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Damien strode through the Berlin streets, accompanied by the roar of the nearby crowd. Deidrich Aldahar, was becoming the new Commanding General of Western Europes army. His talk of war and that a premptive strike would serve their country well had earned him the favor of his country, but the world stood at unease at the election of the man.

Damien walked along, snipers upon each building top, a barrier of armymen surrounding the streets as well, blocking the from reaching the top of the steps of the capitol building where he stood behind a podium, speaking proudly.

Damien walked a face in the crowd, no one important. He walked into a nearby alleyway and darted into a building. The building underconstruction, was left empty by people. He strode up the stairs, all that were on the top floor was a few piles of wood and a patrolman. Damien easily knocked the man unconscious with one blow and injected a sleep agent into the man.

He strode over to a nearby window and underneath it, contained in the box he reached into, was a large caliber sniper. He stepped back from the window, keeping the barrel of the weapon within the building as he focused through his scope. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger, without a sound for anyone on the streets the gun fired. The bulled (through his scope) ripped through the top half of new Commanding General's head, throwing a fury of blood and brain flew into the air as he dropped dead to the ground, the smirk having barely faded from his face.

Damien cocked back and smiled as screams erupted through the air, Job Done.

(Here's the OOC thread {Delicate Peace OOC} )

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I'm losing my mind, and you just stand there and stare as my world collides.

Derrick looked around, not phsyced at the sight of blood. He saw something sticking out of a window; He took aim with his ACOG and let out two short three round controlled bursts; he was guarding the General for the kommander of the Kommando Spezialkräfte, the elite of the elite. Not even the Special Air Service could amount to them; of course, barely anyone knew about them besides the SAS, having helped make it. "Drei Männer dort aufstehen! Ich nehme Punkt!" (Get three men up there! I'll take point!) He yelled as he got to the base of the stairs and jogged up them, his boots making soft thuds on them. He grinned behind his balaclava; they had this punk who had just killed the commander. Derrick decided then and there to cut off this man's thumbs before he was sent to prison.

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Anton fired three shots into the window with his AK-102, following the lead of his Comrade. He may have been Russia, but he was part of EU, post-split. The split had happened between Western and Eastern Russia, with Siberia getting mainly forests, and the Western Russians getting the good end of the deal. Following the Commands of the Kommando Spezialkräfte, who were the dominant security force, he run up the stairs, preparing for the worst.

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Deep silvery-blue eyes peered out to watch what was going on. A sniper had just blown the brains out of a General's head. The General's guards were after him now. A smirk appeared on her full lips. Blue hues glanced towards the old unfinished building. She just shook her head and left where she was standing, taking off into an old alleyway.

The girl was dressed in typical female attire for this region. She didnt look any different that others, except her hair was lighter in colour and so were her eyes. She walked alone, looking at different shops on the street over. Still, she wanted to go back and help out that sniper for some odd reason. The girl shook the thought from her head and she continued to walk.

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Never Going Back To You

My Twilight by Stephenie Meyer Fanfic.

Bayside Marin Rehabilitation OOC

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Four men broke into the room, their guns swerving all around looking for Damien. Damien hidden within the rafters smiled, he knew there was no way he was going to get out without neutralizing a couple of them. Two of them looked highly trained, one a commander of sorts and the other seemed to have Russian blood coarsing through his blood, the other two looked like the generic grunt of the army.

Damien dropped from the rafters atop one of the guards, a dagger pulled from this coat, embedded deep within the grunts neck. With lightening quick speed he delivered a kick to the others neck and then grabbed the mans neck and twisted it around, the cracking of the neck resounded through the room. Damien smiled and then pulled up a small button attached to a small signal generator in his hand, he pushed the button. A small beep was heard from the direction of the window where the sniper had been thrown, then an explosion ripped through the building, sending a shockwave through the top two floors.

Damien leapt into the flaming hole and landed on the second to last floor and leapt out a side window with ease. He landed gently and then merged into panicking crowd, once again a face in the crowd...a ghost.

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I'm losing my mind, and you just stand there and stare as my world collides.

Derrick watched all that happened with shock and saw the man leap as the building exploded. He dived out of the window after him, his MG4 giving him faster falling speed. He landed in a roll, came up with his gun pointing straight towards where the man had went. "Damn it!" he yelled over the panicked cries of pedestrians. "Get out of the fucking way!" he shouted in three different langauges, German, Russian, and Spanish. He ran into the middle of them, kicking people if they didn't get out of the way quick enough. He remembered what the man looked like, his clothes, hair, everything. He looked down the red dot scope again, searching. "Fuck!" he muttered, running back up to where the general had been. He looked at the body and looked back at everyone, running to the microphone. "Everyone, get to your homes, now!" he yelled into it, causing earbusting noise.

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[[ Haha. Reminds me of Hitman... ]]

The girl gasped as if shocked to hear what had happened. She ran towards a house, but she slipped into the alley next to it. She crouched down and tried to watch what was going on. There had to be a way to find this sniper. He seemed interesting, not to mention he might be hurt. Her name was Evelyn. The blue eyed female just continued to watch. Something is bound to happen soon.

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Never Going Back To You

My Twilight by Stephenie Meyer Fanfic.

Bayside Marin Rehabilitation OOC

JOIN PLEASE!!

((Yeah.... *Looks at Brai*))

"Secure the body. John, Gaynes, your with me, c'mon!" Derrick yelled as he jumped down the five foot drop, out of breath from running around. Debri and smoke was still coming from the exploded building. He ran past several houses and saw a girl looking out of an alley. He stopped in front of her, pointing the heavy machine gun at her. "Get down!" he yelled, motioning for Gaynes and John to continue on. He stared at this girl from under his gas mask, ready for anything. His boonie hat blocked the sun from his eyes, the flecktarn cap blowing in the breeze.

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( 0_0 I am completely innocent in all of this)

Damien pulled himself upwards as he adjusted the clothes. The military uniform of the officer that had happened to wonder past him lay at his feet, his neck snapped easily. Damien adjusted the clothes on him as he took the wig atop his head off and threw it into a nearby dumpster. He removed the contacts in his eyes and replaced them with new ones, his eyes now shone of a brilliant blue and his head now blond and moderate in length. He rubbed the make-up on his face off, making his skin much more tan.

He smiled as he picked up the officers body and deposited it in the dumpster as well and then closed the lid quietly. He picked up the weapon, a dirty and hasty weapon, guaranteed to make a mess out of anything and held it.

He wondered out into the streets, officers were evacuating citizens to their homes, and none gave a passing glance to him as he rushed with another group of German soldiers.

The group turned down an alley where the commanding officer was aiming his gun at a startled looking woman.

"Mein Gott, wer ist das?" he asked, his German spoke perfectly.

(I'm using all the ideas I've collected from various places of how my character could disguise, kill, etc)

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I'm losing my mind, and you just stand there and stare as my world collides.

Derrick looked at the soldier who had spoken out of the corner of his eye. "I don't know, you idiot! Now go, like I told your stupid asses!" he yelled, both eyes trained on the girl; why was she hiding in an alley, unless she was hiding. But from what? That was his job to find out. He went push her to the ground roughly and tire-wrap her hands.

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