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Adragorn had come from the Red Moon and went down into the sewers. He came from under the building, entering from a grate that was a door between the dark basement and the building itself.

He held his newly bought pistols in his hand as he entered the next floor. A few people eyed him, but they knew what he was here for. Vengeance. A man ran up to him, acting as if he knew what Adragorn was and how to deal with him.

He said, "Sir, you can't be in here. Elendir won't have it, you know the power he has. Tomorrow you'll probably be dead as soon as he hears that you even dared enter this place."

"I've escaped death many times, and this time, I intend to make sure that he does not."

As Adragorn tried to walk past, the man stayed in front of him, "This is your only warning. Out of my way." The man didn't budge, "No one comes in between me and the fulfillment of my vengeance." He stepped back and pointed his gun at the man's head. He fired. Blood sprayed from the entrance and exit of the bullet as the man fell dead. There was a gasp from the other workers, but most of them tried not to look. They knew where there business was.

The thief nodded, "I'm Fridgeir... from far north. My order calls me 'Fridgeir the Blue Rogue'." He took off the ring, putting it in his pocket and sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking out at the other buildings and grinned... there was a glint in his eyes, of all the unattended items out there at this moment. He shivered with a barely concealed glee. "All I know is, the people here are lucky you had me by the hand. They certainly had some lovely items around in there... and with a little searching, I bet I could find the perfect blackmail against someone..." All huge organizations had weak links, after all... and he had always been proud of his skills and ability to bring in money for his 'family'. His hair waved in the wind slightly, and he smiled... that same Cheshire cat smile.

Their conversation had been cut shor by the arrival of the helicopter. Nyssul crouched behind a half wall that seperated two sections of the roof. She watched the man burst out and yell toward it. She waited to see what would happen next.

Nyssul hadn't even realized she was no longer human. A large wolf was now what waited behind the wall. Out of place here maybe, but not as out of place as a small woman. The animal's eye glinted in the reflected light of the helicopter, but she seemed to remain unnoticed.

The wolf's head raised a bit over the wall watching all this. THey might rip the man's body in half. She wasn't sure how this kind of thing worked. And where had the theif jumped to? Why hadn't he just used the nifty ring of his?

She nodded in agreement. She had no idea why they were here, but she wasn't going to sit by and watch it happen. She lept over the wall, bonded toward the action and used the stranger a firing pad. Nyssul propelled herslef into the open side door of the helicopter and wrapped her teeth around the arm of the man sitting there. If the stranger wanted him, he'd have him. This way it would be fair, she thought. She dragged him out and pulled him back onto the roof with her.

(must go to bed. I'll be on tomorrow.)

Rope. A thief always has rope... however, Fridgeir decided on not using it... not like he could bring the man down from a helicopter. Still, would be rude of him to just sit there and watch... not to mention, he could expect a nice reward out of this. He walked over to the man who had taken off the mask, from behind. "Hi, there. Does this cloth smell like chloroform?" He held a cloth to the man's mouth, who struggled for a second and fell over.

The thief then knelt down, looking through the man's pockets for... He smiled. So predictable. The man had a handgun. He aimed it right up... not at the man in the cockpit, not at the man hanging... but at the helicopter's blade base. "I would suggest ducking, Nyssul... and I hope that our friend has the good sense to roll when he hits the ground." He fired a shot at the base... most likely causing the blades that kept the chopper aloft to fly off in a random direction.

...He did, though, feel guilt for having to make a mess of things.. wherever that helicopter blade's landing point is going to give someone a very bad day. But he felt more disgust in the man hanging from the chopper for making them clean up his mess. He'd be expecting a large fee for Fridgeir's services. After this, however, he did have the good sense to duck and cover his head. Sure, it didn't look badass... it was nice to look like a fool and live, though.