Uh.. hi. Well I took a bit longer on this chapter, but I have a good reason, I swear. I was um... busy with... exams! Yes, exams... That last for half a year... Awful excuses aside I present the next installment of my fic. Enjoy!
Also I'd like to thank coduss for cheering me on, I appreciate it! :D

Chapter 2: Tango Down

22:39

"Tango down," the uniformed man spoke into the radio on his shoulder, "terminated."

Alex silently stood up and gripped the black armour before he could react. Alex grunted as he tossed the man over his shoulder but was surprised to find that he managed to do so effortlessly. What surprised him more were the black tendrils that suddenly erupted from his body immediately after the act. The tendrils coiled around the man, probably piercing through his skin in the process, and broke down his body mass; he could tell because he could see and feel the tendrils absorb the mangled remains of the man and retract into Alex's own body.

What came next was excruciating pain. Alex hunched over and put his head into his hands. He cried out through gritted teeth as information assaulted his mind. Memories flooded Alex's head, like he was experiencing another life in mere seconds. It was over as soon as it had begun.

With his heightened senses, Alex could hear someone approach from behind. He turned around and as he did so the tendrils that had appeared not too long ago curled around his body once again, though it felt different this time. When the tendrils had merged with his skin, Alex looked to his hands and saw that his usual leather had been replaced by the black armour of the man who had just perished.

"Report!" Alex looked up sharply as the man practically shouted. "Where the fuck is the target?"

Judging by his tone, this man was a commanding officer. Alex swiftly grabbed a hold of the man's throat and squeezed. The writhing black mass of tendrils made another appearance; this time however, Alex had willed them out. They shot though the man held in Alex's grip and consumed him just like they did to the one Alex was currently disguised as. And just like before, Alex gained the memories of the soldier; although this time Alex was ready for it and got through it pain-free.

Alex now had time to sift through the memories after they had all been replayed to him. The militant force that was hunting him was called Blackwatch. And... there was something that was very important. They were going to apprehend Dana Mercer. His sister. Dana! He'll kill them! Alex seethed with anger. Of course they'd get to her; she was his sister.

Alex ran up the wall of the nearest building, leaving a trail of cracks in his wake, and headed to Dana's apartment. He would save her.

18:42

The teleportation device had taken him to a city. It was blindingly bright, more so than Vegas despite the barely setting sun. There were more buildings than D.C, all of which looked new, or at least newer.

Emile had to take a few minutes to lean against a wall and make a few gestures that consisted of squinting against the light and rubbing his eyes. After he had gotten used to the brightness he could then asses his surroundings. He was in an ally, away from prying eyes so luckily no one had seen him appear from thin air. Secondly the street held a steady stream of pedestrians, way too much for any city; and... were those cars? They were designed to be much sleeker than the few he had seen in the wastes. It didn't take much for Emile to decide that he was going to explore for a while before returning to the Think Tank.

Emile stepped out into the dizzying light of the street. He decided to follow the crowd for a while and map out his surroundings. As he did so, he managed to draw quite a lot of attention to himself, after all, a tall man in a gas mask, leather duster and riot armour with a gun in plain view didn't roam the streets very often. Despite this, most of the crowd kept their heads down and rushed to their respective destinations.

Emile considered asking someone in the crowd where he was, but deciding that it would only draw more attention to himself, asked the nicest looking person since he had also reasoned that he'd never see them again.

He picked out a young, friendly looking girl with short red hair that was drifting around the edges of the torrent of people. Emile removed his gas mask and gun and stored it in his Pip-Boy's storage. He then approached her from behind, looking nothing short of a creeper.

"Excuse me," Emile said. The girl turned around and looked up at him. "Could you possibly tell me where this is?"

The girl looked at Emile quizzically. "Well, you're in Manhattan, New York."

"New York..." Emile repeated. "Thanks, that's all I needed to know."

Emile turned around and started walking in the opposite direction when suddenly the girl shouted after him. "Wait!" Emile turned on his heel to face the girl. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

"Umm... amnesia, I must have hit my head..."

"Are you okay?" She asked, "Must have been a pretty hard hit if you forget what city you're in. Why not come to my apartment until you feel better? I can make coffee."

"Umm... sure," the courier replied. People here must've been very trusting to invite strange people into their homes; he knew some cases where homes had been raided by their guests, it didn't help that he was the perpetrator of many of these cases, but shhh... no one needs to know.

"Okay, cool! My name's Dana by the way," The girl said cheerily.

"Emile."

"Anyway, my apartment is this way, follow me," Dana said smiling. Emile could do nothing apart from follow awkwardly behind.

My social skills are screaming that's not what people do but they seem to do it where I live. Is it just 'cause I live in a posh area? The times I put are completely random so don't hold me on it. Same stuff about reviews as before, I appreciate most if not all. Don't hesitate to tell me if I got anything wrong.