(I'll be starting as 115)

The biological weapon of mass destruction walked out of a warehouse when it was dark out, covered in blood. The demons eyes were hidden under dark sunglasses, a psychopathic like grin across his face. Inside the warehouse were the disemboweled victims of those who were hunting him just moments ago, proud hunters now laying dead, filling the air with a horrible stench. The tool of Armageddon then walked up a 90 degree angle wall and onto a large building rooftop, glaring down at the bright city below with that insane grin across his face; this thrill of war still burning deep inside the monster.

The sound of a plane engine could be heard flying over the city. The large plane's back door slowly lowered down as it flew over the area,the large door slowly coming to a stop as the wind almost sucked everything out of the back. There stood a lone figure,dressed in black priest robes,a long black trench coat,black heavy combat boots,a long white scarf hanging over his shoulders with a red cross on each end,and white gloves with red crosses on them. Ready to deploy... Situation C,default combat mode activated. The cyborgs heavy boot steps were drowned out by the high winds sucking in at the back of the plane,there lone figure stood,his night vision piercing the dark as it scanned the area below.

The cyborg had on a parachute,but he hated using them. He took another step forward and leaned forward as he dropped from the plane. He fell face first toward the warehouse district,the plane closed the door behind him as he fell. Michel's facial expression didn't change,he knew no fear. While the cyborg flew down closer to the warehouse he spotted a figure on the roof of a building close by as the killing bot pulled the cord of the parachute. It flew open and slowed his fall until he was about 50 feet from the roof,then cut the chute loose. Target Spotted... Staying at Situation C,Situation B on stand by. The cyborg said out loud as he fell toward the roof beside the one his target was on,pulling out both his Beretta while he did. He landed in a crouched position on the roof,the solid floor beneath him cracking all around his boots,then he stood up.

115 glared back at Michel. "I don't gave time for your pathetic games... you won't even get the chance." He jumped off the roof and went into a dive towards the ground, suddenly flipping onto so he lands on his feet, the force from the impact making a shock wave. 115 started to run off down the street, dodging traffic as each step he made left a small dent in the ground. He had no time to play these games with the Iscariot, even less so when he had to find those who created him and kill them all. These men were the worst as they come, 115 was not the truly evil one in this matter, but its not like anyone would believe him.

The Iscariot killing machine turned to face the man while his priest robes and trench coat blew in the wind,he ignored what the man said and ran after him,jumping off the roof he hand landed on,onto a second roof of a warehouse right beside it and continued to run in the same direction of the man,hopping from one roof to the other as he followed the man,leaving heavy dents in the roofs of the warehouses,the roof he landed on when he jumped out of the plane was,most likely,a registration room to sign up to be able to use the storage areas,the concrete roof was much harder then the roofs of the warehouses. Target is fleeing... Switching to combat mode. Michel suddenly planted one heavy boot down on the roof and lunged forward,jumping off the roof toward the street that 115 was running down,he brought his handguns forward as he fell toward the street,feet first,and pulled back the trigger many times,sending multiple bullets flying down the street toward the man,his targeting system locking onto the back of the mans knees,it wasn't that hard to target either,he was running in a straight line,kinda,while he was dodging cars. Aside from the cars,it was a clear shot,almost..

115 turned and pulled out an extremely large black revolver, firing once before jumping off the bridge and diving into the large body of water below the twin tower bridge. He figured that if a machine such as Michel would have more a problem under the water, but even more so, it was an advantage to 115. He swam under the bridge then jumped out of the water, running on the surface of the water now and up the wall, he then turned and jumped upward, grabbing a piece of railing underneath and wrapped himself around it to prevent himself from falling. Surely at how late into the night it was, he would be difficult to spot, and in the event of heat signatures, the heat from the cars above would be able to make him camouflage in with the rest of the bridge.