A figure darted among the shadows, not wanting to be seen by anyone. It
climbed onto the back of the building, namely a car dealership, and
prepared to enter it. The long jacket flowed behind the figure as it moved
up the ladder, and then attached a rope to that very same ladder. The dark
body lowered itself into the building, quickly running into a shadow, as to
now be seen by anything. It ran to the main office and disabled the
security system, as if it were a mere toy. Soon after, the shadow was on
the hunt for keys, and located the one needed labeled "Acura NSX"
The car was a beautiful black, leather interior, a dream car for some, a target for eleven, who slipped into the shadows, and stole the car. Eleven drove it right out the front window of the dealership and then through the streets of Los Angeles, a city that eleven knew too well, losing the police with the sheer speed and skill of driving. Eleven pulled into an awaiting truck trailer and sat back to enjoy the ride out to the outskirts of LA.
"Eleven, you missed a car." One man yelled. Eleven scrawled something on a piece of paper, revealing a tattoo on the wrist. Eleven handed the piece of paper to the man. "Blow my whistle, Bitch." He read. "What do you take me for? An idiot?" He threw the paper back at eleven, and continued to speak. "Rage wants all the cars, that means the GTO." Eleven nodded and started to walk away. "We get it by tonight, or it's the end of eleven!" He smiled at the thought of killing off the elusive thief.
"Whatever you say." Eleven muttered, as to not be heard anyone
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Xander groggily walked off of the plan. He was to take a cab to 49 west end place, where he would receive more information on Maxine Blaire, a face that he seemed to recognize, but could not remember from where. The cab meandered through traffic, and then stopped in front of a small house. Xander stepped out and rang the bell, just as a small round woman opened the door to greet him as if he was her long lost son.
"Xander Cage?" A man spoke. Xander looked up to face a short Asian man. "I'm Agent Syn."
"Agent Sin, sounds like a good name." Xander laughed. "Okay, what was that about earlier?" Xander asked.
"There are a lot of gangs that keep an eye out for new prospects and you, my friend, are one of them." He smiled as he patted Xander on the back. "You will be meeting Maxine Blaire at one o' clock toady at the River car store, her place of work. I assume you know what to do from there" He nudged Xander and laughed.
The car was a beautiful black, leather interior, a dream car for some, a target for eleven, who slipped into the shadows, and stole the car. Eleven drove it right out the front window of the dealership and then through the streets of Los Angeles, a city that eleven knew too well, losing the police with the sheer speed and skill of driving. Eleven pulled into an awaiting truck trailer and sat back to enjoy the ride out to the outskirts of LA.
"Eleven, you missed a car." One man yelled. Eleven scrawled something on a piece of paper, revealing a tattoo on the wrist. Eleven handed the piece of paper to the man. "Blow my whistle, Bitch." He read. "What do you take me for? An idiot?" He threw the paper back at eleven, and continued to speak. "Rage wants all the cars, that means the GTO." Eleven nodded and started to walk away. "We get it by tonight, or it's the end of eleven!" He smiled at the thought of killing off the elusive thief.
"Whatever you say." Eleven muttered, as to not be heard anyone
[[[___]]]
Xander groggily walked off of the plan. He was to take a cab to 49 west end place, where he would receive more information on Maxine Blaire, a face that he seemed to recognize, but could not remember from where. The cab meandered through traffic, and then stopped in front of a small house. Xander stepped out and rang the bell, just as a small round woman opened the door to greet him as if he was her long lost son.
"Xander Cage?" A man spoke. Xander looked up to face a short Asian man. "I'm Agent Syn."
"Agent Sin, sounds like a good name." Xander laughed. "Okay, what was that about earlier?" Xander asked.
"There are a lot of gangs that keep an eye out for new prospects and you, my friend, are one of them." He smiled as he patted Xander on the back. "You will be meeting Maxine Blaire at one o' clock toady at the River car store, her place of work. I assume you know what to do from there" He nudged Xander and laughed.