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You were never in trouble, The goody miss two shoes herself! Well what the hell happens when your hunted down by the worst of the worst in New York?.. Sold out like it was nothing..
The prowler has a g...
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With in a heartbeat he zoomed out, Falling from the window of his home as he'd quickly tumble amongst the gravled ground, Getting up and running down the street in the shadows as he'd reach out his hand, Shooting a grapple hook with a metal instalment near the Zipline around the city, His feet off the ground as he took flight off the ledge of the building, The air waving around him as the Zipline stroked with the sound of speed, Weighing down making the momentum faster for him, He'd wobble but it didn't slow him down nor did he pay no mind, This is a job to do.. Nothing getting in the way of it, He'd then let go of the line, Flipping in the air across the city as the cars blared from below him, police sirens and old school music from the corner stores, as he slipped through, He'd let go of the zipping again his boots glowing a sharp purple as it aluminated from the bottom as it'd immediately stick to the side of the glass of the building as he ran on the side of the building, Flipping off sideways feeling his head spin gave him the slight excitement as he shot the grapple hook from his hand yet again, zipping through the city once more, Backflipping down as his claw would scrape on the sides grazing down as he'd flip back to the ground, Out of the fancy city the sick old cops weren't they didn't care of the people, that badge had no worth on there chest and they'd shoot through the innocents chest almost everyday anyways .. But there were good people. He'd always had a soft spot for the kids with misfortune, the old folks who be up and the nice ladies around who hold it down for the rest or even the genuinely good kids and teens helping out and learning something new to give back to there community, reminds him of his old times before being the prowler, The old times where he had it just a tough, but it slowed down as he got older the passions that he had and the happiness of his life slowed down. Going under cover from the world to pursue his persona or alter ego as the vigilante of the city.. but like what was said
This mission was different.
Flipping down to the cold ground yet again, He lunched off climbing through the short buildings and pipes of the other side of town to the address he was given to by his uncle, The man said where to go he'd follow what to do he'd do it, All for the safety of his mother and they were a duo, but the leader gets old in a way and it's time to pass it down right? That's what travels through his mind on his heists and missions, The air grew shallow from his parkour down to the address as he took deep breaths where he ran, Sliding under the last few of pipes as he'd tumble rolled down to the edge of the building where his purple laces dangles at the night sky, His gloved hands slowly stopped glowing as he put on his night vision on his mask scanning down in the inverted colored hue, The glowing glitching stopped when it connected and he was in. Scanning down as he found it..
