[center][h1][color=ee82ee][b][u]Adam Harper[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
[h1][color=ee82ee][b][u]The Sight[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
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[center] [b][u]Location:[/u][/b] En route to sentinel HQ, on top of a building a kilometre away. [/center]

[center] [b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] Scorn- [@Argetlam350], J.J- [@Lmpkio], Mamba- [@Scarifar] [/center]

[color=ee82ee]"God, ive forgotten how warm this thing is..."[/color]
On the top of a nearby building, gazing down on the meeting place a kilometre or so away, was a man with a suitcase, stuffing what appeared to be a black suit into it, while wearing something that made him look like some sort of robot. He was technically not supposed to be up there, and in hindsight, deciding to change on top of a building was probably not the best idea. Even so, it was probably better than a restroom. He couldnt be seen wearing his science fictionish suit, due to the bounties still on his head and the mass murder thing that he was accused of. Hell, even showing his face in public was a risky choice to make, but he had long decided to risk it. If this chance was not a elaborate trap, it might be just what he needed to get out of hiding. And kill people. And invent again.

And if it was a trap...he would kill them. And go back into hiding. And probably invent some more. What a simple life.

Finally managing to get the suit back on, he looked at his helmet. It looked a lot smaller and more cramped than he remembered. Would it still fit? Did he really need to hide his face in ther...no. It would make a good first impression. His dad had taught him that those were always important. Plus, the featureless mask did add a element of menace. He had always appreciated that.

After the suit, it was the various weaponry. Gauss handguns, grappling hook, carbon nanotube knife and sword, he decided to keep his mist canisters in his briefcase. Finally, he put his helmet on. Surprisingly, it still fit fine. Wonderful.

Standing on the edge of the building, he slung the briefcase over his shoulder and proceeded to jump off. A dozen metres down, he grabbed a nearby balcony, let the motors in his arms cushion the impact, before dropping again. This time, he landed in an alleyway, this time the motors in his legs cushioning. Not to say it didnt hurt. The building was higher than he expected, and he felt a jolt of pain in both his legs, almost making him fall over. God, he was really out of practice. He missed the old firing range for the new knights...you could fire just about anything there at any target you wanted. Holograms were such wonderful things.

Easing the pain out of his legs, he broke into a run. Keeping to alleyways and away from people. Finally, he reached the HQ. Or rather, where he had been told to meet.

[color=ee82ee]"...this better not be a trap. Or im killing everyone in there."[/color]

To be honest though, he was pleasantly surprised. This place was clearly expensive, so these sentinel people evidently werent fooling around, plus, it had big glass doors. Adam liked big glass things. Walking up the staircase, he suddenly felt slightly overdressed. Maybe he could have left his sword at his hotel, along with possibly one of his guns...

[color=ee82ee]"...is that a pirate?"[/color]

Walking towards the source of his surprise, he looked at her for a minute, his helmet giving none of his facial expressions away.

[color=ee82ee]"So, what can you do? I dont see many ships around here. Or did you manage to put yours on wheels?"[/color] He smirked. Looking at the other two, he laughed. [color=ee82ee]"And your crew includes someone who does with paint what decomposition will do better, and...someone relatively normal and cheerful looking. Figures..."[/color]

With this, he pulled his helmet off. With a bunch of strange people here, this couldn't be anything but real. Plus, he felt that his helmet was making him look foolish.