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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2016 13:12:12 GMT -8
(Not really meant to be replied to, just setting up my character a bit.
Tim sat at his desk in the lab. It was one in the morning. He'd been up all night, working on his suit. And it was finally ready.
He touched his cheek. He could feel where the tears had dried. The Blood Eagles had slaughtered his dad. And now he was going to slaughter them - and anyone else who got in his way.
He lent over and flicked a lever. The makeshift hospital bed that the suit lay on whirred as it rotated to an almost vertical position. He stepped into his costume and it closed automatically around him.
Cazador.
He'd chosen the name based on what his dad had called him when he was training him to shoot as a kid. Cazador pequeño. Little Hunter.
A grim smile spread across his face as he unlocked a drawer and pulled out a silenced pistol, tucking it into his belt. The hunter was ready to hunt.
He rolled up the window of the lab and climbed out. He was three stories up.
After tumbling for what seemed like hours, he smashed into the concrete. And yet he was completely unharmed.
It worked! The suit worked!
Lets go downtown, he thought, and ran off into the night.
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