[FFRP] The Black City...

[Zoey]

Caine cursed as he walked through the slaughter house. "Me and my great ideas..." he said before he found what appeared to be an office. He made his way there.

[Knight Errant]

"Thats right... I'm talkin to you. I'm U.S. Military, here to find out what has happened to this place... care to get over here and enlighten me?"

[Brnin8r]

Caine would get the distinct feeling that he was being watched as he made it to the office. Inside was empty of people but the office contained a desk with a few drawers in it, a filing cabinet, and an old-looking computer. A few pens and pencils and a stapler are scattered on the floor as well as a dozen sheets of paper detailing shipping schedules.

The figure simply stared at Jack. Jack would probably notice that in the wake of all the engines that were turning on, this person didn't create a heat signature. It lifted a hand and with a gnarled finger it beckoned him to come to it.

[Knight Errant]

"Nahh... I'm weirded out as hell, have a big gun, and the authority here. Unless you want something rather bad happening, you will get over here, take off that stupid mask, and tell me what the *bleep* is going on here."

[Brnin8r]

The figure lowered its hand and continued to trudge through the maze of cars. Almost all the engines were on now and more horns were sounding...making this an annoying place real fast.

[Knight Errant]

"... the hell with it."

He shoulders his gun with a clank, and starts walking back to his car. He wasnt getting paid enough for this...

[Brnin8r]

As soon as Jack started to backtrack the figure whirled back around to Julian and screeched. The scream was inaudible, that is until the horns of all the cars all of a sudden stopped...then it was crystal clear and painful to listen to. Once it's battle screech had finished, it leapt with unearthly speed along the tops of the cars on all fours at Jack.

[Knight Errant]

Half expecting something like this... he reacts swiftly. Whirling around and pointing the gun at the approaching figure, his barrels spin rapidly and begin hurling out shells at a absurd rate.

[Zoey]

After Caine entered the office he locked the door behind him, tring to keep his back to face the walls and not any posible openings. He tried starting up the computer.

[Brnin8r]

The figure, as it bound from car to car, was unimpeded by Jack's efforts for a good time. But just as the dramatic action was at its climax (the figure jumping from the last car to tackle Jack that is) it fell limp in the air and crashed to the floor in a heap of body and leaking blood. But that was all the time it needed. Jack might have noticed that from every car that had started up, another figure would stand. They all stared at Jack and pointed their finger at him and began to moan. Soon the loud bustling traffic jam sounded more like a haunted house.

The computer tries its damndest to start up, as if the hamsters inside hadn't run in their wheels for some time. The machine sputtered to life and the massive monitor lit up to show the Windows 95 startup screen. Once finished, the desktop displayed a few random shortcuts: Logs, Employee records, Shipping lists, etc

[Knight Errant]

His cybernetic eye revolves... sending out targeting lasers to point and paint every figure... as Jack decides a quite simple strategy.

Retreat... and kill them all.

He continues moving along the sidewalk towards where his car is... as he waits for movement. If any of them made a move for him they would be swiss cheese.

[Zoey]

Caine opens the file with the shipping lists.

[muffinstud]

A shadow creeps slowly over Caine. Things suddenly seem colder...meaner...

[Brnin8r]

The second Jack started to back away, each figure let out their own banshee wail and began a kamikaze charge toward him. Bounding over, under, and between cars the cloaked figures moved through the traffic jam like a rat swarm through piles of garbage toward their prey.

Cain would find, in the shipping lists, more useless information than none, but something was indeed curious toward the end. About two months before Addenvale fell off the map, all exports ceased and imports were bought out through the roof. It seemed as if someone was trying to get as many people here as possible.

[Knight Errant]

"... damn."

He opens up on the figures nearest... mowing them down as his gun chews through cloth, flesh, and car metal like butter.