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Kenneth Moss
 Ally: standard (rank 1)
“No, no I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this.”
He rose up from his seat turning to open the door. At the click of the door knob he could feel the syringe puncturing the skin of his neck. Almost immediately his sight became blurred as he stumbled out the door holding onto his neck. Simon stood at the door of the room as he watched Kenneth fumble down the hall. As he stood there wiping down the syringe a voice boomed from the intercom in the conference room.
“Rockefeller! You’re allowing him to escape. After him!”
“No worries. I injected him with the sedative. He won’t make it to the elevators.”
“Excellent. Once captured recommence project MK-ULTRA. This one must not stray away.”
Kenneth could feel himself growing groggy. The sedative was spreading through his body and taking effect quickly. He turned the corner and leaned his back against the wall while reaching deep into his pocket and pulling out the pill Joey gave him earlier. He recalled Joey’s words as he dry swallowed the pill and then placed his hand on the wall to help him walk to the elevators. He could then here Joey’s voice in the distance. He was yelling. He was questioning Simon on what happened to him. After that was a gun shot. Kenneth hastened his pace by rapidly pushing the elevator button. The elevator door slowly opened revealing a masked man in a trench coat and leather gloves.
“Get in!” The masked man yelled as he pulled Ken into the elevator and slammed the elevator button.
“Who the hell are you!?” Kenneth said stumbling into the elevator.
“Call me the reinforcements.” He said pulling an M9 out of his coat.
“You gotta be f*ckin’ kidding me.”
The elevator stopped.
“What happened?” Kenneth said beginning to panic.
“Calm down and get on your hands and knees.”
“What? Why?!” Kenneth snapped back.
Without another word he pushed Kenneth to the ground using his back as a step ladder to remove the panel on the roof of the elevator. He pulled himself through and then lifted Kenneth up behind him.
“I hope you were good in gym superstar.” He said as he climbed up the metal cables that held the elevator in suspension.
“What the hell is going on here?” He said as he followed.
“All in due time.”
He climbed until he reached a ventilation grate and kicked it in leaping from the metal cables. Kenneth watched in astonishment from below.
“Are you serious? I can’t do that!”
“Jump or die.”
He could hear the elevator revive and begin its ascend up the higher floors. With a leap of fate he jumped off the cables and into the ventilation.
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They both crawled through the ventilation until they found another grate and kicked it out jumping to the floor.
“Come on. We’ll take the stairs.”
“Wait, I’m not going anywhere.” Kenneth said out of breath. “Who are you? Why are you wearing a mask? And why did I get stabbed in the neck with a needle?”
“Do you really need to talk about this now, or should we get away from the people trying to kill you first?”
Kenneth was unmoved as he breathed heavily.
“Listen this sh*t is deep. I can’t really explain now, so here’s the short version. They want you dead. Happy? Now, come on we have to take the stairs.”
“Who’s they?!”
“Them.”
The masked man didn’t wait to discuss it any further and sprinted to the stairs.
“But… It’s the 27th floor!” He exclaimed exhausted.
The masked man ignored him, and Kenneth reluctantly followed.
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Simon wiped his pistol clean of his finger prints as he looked over Joey’s limp body. The short man that once welcomed the now lifeless body returned to the scene as he lifted the gun from Simon’s hands.
“So another got away?” The short man flamboyantly asked.
“This one had help.” Simon snapped back. “The sedative should’ve dropped him at the elevators.”
He pulled a walkie-talkie from his jacket and handed it over.
“Call in the guards. Tell them Kenneth had a mental breakdown and shot his friend. His prints are on the glass on the table. They need to be on that gun before the authorities get here.” He said calmly.
The Mustang
 Vehicle: standard (rank 1)
Present time…
The two ran down the 27 flights of stairs and into the garage.
“Now how are we getting out of here?” Kenneth said with his hand on his knees.
“We’ll take my car.” He pressed a button on his keys and the Mustangs engine roared in the background.
They jumped in the car as a squad car drifted around the corner behind them. A speed chase commenced. The masked man swerved through the traffic attempting to shake the squad car off. While the masked man was busy avoiding the other cars and the numerous squad cars that now followed them. Kenneth’s eyes were fixed on the gun that now sat on the masked man’s lap. He grabbed it and held it against the drivers head.
“Who the hell are you?! Where are you taking me, and who the hell is them?!” Kenneth yelled aggravated.
“You sure do pick the worst times to play 21 questions.” He said swerving the car in and out of traffic. “For now, you can call me The Conspiracist. I’m the guy who just saved your ass from becoming an Illuminati mind puppet. Yea, you’re welcome. If you signed that piece of paper you would’ve been signing over your soul to them. Good thing you didn’t, or I wouldn’t have got paid. Thank you very much. Oh yea and the Angels might’ve been upset too.”
“Who’s the Angels?”
“Oh, them? We’ll be explaining that much later, but for now put that gun to use and shoot out those cops tires that’s trailin’ us.”
Bang Bang!
 Piercing Weapon: superior (rank 2)
- Ranged Attack
- Multi-Attack
Kenneth did as he was told and opened fire on the squad cars behind them until he got a shot on the driver. The shot went straight through the driver chest causing his head to collapse on the wheel. The car swerved into the other cars beside it before flipping through the air and crashing in the street causing a pile up. Kenneth sat back in his seat placing the gun on the dashboard.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going to a place where the group known as the Illuminati has little to no pull at all.”
“And where is this, exactly?”
“Khazan.”
Gotcha
 Marksman: standard (rank 1)
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