining his stealth, and waited for the CPF to walk past him. Slowly, but surely, Jacob crept behind the guard, and reached for the gun in his holster. The CPF was no fool, he heard Jacob's foot steps, pulled out his pistol, aimed it... and nothing was there. The guard stood there, with his weapon aimed at what was supposedly nothing. He was sure somebody was behind him. Once he regained his calmness, he turned around to continue his patrolling, only to come face to face with a runner.
Jacob gave the guard one swift, hard punch in the stomach, grabbed his pistol, and kicked the guard into the dead end of the alley.
"Pick a number between one and ten." Jacob said calmly.
"Wh... who are you?" The guard asked, winded from the blows he had endured.
"I don't like repeating myself." Jacob shot back, cocking the pistol.
"I... Uh... eight!" The guard replied nervously.
"Huh, lucky guess. You get to live. Now, tell me something useful before we decide to play another round." Jacob said.
"I'm not telling you anything." The CPF spat.
"Okay then, our hide-out could use a good 'Keep Out' sign. Your courpse would do lovely." Jacob said kindly. The guard grunted.
"What do you want to know?"
Jacob kept his aim between the guard's eyes.
"Are you doing anything special for the election?" Jacob asked. The guard shook his ehad.
"We're just increasing our patrolling units, trying to prevent another assasination. More guards'll be on the streets, choppers'll be on patrol... prisons'll be more heavily guarded." The CPF explained.
"Are you doing anything about the runners?" Jacob asked. The CPF shook his head.
"I'm not sure... I've heard more persuit cops'll be recruited. I've seen what those guys could do. The're pretty tough. More of em' would give you runners someting to worry about."
Jacob nodded at the information.
"Thanks for cooperating." Jacob said kindly.
"Can I go now?" The guard asked. Jacob walked up to him, and jammed his right knee into his face. The CPF fell to the ground with unconscious with a broken nose.
"Yeah, you can go." Jacob said. He then schaled up the building agian to return to the hideout (after hiding the body). He got some relatively good information for a casual stroll through the city. This could all be very useful to the New November.
Now that they new mroe guards would be patrolling on not only the streets, but the roofs as well during the election, the runners would know to be more careful when on a job. A streak of black passed through the corner of Jacob's right eye, giving him enough interest to stop running and examine where it had come from.
"What was that?" He asked out loud. He turned to keep running, thinking it was nothing, only to have his face smashed by an armored fist. Jacob stumbled back, closing his right eye, and focused his left eye to identify the attacker. His blurred vision managed to make out the general traits of a persuit cop reaching of his tazor. That was all the motivation Jacob needed, he waited for the persuit cop to charge at him and zap before he countered. The attack came, Jacob ducked, and gave two hard punches in the stomach.
The persuit cop let out a grunt. A female grunt. This caught Jacob by surprise, giving the enemy enough time to knee him in the chest, sending him sliding backwards.
"Agh, curse my chivalry." Jacob mumbled as he got to his feet. The attacker kicked at Jacob, who blocked it with both his hands and countered with a snap kick of his own, hitting her in her chest, forcing her back. Jacob used this oppertunity to punch her twice in her masked face. The persuit cop stumbled back, and Jacob finished his combo up by sweep kicking her to the ground. Instead of finishing her off, Jacob ran off, hoping to lose her. He had an issue fighting women, no matter how strong they were. Before he could pick up enough momentum to really start running, Jacob tripped and fell flat on the ground, his chin hitting the pearly white marble roof of the building; hard.
With a heavy groan, he trned to see that the persuit cop had hit his ankle with her tazor. The persuit cop then lifted Jacob to his feet with one hand. She was strong.
"Who are you?" He asked. She didn't reply. He didn't expect her to. Jacob grabbed her wrist and kicked her elbow with as much strength as he could muster. He heard a sickening crack as he broke the joint of the enemy runner's arm. She let out a high pitched howel in pain and dropped Jacob. He then shoulder bashed her, forcing her to the ground. He then snatched the tazor from her hand, and zapped her in her wounded, now expozed arm, forcing her out of consciousness.
"Sorry!" Jacob said, quietly cursing his chivalry again. He then sped off, hoping to run into a fellow New November on his way back, to explain what he had just wnet through.
(OOC-Sorry about it being so long, I was in a writing mood. The persuit cop is actually going to be a CPF character I plan on making later on, so nobody kill her off, plz.)
Peeking down below from the roof of the building he was standing on, Jacob saw a SWAT truck being loaded up with prisoners. One of them, Jacob noticed was his best client.
"Shit." Jacob mumbled under his breath. The CPF was really going all out during this election. Maybe they were feeling more euphoric about having a mayor again. They'd have a strong leader that'll return the city to its former state of glory, the term "glory" being used very loosely in Jacob's opinion.
