The night is quiet; the streets are lit by the dim flickering of aging streetlights.  

There is no sound save one.  

His breathing is heavy and his combat boots hit the pavement heavily.  He has been running for what seems like days, trying to escape these two men.  He chuckles, he knows full well they aren’t men, but instead are some perversion of man and machine built for one sole purpose, his demise.  His breathing is heavy, blood flows freely from the slice on his shoulder, and bruises, scrapes, and lacerations litter his body.  Letting a Technocracy agent get to close to you is one of the worst things that you can do, aside from letting him catch you.

They aren’t far behind him, two men in black suits and black sun glasses.  They run without tiring, fight without mercy, and kill without remorse.  He must find some way to rid himself of these hunters.

Rounding the corner of an alley he dives for shadow, placing one hand on the cross that hangs around his chest he fixes his eyes on the corner he just rounded.  His prayer is angry, vengeful, and full of devious intent.  Mithras will hear his prayer, and the One will empower it.

Leveling his firearm he waits, words of that ancient prayer escaping his lips in a steady stream of righteous fury.  They will round the corner and be caught unaware.

They enter slow motion, every ounce of energy they exert is being converted to inertia, slowing them down, making them vulnerable.  
He aims his gun square between the eyes of the Agent on the right and fires.  He fires round after round until that familiar clicking sound resonates in the aftermath.  He reaches for his second clip as the formerly “living” agent is in slow-fall towards the ground, twelve rounds embedded in whatever it is he calls a brain.  His prayer will not last much longer.

As he slides in the second clip and primes his gun the second Agent breaks free.  The Agent has his weapon leveled, and pulls the trigger.  He feels it penetrate his shoulder, ripping at muscle and flesh.  This is not the first wound he’s endured, and it won’t be the last.  Gritting his teeth he aims his firearm at the Agent’s knees and fires.  The bullets find their mark as the Agent tumbles to the ground.

No longer hindered by pursuit he charges from the shadows and towards the Technocracy Agent.  The Agent is too slow as He launches himself into the Tek’s chest.  With his legs pinning the arms of the agent he grins and reaches forward and grasps the Agent on either side of its head.  The cross hanging around his neck is in full view, and he begins to sing a hymn of victory.  The Agent will not understand as his body slowly ceases to function, as organs shut down, as vision fades, as life ceases.  
He rights himself; the palms of his hands show signs of mild burns as do the side of the Agents face.  He must flee, he must find help.

A building across the street catches his attention, something about it feels right.

His maroon shirt hides most of the blood in this dark place.  The music is heavy and can be heard even outside the club.  The sign reads “Neon Burn” and there is a smaller man wearing a blue hat standing next to the front door.

He walks up to the man, he forces a normal gait as he approaches.  As his eyes glaze over he looks at the shorter man, the cross of the Celestial Chorus still plainly visible upon his blood soaked shirt, he has lost much blood.

“My name is Daniel…..help….”

He collapses on the steps and a small pool of blood begins to flow from the wound on his shoulder. Daniel is bruised, beaten, and broken.  Xian will notice the cross on his chest and call for help.

Xian is an odd little man with half asian features, a love of goggles, and a hair trigger temper.

'We aint no hospital bitch, dont be bleeding on my fucking steps!'

He reaches down and grabs the man by the shoulders, lifting him to, presumably give him a nice -this is sparta- kick right off the steps... But he stops when he spots the choristers cross.

He leans in close and plucks off his goggles for a closer look.

'Shit... hey, hey you.' He says, slapping Daniel in the face to rouse him.

'Im taking you to the hospital, and im taking your cross off, ok?'

Daniel will feel the hand on his shoulder, and the slap on his face.

He will blearily try to open his eyes at the sounds of the voice.  He is in shock, and is still losing blood.

Daniel will right himself with the help of Xian, and stagger with him as they make their way towards a vehicle.   Daniel doesn't notice his cross has been removed and blindly follows the voice helping him towards a car.

Using what little strength he has he mutters..

"thank you......"

Xian will see the thigh holsters, and the backpack, and the firearms, Daniel is making no attempt to hide them any longer.

Xian drives a small suped up import. and hes not about to let Daniel bleed all over it...

He will hastily remove the mans pack, weapons and cross. dropping them in his trunk. He will wrap the mans wound as best he can with a not so clean looking rag he found in the trunk.

Yay for infections, yay for clean upholstery.

'If you die im dumping you on the run...'

He warns daniel as he pushes him into the back seat and takes off, it will feel like a need for speed driving experience from Daniels blind seat... but they will be at the hospital far faster than aught to be possible...

Daniel watches as they pass the alleyway where the two MiB's lie dead, whether or not Xian notices them will depend on how fast he can look while driving.

Daniel is fading in and out of consciousness in the back seat of Xian's suped up import.  They will arrive in record time and Daniel will stagger with Xian into the ER.  

Daniel will catch some of whats said..."shot....found outside....dying..." before he fades again into unconsciousness onto a gurney that has quickly appeared behind him.

Daniel will watch as he's wheeled into the trama ward and out of sight.  

Xian will remain in the hospital, calling various other awakened about this as of yet unknown chorister... He calls Orphen, Gand, David and Draconis, not because hes concerned, but mostly because hed rather one of them deal with the newcomer...

(hey when you have a chance, can you copy your last post to a new thread in the suburbs hospital? then ill send some Npcs and hopefully pcs in to meet, beat, and interrogate.)