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Post by Edward on Feb 4, 2008 21:13:28 GMT -5
Edward shifted the black cap that covered his head just right, he couldn't afford to be seen by the guards already. Oh no, he wasn't wanted yet...but he was well known, at least in the bounty hunting world.
He was currently wearing a black jean vest and black tank top with a pair of dirty jeans, yeah he didn't spend all that much money on camouflage.
A young guard walked up to him and asked for papers. Edward reached in to his pants pocket and pulled out a perfectly forged packet of I.D. papers and handed them to the man. The guard scanned them over pretending to be doing his job to the best of his ability. Edward new better, he wouldn't get any crap from this guy...and just as expected the guard quickly returned his papers and ushered him through the gates of the city. To easy.
As soon as Edward had walked to what he thought was a safe distance away from any eavesdroppers he pulled out a small booklet which seemed to have random names scribbled quite neatly down the small pages. The last name had been written and checked off around a year ago.
Edward leaned against the wall as he took out a small pen and started writing a new target down. The first new target of his continued career...a member of HOLY named Calista.
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Post by Edward on Feb 5, 2008 16:25:48 GMT -5
After an hour of combing the streets civilians for tid-bits of information on his new target he took out a small pair of binoculars and hoped up on a nearby brick wall painted pure white. He peered through the glasses ignoring the meager stares of curious bystanders.
"Ah..." Edward was staring at the largest building in the local area, known as HOLY. He wasn't to positive of the activities that went on their, only the few bits of information he managed to pick up on the street gave him any clue. So far he knew they trained alter users and also disliked them...great combo? Meh, wasn't his problem to figure out.
Edward hopped down from the wall and headed towards the large building, arriving in little over ten minutes, who said street signs are never correct? He grinned to himself, as he walked in to the giant double doors. Fun time.
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