"I'll stay here for another hour." says Dominique stuffing the pistol into the back of her pants.

"Also...you wouldn't happen to have an extra set of clothes? Would you? Even if they are a larger size than I have on?"

"Yes, of coarse" he went over to a box in the corner, and opened, he pulled out, some clothes, and hanged them to you.

"You can stay here as long as you need or want to, I have no problem with that. But -" he was cut off by a phone ringing, he went over and picked it up

"Hello"

"Oh good, they found it, excellent, and the rake? No, OK thanks"

He hung up the phone, and turned to you

"Well all went perfectly, the truck arrived safely at the safe house, and the military found the car, with the fake rebel, in it, now onto more serious matters, what to do with you know about this, as nice as i am, any threat to the security of the rebellion, is one I take very seriously"

Is it too late to submit a character sheet? I like where this is going.

"Well I'm glad they made it. Past the armored blockades I don't know."

*heads back upstairs after changing clothes and stuffing the others in the bag*

"I have head home now, so...thanks for saving my ass. Oh and..."

*places pistol in table*

"I believe that belongs to you" says Dominique as she heads out of the door and makes her way home.

"Be careful, and if you ever want to join just contact me again" said Jack as you went out the door.

You reach your house safely, with out any hindrances.

*makes a bowl of instant noodles and turns on television*

* *'if you ever want to join just contact me'* *

* "Should I? Hell, they found my flashlight and it's only going to be a matter of time before they analyze it and find out that I was involved." *

"*sigh* You always find a way getting yourself in trouble don't you?"

I sure hope this gets accepted...

BakaSmurf:
I sure hope this gets accepted...

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Ok, Bakasmurf aka, Mr. Price, You are in the industrial sector, looking for a guy by the name of Hector, he is well knowen in the underworld for knowing almost everything there is to know about anything, you gamebled that its your best bet, if your ever going to find out why your hometown was attacked.

Suiseiseki IRL:

Well since Bakasmurf did it...

Ok it 5PM and there is a knock on your door.

"Head to the industial sector, there will be a homeless man wearing a striped leather jacket, approach him and say the keyword 'piglet', he will respond by tapping his finger on the ground, ask for a man by the name of Hector, he will know the answer to your question."

Joseph looked over the note again, he was still skeptical, who the hell could have known who he was? He hadn't spoken to anyone, and he sure as hell didn't say anything about his hometown to anybody...

"I don't like this..." Joseph thought to himself, "But if there's someone that can tell me why those Kelinkov bastards attacked my hometown, I guess I'll just have to risk it..."

Joseph folded up the paper and put it in his jacket pocket. "Wouldn't be a very good idea to just leave this lying around..."

It didn't take long for Joseph to find the homeless man, he was eldery and had a beard that almost reached his waist, he was sitting against a brick wall in a dirty alleyway.

Joseph approached the man and stopped about a metre away from him, the man looked up at Joseph without saying a word.

Joseph cleared his throat before uttering the keyword, so as not to draw the attention of passerbys.

"Piglet."

The homeless man coughed tapping his finger on the ground.
"Spurr some change?" he weezed

"Hm, guess I found the right guy." Joseph thought to himself.

"Sure, here's a $20, would you happen to know where I could find a... Hector?"

"God bless you sir, if you like coffee there a place on alexander cort that makes a good cup" he said, with a wink.

Suiseiseki IRL:

OCC

"Not a problem, you know, I have been in the mood for a little caffiene lately..."

Joseph grinned at the man, then he was on his way.

"Well, now I know where Hector is, I guess I'll find out who he is when I get there."

Joseph walked towards the coffee shop the man pointed him towards, scanning the place through the window before heading in. "Seems safe enough, and I've got my switchblade if things get ugly..."

Joseph opened the door and stepped in, the patrons didn't so much as flinch when he entered, obviously they were accustomed to stangers coming in, maybe Joseph wasn't the first to come see Hector? Not sure of what exactly he should do, Joseph approached the clerk, she was a teenager, probably younger than him, unlike the rest of the coffee shop she seemed quite surprised to see him.

"Hey, would you happen to know a... Erm... Hector...?" Joseph trailed off when he started to realize that this girl really was young, she couldn't have been more than 14 years old, there was no way she could be a resistance member... "Maybe I should have thought this through before I just started asking people for Hector..."

"Maybe, im not sure" she said waiting for somthing, "Is there anything I can get you?

"Crap, I hope I didn't screw up my chances of talking to Hector..."

"Uh... Yeah, I'll have a small coffee, thank you."

The girl handed Joseph the coffee and he handed her the $2.50 it cost. "Damn wartime inflation... Uh, is there anywhere I should sit in particular...?"

