All I can see is the high-rise buildings all lit up, its magical, the lights and glimmers, the way the headquarters illuminate.

Its a damp night, the japanese signs and buildings are dim and traditional looking, the street lamps give off a hue to the small alleyways. I run through the puddles, the helicopter flys above me.

I jump from building to building, the moon is full tonight.
I land at the top, neon signs glow around me.
Sunset appears and shines around me, the buildings become completely illuminated in sunlight, giving them an orange/yellow colour.


Walking down the cold path, the archways glow and the streetlamps are still on. I jump and fire, and all goes black, the smoke clears, all thats left are pieces of burnt metal on the ground.


From the highest rooftop i jump, falling freely, a moment of piece.
Landing perfectly, I aim my gun and shoot the men in sight.


The day dawns, as I walk along the pier in a black and grey catsuit, looking completely out of place, but all is quiet. The blue sky shines down on me, the buildings of crystal and glass shine and the water lights up.

I cast one last look at the beauty around me, and the birds and planes fly above me, i reload my gun, and grapple to the nearest building. I see my newest enemy, it seems as though it will never stop, all my fighting, but its my freedom and every last death is worth it.

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