Glasgow - A month before the 7 hour war.Eli stands over one of the city's rooftops, the night's dark veil covering him from sight, holding his old scarecrow mask on his left hand. He appears to be looking down on a specific vehicle. One that's being escorted by 3 motorbikes. It appears to be the vehicle of an old arms-dealer, someone who had ,to say the least, under-estimated the Stalker's resolve.
He closes his eyes for a moment, his right hand going to a crucifix that's hanging losely from his neck, his fingers rubbing the silver cross lightly as he talks, seemingly praying to a certain patron of the christian religion.
"Lady of Monserrat... I ask for your help again..."He speaks to the patron of crimes, the patron of outlaws and murderers as he looks down again at the vehicle, which stops just at the entrance of the building he's standing on
"Once again i find myself about to commit horrible deeds... Horrible deeds for the greater good. I cannot ask for forgiveness, but i must ask for your favour...
Give my feet the swiftness they need to dodge their attacks
Give my hands the accuracy to strike at their hearts
Give my head the clarity to commit these deeds...
Give me the skill to become their worst nightmare.
Tonight, make me unstoppable."With that final phrase, he slips the mask on, strapping it tightly onto him. He walks towards the fire escape, walking over the bodies of the unconcious guards he took out just to get on the roof, preparing a small trap for anyone unfortunate enough to believe they can escape through it. He then slides down one of the building's pipes, opening a window on the side of the building and sneaking inside. The arms dealer's worst nightmare had entered the building.
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