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The moon shone down over the still water of Jump City bay. The silver water seemed to direct the light up and illuminated the giant T that the cities resident heros lived in. The moon also gave enough light down at the docks for the final messenger of the chain to do is job. He cast nervous looks over at the symbol of justice, he was going to be in full view of the inhabitants should any of them bother to look out the window. Not that the tiny bit of writing he was going to do was the sort of crime that they'd do anything about. After all they had bigger fish to fry then one small time informant. He cracked his knuckles and causously opened the battered envelope. His fingers trembled slightly with nerves as he reached in and withdrew the single piece contained within it.

Cold steel pressed against his throat and a voice growled low and soft in his ear. He shook with raw primitive terror as the Wolf drew him farther back into the shadows of the ally. He couldn't move his entire body strangely parralized. The words, the whispered instructions that were being given to him by the faceless formless captor felt as though they were being burned into his mind. Then just as suddenly as he'd been captured he was freed and he spun around but the Wolf was gone. He put a hand to his throat and swallowed as he felt the paper cut fine marks that had been carved into his neck to fast and so soundless that he didn't remember them being put there. He'd heard enough rumours that he could actually picture what had been etched into his flesh. The faint paw print that marked him as the Wolfs property. He would never forget, nor would he disobey the one that had seen him fit to act as a messenger…

He swallowed and looked at the picture. The wolfs eye. The numbers on the bottom would symbolize the person who had sent it and the message that went with it. Slowly he walked forward to the brick wearhouse. He cast one last nervous glance over his shoulder then he took out the can of white spray paint and began the task of counting out the bricks and transferring the image in the picture to the wall before him. It had to be accurate in every detail so that the exact same message was passed on unaltered. He worked quickly and compotently, getting even the smallest details down from the size of the lines to the funny way some of the ends had been drawn. Finally he stepped back and looked at it. It was impressive and completely meaningless to him. He looked at the picture and made the comparisons once more then with one last touch up he replaced the can in his pocket and left. He had one last set of orders to complete now and he intended to get this down fast. He remembered the voice that had spoken over the phone to him only hours after the Wolf had left him and the deal that they had made. He was to send the picture to them now and he'd get double the price he'd resived for handling the picture in the first place.

The moon watched him leave passionlessly. It shone it's light down on the city and if the water reflected the light onto the wall as though acting like a spot light it was none of the moons concern.

"Frankie" that was all the envelope said and the agent lifted a brow curiously and opened it. Inside was nothing more then a battered picture with numbers scrawled on the bottom and a date on the back in a different set of hand writing. He smiled and his tanned face creased into a fatherly expression.

"All right kid, I'm impressed. Your system worked." the man pulled open a drawer and took out an identical picture. "It only took two days to cross a continent. Now lets see how quick your response is…" he placed both pictures back in the drawer and locked it after.

The teen moved stealthily through the streets, he was returning to the docks as he had every night since he had transferred the sign. This was to be his last one. His instructions had been clear. If the signs weren't there now, the fourth night then he was to draw a line though it in red paint and send the news onto the next carrier. He knew that it would travel down a different set of people till it reached the place that it had originated from and the person there would draw an identical mark over the original eye. The answer was pretty straight forward. "Not a chance" or "No" or "Go to hell in a hand basket limp dick" however the person who had made the first sign wanted to interpete it. He ducked along keeping to the shadows and finally he reached his destination. He jumped as he saw a shadow across from the wall move in the depths of the shadows cast by a single tree that still clung to the banks of the shore near the docks.

It was big and black and moved with a liquid grace that defied human knowledge. It had been laying in the shadows as though waiting for something. Slowly it stepped out and the teen froze as he started at it. There was no denying what he was seeing. It was a dog, massive and black. It's eyes glittered oddly in the moonlight and in it's mouth it held a blood red velvet sack. Slowly it walked up to the wall of the wearehouse and set it down almost reverently. It looked up and met the teens eyes and the teen found himself nodding as the thought crossed his dazzled mind. I got ya Wolf. This is the sign I was waiting for. The beast of a dog nodded and walked back into the shadows of the trees and vanished into the darkness. The boy left his own shadows and picked up the bag. It was light and the tag on it was computer typed it said simply. "open up". With shaking hands the teen did and pulled out a piece of paper with instructions typed onto it as well. He read them over then putting it back into the bag pulled the ebony cord drawstring tight and took off at a run towards his next destination. He knew where he had to go and he felt as though the hounds of hell chased him and strangely in his mind they all looked like the dog he'd just seen…

It was big and black and moved with a liquid grace that defied human knowledge. It had been laying in the shadows as though waiting for something. Slowly it stepped out and the teen froze as he started at it. There was no denying what he was seeing. It was a dog, massive and black. It's eyes glittered oddly in the moonlight and in it's mouth it held a blood red velvet sack. Slowly it walked up to the wall of the wearehouse and set it down almost reverently. It looked up and met the teens eyes and the teen found himself nodding as the thought crossed his dazzled mind. The beast of a dog nodded and walked back into the shadows of the trees and vanished into the darkness. The boy left his own shadows and picked up the bag. It was light and the tag on it was computer typed it said simply. "open up". With shaking hands the teen did and pulled out a piece of paper with instructions typed onto it as well. He read them over then putting it back into the bag pulled the ebony cord drawstring tight and took off at a run towards his next destination. He knew where he had to go and he felt as though the hounds of hell chased him and strangely in his mind they all looked like the dog he'd just seen…

In the upper branches of the tree a slender form sat and watched the retreating from of the messenger and then glanced back at the wall. It knew what the signs were. He may have been retired for four years but he remberered far to clearly. He knew what the dagger meant, Frank, always Frank. Of all the agents or people who were after me it always came down to Frank. I'd thought I'd finally escaped for good, I'm retiered damn it! But no, now Frankie Rameraz was going to bring up the sins of the past. A past I'd paid for, for far far to long already, he thought then glanced over his shoulder at the tower that dominated the island sitting out in the bay. There were no lights on but he felt uneasy sitting here for all the world to see of course this was the perfect spot for the sign to go. It was close enough to be easy for him to see it and it successfully hid the true location of his new home, his new identity. Now it was time he went back there. Frankie would find him now, sooner or later, either he'd contact him through the means that he'd sent in the bag or he'd use his own talents either way. His secret was dangerously close to becoming to someone elces knowledge.

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