The last of the prisoners had been loaded in, and the truck drove off, taking with it most of the nearby CPFs that had been patroling. There were about two SWAT troops and three standard officers at the street level now. Jacob thought for a second, and felt that he could use this situation to his advantage. Perhaps he could get some information out of one of the officers. Jacob quickly yet stealthfully slid down the nearby pole that ran along the building h was standing on. Once he reached street level, he took to the shadows and eyed the patroles carefully, waiting for one to make a mistake. After about fifteen minutes, one of the standard patrols started to wonder into the ally that Jacob was in; he was alone, perfect.
Jacob slowly backed behind a near by waste bin, maintaining his stealth, and waited for the CPF to walk past him. Slowly, but surely, Jacob crept behind the guard, and reached for the gun in his holster. The CPF was no fool, he heard Jacob's foot steps, pulled out his pistol, aimed it... and nothing was there. The guard stood there, with his weapon aimed at what was supposedly nothing. He was sure somebody was behind him. Once he regained his calmness, he turned around to continue his patrolling, only to come face to face with a runner.
Jacob gave the guard one swift, hard punch in the stomach, grabbed his pistol, and kicked the guard into the dead end of the alley.
"Pick a number between one and ten." Jacob said calmly.
"Wh... who are you?" The guard asked, winded from the blows he had endured.
"I don't like repeating myself." Jacob shot back, cocking the pistol.
"I... Uh... eight!" The guard replied nervously.
"Huh, lucky guess. You get to live. Now, tell me something useful before we decide to play another round." Jacob said.
"I'm not telling you anything." The CPF spat.
"Okay then, our hide-out could use a good 'Keep Out' sign. Your courpse would do lovely." Jacob said kindly. The guard grunted.
"What do you want to know?"
Jacob kept his aim between the guard's eyes.
"Are you doing anything special for the election?" Jacob asked. The guard shook his ehad.
"We're just increasing our patrolling units, trying to prevent another assasination. More guards'll be on the streets, choppers'll be on patrol... prisons'll be more heavily guarded." The CPF explained.
"Are you doing anything about the runners?" Jacob asked. The CPF shook his head.
"I'm not sure... I've heard more persuit cops'll be recruited. I've seen what those guys could do. The're pretty tough. More of em' would give you runners someting to worry about."
Jacob nodded at the information.
"Thanks for cooperating." Jacob said kindly.
"Can I go now?" The guard asked. Jacob walked up to him, and jammed his right knee into his face. The CPF fell to the ground with unconscious with a broken nose.
"Yeah, you can go." Jacob said. He then schaled up the building agian to return to the hideout (after hiding the body). He got some relatively good information for a casual stroll through the city. This could all be very useful to the New November.
Now that they new mroe guards would be patrolling on not only the streets, but the roofs as well during the election, the runners would know to be more careful when on a job. A streak of black passed through the corner of Jacob's right eye, giving him enough interest to stop running and examine where it had come from.
"What was that?" He asked out loud. He turned to keep running, thinking it was nothing, only to have his face smashed by an armored fist. Jacob stumbled back, closing his right eye, and focused his left eye to identify the attacker. His blurred vision managed to make out the general traits of a persuit cop reaching of his tazor. That was all the motivation Jacob needed, he waited for the persuit cop to charge at him and zap before he countered. The attack came, Jacob ducked, and gave two hard punches in the stomach.
The persuit cop let out a grunt. A female grunt. This caught Jacob by surprise, giving the enemy enough time to knee him in the chest, sending him sliding backwards.
"Agh, curse my chivalry." Jacob mumbled as he got to his feet. The attacker kicked at Jacob, who blocked it with both his hands and countered with a snap kick of his own, hitting her in her chest, forcing her back. Jacob used this oppertunity to punch her twice in her masked face. The persuit cop stumbled back, and Jacob finished his combo up by sweep kicking her to the ground. Instead of finishing her off, Jacob ran off, hoping to lose her. He had an issue fighting women, no matter how strong they were. Before he could pick up enough momentum to really start running, Jacob tripped and fell flat on the ground, his chin hitting the pearly white marble roof of the building; hard.
With a heavy groan, he trned to see that the persuit cop had hit his ankle with her tazor. The persuit cop then lifted Jacob to his feet with one hand. She was strong.
"Who are you?" He asked. She didn't reply. He didn't expect her to. Jacob grabbed her wrist and kicked her elbow with as much strength as he could muster. He heard a sickening crack as he broke the joint of the enemy runner's arm. She let out a high pitched howel in pain and dropped Jacob. He then shoulder bashed her, forcing her to the ground. He then snatched the tazor from her hand, and zapped her in her wounded, now expozed arm, forcing her out of consciousness.
"Sorry!" Jacob said, quietly cursing his chivalry again. He then sped off, hoping to run into a fellow New November on his way back, to explain what he had just wnet through.
(OOC-Sorry about it being so long, I was in a writing mood. The persuit cop is actually going to be a CPF character I plan on making later on, so nobody kill her off, plz.)
Also good to see you feel like having enough time to multiacount 
