OOC: I’m on! I was sort of off in my own little world…

Zaid sighed. “Nash I don’t think the problem is that we don’t trust you, well that at least is not my problem, but I think we want more clarification of why we are risking are lives for this,” Zaid motioned around the room. “We all know we hate the current government, but I am sort of confused that you said ‘ I just don’t thinks its a safe piece of knowledge’. Nothing that we do is safe!” Zaid said angrily moving in around in his seat to burn off some frustration. Secrets was something Zaid hated. In his old clan there was always secrets, even when he was leader and was supposed to ‘know all’. “All I want is the truth, or even a promise to the truth, just not some cliffhanger comment, so to speak.”

OOC: Sorry if I am a little off in anything above, I am tired.

“In a minute Isabelle,” he said, “There is a race stronger then the Psyons. They don’t want to be known, and I fear their intentions are not as good as the psyons make them sound, but–” he was suddenly cut off by his chest popping, a hole – nearly two inches wide – was now in his chest and blood paints the room. You barely notice the window shattering as he falls to his knees and coughs up blood.
Torey jumped to his feet, “NASH!!” he fell to Nash’s side.
“I’m.. sorry–” he coughed, before falling on the ground.
“NASH!!!” he screamed, turning his gaze to the window. He couldn’t see anyone. What the H*LL just happened!?

Alice ran over trying to think. He was shot, they need to get the bullet out. But with what? “Ummm in one have twisters?” she asked her voice shacking nervously as she looked at the blood wound in Nash chest. She had to save him, If she couldn’t save Pried then she would save her new leader.

“No! He cant’ be! THere has to be something we can do!” Isabelle cried. “He has to stay alive!” Tears sprung in her eyes. Without Nash, she’d never find her brother. Diego would never see her again. SHe couldn’t let that happen! SHe couldn’t let her new leader die! He was her lifeline. She wasn’t going to give that up.

Torey stood, tears streaming down his face. Nash may have hid things, but he was like Torey’s father. Torey clenched his fist, “I’ll kill them. I swear I will.” He walked over to the window, he was ready to jump out and go looking. Nash moved a little bit and snagged Torey’s foot and Torey jumped before dropping right back to him.
“An..os..” he coughed, his eyes rolled and his hand slid to his side. Torey bit his lip and gripped Nash’s jacket. He was gone…

• This reply was modified 108 days ago by  Jet-Kyo.

Zaid plastered on an indifferent face at the news. He would not break down into mourning. He knew things had to be done with or without their leader, but it would be a hell of alot more difficult without Nash. He walked over to the window in any hopes that maybe he could catch the killer even against what Allen said, but the effort was in vain. Slowly he turned back around. “What now?” He asked to no one in particular while looking down at Nash’s body, Torey, and the crying girl.

• This reply was modified 108 days ago by  Moose.
• This reply was modified 108 days ago by  Moose.

Torey took a deep breath, and sat down in his chair. “….We should bury him. I’m not letting him rot somewhere or be examined by the military. Not like we can give it to them anyway.. ” after a pause, “What.. what do you guys want to know? Not everything he said was a mystery, just alot. He said.. ‘Anos’ to me.. I’m not sure what it means..” he was shaking pretty badly, and felt like throwing up, but if the group stayed together they had to know everything Torey knew. granted, it wasn’t much more then them, but they still deserve to know.

Torey clenched his fist, “No. We do this now.” He had his mind set on Nash’s killer. Torey would track him across the planet if he had to.

“Torey, I don’t think revenge is the answer as of now. You will end up hurting yourself or worse,” Zaid wagered. “I remember an old saying in my clan, ‘Before you begin on the journey of revenge, dig two graves’. I think we need to pause and take a breather and think of a plan.”

Isabelle rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. “Alright.” She sighed deeply. “Do you… Need anyhing else?”

