A Meeting of Chance? (For me and Ember only bitches)

Athena frowned as she shook her head at the destruction. She watched the others, hanging back like the lone wolf she was, she just watched and counted how many people she thought were dying. She knew G.U.N would be here soon, well Faith and Scarlet would be and those were a pair she couldn't and wouldn't let die.

Drift laughed."Can't touch and besides smoking is bad for your health".Drift let out a bark of laughter as he moved among the rubble yanking out dead bodies and tossing them into the street.

"And blowing up building's isn't" Cole said with a smirk while taking another puff and pointing it to Percival "You?"

"I just finished one, but I am running so sure, toss me one" he said as he smirked at his own inability to stop smoking. Percival smiled as he gazed at his group of villains.

Drift moved among the bodies he had thrown out to a total of 20,Drift reached over touching them absorbing there life force,Drift moved ahead of the group letting them watch the bodies decaying slowly before there very eyes.

Cole threw Percival a cigarette "Damn Drift..." Cole said looking the decaying bodies around them....

Percival lit the cigarette and began to puff on the recently lit cigarette. "Thank you" he said with a smile as he looked at the dead bodies.

Athena growled when he went to touch a woman she grabbed his wrist and hissed softly.
"Don't....touch her, she has things to do in life," she threw his wrist down and helped the girl to her feet. She said something in fluent Greek but the girl seemed to understand although she was obviously not Greek.
"T-t-thank you," she spluttered and ran. Athena frowned and looked at the dead bodies. Some were women some men. She decided to act differently to the others. She looked around. She knew all these women here. She quickly went to some, waking them up and telling them the same thing in Greek. When they were dead she closed their eyes and whispered a prayer.

Drift looked at her but turned away laughing as he walked down the street with the others his laugh rising to the heavens.

Edge just kept on walking with his allies to the bar, he is not much of a talker and really only cared about his orders.

Black gun yawned as he woke up in his bed, scratching his head. Another day to kill and to make money for life. Going towards his computer his next assignment was ready. Reading up on it he gave them his fee for super-powered targets. A few minutes later they agreed to the terms and Black gun recieved the first half of the payment. Grabbing his usual two clips of cut diamond bullets, the usual for super powered, he went out the door. Outside he went around back to his gun storage where he placed a code into the regular tempered-steel shed. Entering he took two silverballers, his sniper, and the silencers as well as his foiled brief case to hold it all. Then he sat out to the base of operations this were to go down.

First of all he requested that across the street at the motel there be a room set up for him at the highest reach. From there he took the key from the attendent and took to the room. Going up the stairs into room 233 he set up his sniper riffle and loaded his silver ballers. From the window he looked through the sniper scope. There were two gaurds in relatively closed rooms up at the top of the base. He opened the window slightly to fit his gun out then took them out. No one saw as usual but then again no one paid attention. He packed his suit case with the disasembled sniper and closed it up. He put the suit case in the closet and set up a bomb trap to it. Then in his finely done outfit he headed out the door. Black gun silently went over to the doors of the base and went in.

He hid quickly and saw a staff door open. They were having a catering party tonight and that was the door for the catering staff. He went in quitely and took his outfit off to change into a catering outfit. He hid his nice clothes into the locker and left. Now outside he went into a room where there was silverwere. Now since he was dressed up in catering outfit he was instructed to take some silverwere to the front. The target was most likely in there and was properly gaurded by metal detectors and armed men. He too his silveballers and his diamond shooting gun and hid it under the silver presenting top. They wouldn't check it because it is all metal. Going into the entrance to the front they check him and found nothing. Entering he headed to the bathroom where he retrieved his guns and placed them into his catering jacket. There he continued outside to the front room and placed the silverwere where the table was. Then he turned his attention to the gaurds, gaurding the boss's room. He decided to go into the kitchen where he mixed up som white wine, gin, and a baezing cocktail; a little poison of course. He gave the assortment of drinks to the gaurds, where after a few minutes they went to use the bathroom.

Black gun headed in after them with his silverballers. With the silent silverballers he shot both of them in the back of the head. There he took one of their outfits and hid his guns once more. Heading into the bosses room he took out his silent gun and asked the boss a question. The boss turned around and he was shot in the head instantly by a diamond bullet. There he fell dead out of his chair. Now it was time to leave and he went back down the hallway. Going back to the locker he stashed his suit, he returned to his original outfit and headed out quitely.

Returning back to the motel he disabled the bomb and retrieved his suitcase and returned the keys to the room. When he got home he packed away his guns except for his diamond shooter, into the steel shed outback. Then heading back in he placed his gun into his private armory and took his shoes off. Going to bed the story was already being printed on the newspaper and on TV... No one named or saw the killer...

The rest of fee was paided straight up....

(Don't worry this is a different place all togather its just something for you guys to see on the news and newspapers.)

Cole takes out his cigarette, throws it to the ground then stomps on it. Cole then returned to the group "You know what we need, some walking beers because I'm out of smokes...." Cole said with a frown...

Drift looked bored walking down the road all the people had fled so there was no one to kill and he was out of energy to blow stuff up.

The black gun didn't watch TV all that much and he mostly just read the paper. There his killing was said on the front page. Everyone didn't even know who it was but they said it was a skilled marksmen as all the victims were executed by head shot. With no one even seeing.

Percival turned the corner with his group and walked into a semi-crowded bar. "rounds are on me guys" he said as he sat down in a booth large enough to hold the whole group of F.E.A.R.E. "But someone needs to get the drinks"

"Drift..." Cole said seating down next to Percival. Cole turned to Percival "So do we ever do anything besides drink and blow things up?" Cole said seating back with his hands behind his head.