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Prince of Chula Vista (Zack)
« Jul 2, 2009 15:15:44 GMT -6 » 		Quote
The Prince of Chula Vista

"So this is the peak..."

Bishop said out loud, certain that no one could hear him from his vantage point. From the rooftop of the Patterson tower, the highest building in Chula Vista (a ten story office building), Bishop took a moment to take in the view, with his digital camera. This was part of his information gathering process, creating a physical map of Chula Vista. Though the ones he bought at a nearby gas store before arriving to town were accurate, they simply did not compare to what an actual physical image gave in terms of information. The little imperfections, the secret passages, the unseen routes, Mir was all recording it at that moment. Within mere seconds, the foreign environment of the suburban district became as familiar as his hometown; Chula Vista had a new prince. Once he was done recording the images, Mir slipped the camera into its pouch that was attached to his belt. Satisfied with his job, he turned back to head to the rooftop's only access point, the staircase door. As he advanced, he pulled out a baseball cap from his backpack and put it on his head, hiding his hair in the process, reverting back to the persona he used to get in the building in the first place: a simple travelling courier. Grinning, the Iranian made it past the door only to be surprised by a security guard looking at down the first flight of stairs.

"You! You're not supposed to be here!" The guard said as he reached for his walkie-talkie, ready to alarm the building about the presence of the intruder.

"And I won't be." Bishop said with a chuckle as he charged toward the guard, completely startling the security officer. The middle-aged man was expecting the brown man to collide into him, but instead Mir opted to grab hold of the side rail and leap over it onto the next flight of stairs, effortlessly by-passing his first obstacle of the day. Though he only realized it himself relatively late, Bishop's environment analysis skills were exceptionally well suited for the likes of Parkour. And this was a skill that he would have to make heavy use of today. As he rushed down the stairs, the shouts of the guard hit his ear as he was alerting every single person in the building of the Iranian's trespassing. "We have an intruder coming down the main stairs. Block all exits! Suspect is wearing a black baseball cap and appears to be a courier." Thanks for the heads up. Bishop thought to himself as he changed his escape route to adapt to this new reality. Remember the visual recordings he was busy doing a few seconds ago? Bishop was about to make use of it right now. Instead of selecting the ground floor exit, Mir preferred choosing the third floor's, bursting into the busy offices of a local insurance company. Sprinting down a narrow corridor between rows of cubicles, the young man made it to the windows. Pulling one open, he began climbing out of it as the confused employees got up and approached him from behind, wondering what was going on. This made the white haired man turn around for a second, take note of the small crowd, and smile. "That skirt looks wonderful on you" were the only words he said as he nodded politely to a fit-looking woman in her late-twenties before leaping out of the window... and onto the telephone pole he was expecting to await from him a mere three feet away. Grabbing the pillar of wood, the young man slipped off of it with a chuckle, only to fall on a youngster beneath him, almost crushing him had it not been for his relatively light weight. Not willing to waste time as he was expecting guards to come running after him, Bishop looked down on the lad as he got up, his features hidden by his cap, except for his trademark grin.

"I'm in a hurry, so I won't apologize." Bishop said, a playful smirk on his lips. "If you want to hear it, catch me! That is, if you can." With that challenge, Mir blitzed off, heading off to a small side alley where he was expecting to have to sidestep more than once with the potential hazard of random junk looming on the horizon.

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