Joseph waited for the girl's response, she was staring at him from behind her long black hair...

"Beside the picture of the pig" she said, she looks as if she is wait for you to say somthing.

"The pig... Oh... "

"Okay, I get it"

"You sure that's a pig? It looks more like a... piglet, to me."

Joseph waited for the girl's response, hoping he got it right.

"Yes its a pig, I'm sure you'll find what your looking for" said the girl.

*Well well, I suppose looks can be decieving...*

"Thank you, maybe we'll do business with each other later..." Joseph nodded to the girl before heading off to the table, he brushed his jet black hair out of his eyes after sitting down.

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*...I wonder where this 'Hector' is, I've been sitting here a good ten minutes...* Joseph was starting to get restless, *Is this guy gonna show up or not? I don't have all damn night!*

Joseph glanced over at the black-haired teen, she wasn't standing at the counter anymore... Maybe she went in the back for something?

Actually, Joseph started to notice that the crowd of people was starting to thin out, maybe it was near the shop's closing time?

*...I don't like this... Nah, I'm just being paranoid again, he'll show up for sure... But just in case...* Joseph discreetly pulled his switchblade out of his back pocket and slipped it up his sleeve... *You can never be too careful...*

A man suddenly apeard and pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Hello Joseph, I am Hector" Said the man, he was in a suit with a bowler hat on and deep brown eyes, he had a cold crow like face, but there was an aura around him somthing made you want to trust this guy.

"Before you ask me what you want tot know, I would kindly ask for you to take the sitchblade out of your sleve"

"...How the..." Joseph was amazed, how the hell did this guy see Joseph slip his switchblade into his sleeve? He was sure he'd done it from an angle that nobody in the shop could have seen...

Joseph glanced back at the girl, she was back at the counter, and was writing something on a notepad, she didn't seem to pay any mind to what few of the shop's patron's remained, Joseph included.

Joseph glanced back at the man that claimed to be Hector, he was staring intently at Joseph.

"Wha- Oh..." Joseph pulled the switchblade out of his sleeve and tucked it back into his pocket. "Sorry..."

Joseph looked at the man who was staring expectantly at Joseph. *...Oh shit, that's right, the question!*

*Hm...* Joseph cleared his throat. "Okay, first off-" He started, "I'd like to know how you know who I am, I haven't spoken to anyone apart from those school girls that constantly come to the bakery and harass me with questions about why I don't go to school, and I haven't told them anything either, secondly, just who the hell are you?"

"I knew your father, and I knew, what happen to your town. as for the blade, well while you were focused on try to not let anyone see you I walked up, as for who I am, that not improtian right now, whats improtian is what you want from me" said calmly and coolly, a very faint smile on his face.

Joseph was thorougly confused, knew my father? How? I've never seen this guy before...

*Whatever, it's not important, he knows why they attacked my hometown and caused the death of my family.*

"Why did it happen? Why did those bastards attack my defenseless hometown!?" Joseph asked very loudly and suddenly. Hector seemed startled at Joseph's sudden outburst, but regained his composure quickly.

Hector furrowed his brow and closed his eyes for a moment, as though he was trying to recall some lost memory.

*I'll finally know why they did it... I'll finally know why those bastards took everything from me...*

"They attacked your home town, for reasons I've been trying to find out myself, I don't know yet, but I do know a way of finding out. . . meet me at this address tomorrow, and you will see what has to be done" said Hector. He got up from the table, and bid fare well, and left the building.

*Dammit! I thought that he'd be able to tell me outright why my hometown was attacked... Bah, at least he's trying to help...*

Joseph looked at the napkin that Hector had scrawled on before leaving, he crumpled it up for some reason that Joseph couldn't fathom, *This place is friendly towards the resistance, isn't it? Why would he need to crumple it?*

Either way, Joseph had made contact with the resistance and was scheduled to meet one of them again, so he was one step closer to joining them, one step closer to destroying the nation of Kelinkov and avenging his parents and brother's deaths, as well as his sister's mauling...

"Oh shit!" Joseph looked out the window and realized how dark it was getting, which ment that the cerfew would come into effect soon! If he didn't get home fast he'd be in a whole pile of shit!

Joseph grabbed the crumpled napkin and stuffed it into his pants pocket before slamming back his (now cold) coffee, bolting out the door and towards the bakery. "Shit shit shit shit SHIT!"

Joseph glanced at a clock as he ran by a closed store, *Dammit! I'm not gonna make it in time! The Kelinkov military is going to start it's patrols in less than 2 minutes! What the hell am I going to do!?*

I regret to inform you that I will not be contiuneing this RP, the person who inspired me to make it and started to help me make it, has pass away, I feel to deep of a conection to him and the RP, I regret any incovinece that I have caused you guys.