The Super Awesome Cool Epic Stunning Adventure Pt1

[Badman Zeek]

Hmm...

What an awkward person.There was a delay in Xeno returning the gesture. Was he still uneasy about her? There should have been no reason for such skepticism, but her effort was what counted. So long as she made an attempt to rectify their new relationship, she'd no longer be accountable for the distance Xeno kept when around her. He finally gave in for whatever reason, matching the gesture as if he was merely mimicking Isabelle instead of functioning on his own accord. The result was an unbelievably long handshake. So long that the warmth from Xeno's body threatened to invade her body.

He released his hold on her hand as the approaching footsteps grew louder, disrupting their brief moment of bonding. Their numbers led a stampede down the road nearby, beckoning the attention of the young Marines. Xeno moved before her heading to the corner that met with the street the parade of people was on. This was great, he didn't seemed to be so scared about creeping off into the dark towards an unidentified crowd. Atonement perhaps? Maybe he just wanted to take charge of a potential disturbance to recover from his acts of cowardice earlier. Either way it was great to see he had some sort of backbone.

He wasn't hopeless after all.

She followed in suit, trotting behind her partner with an utter lack of sound. Consciously Isabelle noted her skills had developed since she last had to sneak about in the dark. The mental aside led her focus astray for the briefest of moments; long enough for her to follow Xeno into territory her memories prompted her to be wary of. She confirm it as her eyes passed over the slightly illuminated street post. With her back pressed firmly against the cool brick exterior of a structure, [maroon]"Xeno wait.."[/maroon] she breathed into the night air, from behind the cover of a shadowed building, constraining her vocals so that her words became no more than a whisper in the air delivered to it's destination by a breeze absent life. They had wandered too far and were beginning to approach an area of town prone to brief spurts of crime due its proximity and ease of access to regions outside of Marine jurisdiction.

It was too late.

A man was the first to sprint past them, looking to be carrying something. Whatever it was had held the attention of those who followed in his wake, all of whom were carrying weapons of some sort. Their first appearance was that of a gang; lurching into action Isabelle departed from the shadows and moved into open view, continuing until her stride brought her into a position aligned with her partner's. From the closer distance her eyes scanned members of the mob who had fallen behind, none of which had taken any notice Xeno or Isabelle; fixed solely on the man they pursued. [maroon]"Time to get to work;"[/maroon] her words filled to the brim with excitement.

[maroon]"What a great way to start the night of my return."[/maroon]

With heightened bliss, she joined the game of cat and mouse once more, this time taking off in the direction of the man and those who sought his capture. She waved a hand at Xeno beckoning his companionship, things seemed to be looking well for the new found duo.

[BlacKitten]

It wasn’t as if he was counting, but Xeno estimated ten to fifteen of these shadowy figures that were chasing after one man. To a certain extent, he knew how the man felt. Running away from a mob of thugs was like being hunted by Isabelle. A feeling that he knew too well since it happened not too long ago. As a matter of fact, he felt the presence of her right now, behind him. Even though he knew she wasn’t chasing him right now, he felt uneasy with her behind him. It was so much safer when he was behind her instead.

Regardless, this time the two marines are chasing after these gang of armed thugs. Their threatening appearance seemed that they weren’t going to listen to words. Dashing through the chilly air, he tailed right behind the gang before he leaped up. As he cling his climbing claws on the brick wall, he scaled up the building, one hand over the other. The structure of the building itself wasn’t high at all. It was about time that he got a better view of this situation. By the time he rolled himself over the roof, he continued running, eyeing on the chasers.

From his point of view, he saw a huge problem up ahead from where the man with the briefcase was running. It was a dead end! Trapped in a corner, the man spun around, pressing the important case against his chest. The gang slowed down. All of them panted, catching their breaths. “There’s no way for you to run now! Give us that briefcase if you know what’s good for you!” The victim remained speechless as trepidation caught his throat. That man knew very well that it was all over for him.

Xeno mischievously smirked; he was enjoying this as he stood dangerously over the edge of the roof, watching from above. Isabelle was there too, watching the whole commotion. Slowly creeping to his side, Xeno’s hand gripped firmly onto the metallic hook on him. Unwinding the rope around his waist, he gently swung his grappling hook side to side like a pendulum.

“WELL? GIVE IT TO US RIGHT NOW!” A savage member of the mob shouted in angry and greedy manner. He pointed his knife towards the trapped victim, “make this easy on yourself, or you’ll regret it!”

“Gah… Grr… Ahh!” The struggling sound of someone else alerted everyone. All eyes redirected their gaze towards a man in the center of the mob. His hands were grasping on his neck, but the dark night made it impossible for anyone to see clearly. Suddenly, the shadowy figure was suspended in the air, choking and struggling. At the same time, Xeno dropped straight down to the ground, kneeling with his weight, holding the rope in his hand. He glanced at the motionless corpse that was hung above him before the rope slipped from his grasp.

Almost in slow motion, the corpse descended until it tumbled to the ground. It was dead. The black rope and the metal bar of the outside staircase acted as a pulley when Xeno decided to drop by. With a single tug at a specific angle, the hook was retrieved back to the marine. “One down… a dozen more to go,” Xeno stood behind the gang, unable to see the briefcase man on the other side.