Allen had a meeting overnight, in a part of town where he knew no one would mess with him- he was a Thorn after all.
“Nash is dead.” Allen confirmed to his contact, “Did you do it?”
“No… Whoever did this slipped completely past us. Find them. It’s your job to help us win this after all.” Without a word, Allen left the building, heading back to the Thorns hideout, arriving just at sunrise. Torey was finishing up everything for Nash. It really was sad, because Allen had expected something more flashy. Nash wasn’t the kind of guy to just go out like that. Torey said something about questions, and Allen shook his head.
“I don’t need to know anything more than we’re going to find who did it Torey. I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

“..Sure..” Torey said, solemnly. They left the open part of the city and Torey purposefully began to walk threw enemy gang teritory. He was powerless at that moment, but any second now he’d be a techno-path. He could feel it. Which was great, since this gang used a lot of mechanical weaponry and things like that. He clenched his fists and kept moving forward.

((you guys just forget about this one…?))

Torey thoughtlessly pet Jay as he moved forward. A larger man stepped out of a doorway, “..The H*LL are you Thorns doin’ in r’ stretch Torey?”
Torey almost snickered, “What’s it to ya, Big Shot? I say today’s a good day to push you guys back.”
Big Shot snorted angrily at Torey’s comment, “Excuse me!? Little Torey’s gonna push ME!?” as he stepped fully into the street, his mechanical arm is fully visible. It shifts to have a blade in his elbow and some kind of beam canon on his palm. His left eye is clearly cybernetic. He is soon joined by his group, also a group of 5. Torey knew they had more in the area, but they only needed to take out Big Shot for anyone to listen to them.
“Bring it on, Tiny,” he said, putting his hand out. Big Shot screamed and charged him.

((just make up a guy to fight. typically they have techno-powers in this gang if you didn’t catch that. and remember that none of you know about Torey’s abilities ))

A tall, thin girl with coco skin imbed with pieces of iron charged at Alice. She steeped back narrowly avoiding getting smacked in the head with a metal fist. ‘Jay?’ The dog bound over crashing in to the girl as Alice bolted away. Better to live anther day then to kill a person right away.

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Bat said, throwing a flying kick at Big Shot’s face. Her kick was blocked, however, by a skinny boy of Big Shot’s crew. In another moment he was behind her, a plasma-gun aimed squarely at her temple. It was only Bat’s super-reflexes that allowed her to dodge the blast. Bat dropped to try and sweep the kid’s feet out from underneath, but he jumped away from her effortlessly.
“Speed vs. agility,” Bat said, regarding the gangster. The gun was attached to his forearm, and a variety of electro-blades were assorted for quick use on his other arm. She smiled. “This’ll be fun.”

((yeah but everyone else is “to lazy to post”. pisses me off. but w/e.))

((W/e you did overnight, funeral, we’re getting attacked by a tech power gang cuz Torey purposefully led the group there.))

“I’m not that stupid Torey!! I know that idiot Nash got killed yesterday!” he went to swing at Torey, seeing him stop, “The stupid B*stard deserved it!!!!” Torey stopped Big Shot’s hand short. Sparks crackled and wiring moved painfully threw Big Shot, who held back a yell, “What.. What’s happening!?”
Torey looked up at him, grabbing Big Shot’s hand and gripping as hard as he could, making the metal crunch. “What.. did you just call him?”
Big Shot laughed, “I called him a Bast–” his speach was cut off by him flying threw the air, crashing into the building behind them. Torey didn’t bother looking around, it didn’t matter who noticed any more. Two other member’s of Big Shot’s gang attacked Torey, both having robotic implant. They stopped short of him, and the power on them was either shut off or torn to bits. Torey slowly walked over to Big Shot, grabbing him by the shirt, “..What did you call him?” his voice sounded scarily dark, a huge contrast to Torey’s normally happy and laid back attitude.

The kid was fast and Bat was having trouble landing a hit. “What’s ‘a matter?” the punk taunted, suddenly behind her again. Bat swung her fist before she was even turned around, but already he was gone. “Can’t catch me?” Bat smiled. “It’s true, you’re much faster than I am, but-” she threw a punch to her left, right as the boy jumped to the spot. She caught him square in his chest, and sent him sprawling across the street. “-you’re too predictable.” She hopped over to the kid, and knelt over his unconscious body. “Shiney,” she said, and plucked the electro-blades from his wrist. Those might come in handy later.
Looking up, she saw Torey had Big Shot shot cornered. It had been stupid to initiate in the first place, but for now, it appeared this fight was over. “Come on, Torey,” she said, “leave it be.”