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(That's awesome.)

T didn't exactly get what Mach was saying. Sticking out wasn't something he was familiar with at all.
"Sooo...?"

Mach rolled his eyes. "Okay...What I'm saying is, your clothes are too obvious. You look like a hitman or something." He looked at a fire escape on one of the buildings in the alley. "Hey, give me a boost up." He ran to it.

"I'm guessing anyone in uniform's a target, too." Monica said.

Mach made some feeble attempts at reaching the ladder. "Yep!" He shouted.

T decided to help him up to the ladder.
"Let's keep a lookout." He said to Monica. "We don't want people revealing us to the public."

Mach climbed up the ladder, then leaned over. "Hey, you have a knife or a lockpick or something?"

T took the knife out from his pocket, grabbing the blade himself and handing it up to him.
"Don't lose it."

Monica nodded to T, keeping Siggautr at the ready.

Mach stuck the blade inside of the lock and began wiggling it around, having no idea what he was doing. Eventually it cracked open, and the rest of the ladder fell to the group below. "Heads up." he warned.

T watched as the ladder dropped down in front of him. He turned to Monica, standing aside.
"Ladies first." He felt it was essential to keep his manners. Even if everything had gone bottoms up.

"Well, at least something's still right with the world." Monica smiled a bit, beginning to climb up the ladder.

Mach began running up the rest of the escape, passing by a window full of staring kids. He reached the top, grabbed onto a ledge and pulled himself up. "Alright, let's take a look to see if it's still bad..."

Mach jogged to the ledge, stopped in his tracks and stared. He said nothing.

T climbed up after, keeping his cool. He walked over to Mach, wondering what the silence was about until he took a look for himself.
"..."

Several Riot Troops had been dispatched to the crowd...instead of just yelling, screaming, and vandalizing, now it was an all out war. The civilians against the law.

But however, instead of making a line and attempting to simply reason with them...they brutally beat them. The horrible sound of a steel baton smashing into flesh and bone echoed, along with the screams and shouts.

Mach looked away. "What is happening to this city?!" He grabbed his ears and pretty much threatened to pull them off, yelling in frustration.

Monica had her hands over her mouth, both in shock and disbelief... these were the people she once fought to protect... she couldn't believe what was happening.

Mach quickly reached inside his jacket, but hesitated. He sighed, taking it out. "There's nothing we can do. Let's just...get the hell out of here and think of...something, I guess." He walked to the other side of the roof, looking down.

T let the sounds and the violence sink in... he could keep calm. But this was only one nail in the coffin for him. Any more violence would start breaking him. His eyes looked at certain aspects of the fight. All the chaos. All the brutality.

Mach turned. "Come on!" He shouted, not in impatience...but anger. It was best to go with him...

Or of course, you could help the people below....they did need you.

"Dammit, I said come on!" Mach hissed.

Your choice.

Bumpity.

Monica shook her head... she was obligated to protect the innocent. Not just as part of her job, but because her moral values demanded it as well.
"...You two go on. I've got business to take care of." Monica said, walking to the edge and about to jump down to the street.

Mach groaned in frustration. "Ugh, FORGET IT!" He jumped down after her, landing with a roll.

The war between the civilians and riot troops intensified, and several of cops pulled out guns. "Rubber bullets, they only hurt, they don't-"

One of the troops, a private, simply walked up to a kneeling rioter...The innocent man looked up. The private emptied several rounds into the man, reloaded, and walked away.

Mach stared in disbelief. He began running foward with a roar of madness, and tackled the private. Mach began brutally beating him into submission. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled.

Monica sprinted forward, summoning Siggautr to her hands... she put herself between the "police" and the civilians, twirling her pistols, aiming both at the troops.

Several of them noticed Monica, and nonchalantly aimed at her. "Gun down. NOW." One of them shouted. He seemed to be the leader.

"..." Monica said nothing. She simply jumped toward the trooper closest to her, firing downward at him. "Engaging."

Several of them began firing back, but most of the troops simply ran away. The captain cursed, and began slowly backing away and firing several rounds from a revolver.