Jonah waited in the darkness, hearing the guns fire, and then a strange buzzing sound. Then there was silence.

Walking silently, he followed the path the mysterious figure had taken, enterring the building. It was dimly lit, pale light shining on synthetic floors and walls. The diminishing wail of an alarm could be heard, but it soon died away.

Peering around one side of the passage, Jonah could see a heap of bodies, disembodied limbs strewn about the floor. Whatever had come this way, it was best to avoid it.

So Jonah turned right, cautiously proceeding down the passageway. Something must of detected him however, for a group of soldiers wre now running towards him. They redied their guns, kneeling into a comfortable formation.

The first bullet struck Jonah's left arm. He was not ready, expecting some sort of warning and offer of surrender. Grimacing with the pain he drew his sword, and dissappeared into the shadows.

The soldiers stopped firing and Jonah seized his chance. A flit of shadow appeared, and was gone. One soldier had disappeared with it. Then another. Untill only one remained.

Jonah materialized infront of him, tearing the gun out of his hands.

"Run" whispered Jonah, the man fleeing in terror. Jonah smiled slightly, the act of mercy bringing a tone of happiness to him. Looking down at the gun, grasped it as he had seen the soldiers do so, and pulled the trigger. A flurry of bullets shot about the hall, pleasing Jonah.

"Wanderer....."

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Awesome Sig by Liah

BA Character: Jonah