In Memory Of... (T/ NoPm)

Name: Jack Spiro
Age: 20
Job: assassin, spy, tech repair
Sex: male
Apperance: Long black hair with red highlights, his hair is tyed intop a short ponytail in the back with only the ends sticking out in random directions. He wears circular black sun glasses that cannot cover all of his eyes. He wears a zipped up black hoody with a patch sown on the back with a picture of a bar code and a twisted smily face. He wears green cargo camouflage pants that fall over his heavy steel toed boots.
In battle he wears a gas mask, heavy webbing with multiple knifes hidden on it, a black sleeveless shirt with a dark green camouflage sleeves. He wears the same green camouflage pants but they are tucked into his boots.
Jack stands at 6 feet and has light green eyes.
Background/History: Jack was born on Earth and lived a boring life of school and responsibly but as he grew a will of his own and had his own ideas he decided to leave earth deciding that a global tyranny wasn't a good idea.
At the cost of his family and his old life, he moved to the moon where he soon meet the rebellous leader Abia and a girl named Mercedes. They brought him into the rebellion, wher ehe became a skilled assassin most proficient with sniper rifle and pistol. He can also use multiple different weapons.
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This message was edited by servent of the god on Jun 02 2006.

Jack sat in silent rage. How could she do that? What gave her the right? The only thougth's that went though his mind. His anger was boiling as Alex left.
As the door closed, Jack stood. A plan was forming in his mind, he would have to act on impuse to decide if he was going to use it though.
Walking into his tech room he gathered the weapons he needed; smoke grenades seven of them, three fragmention grenades, Two silenced .45 colt handguns with extended barrels, a single magnum, a combat knife, and an m249 saw. Jack placed them into his suitcase along with a magnectic wave disruptor (messes with images produced by xrays, his own invention). Grabbing a false guard uniform Jack prepared to leave.
His body was working the way it always did before a mission, but his mind was in another place it was feeding his anger. As he placed his usual uniform into a second suitcase, both of them metal and with locks on them a light silver colour.
Jack walked out the door his feet moving mechanically, he closed the door almost forgetting to lock the door and was of...
Jack watched silently in the shadows, his appearance had changed thanks to his makeup. His hair was now a dirty blond colour and hi face appeared much older and was slightly tan. He was wearing the basic sun glasses of a normal bodyguard he looked like an old SWAT member.
His weapons where carefully placed and hidden in his room in the hotel. Mercades was talking to a man nicknamed Rhyno, Jack didn't care for his real name. Jack knew who this man was, and was now having second thoughts about entering the conferance room. Of corse he dismissed them deciding that he might as well gather some information while here. Jack remained completely still, he was to watch over Mercades and she hadn't noticed him yet so he was doing his job for now.

Jack looked calmly through the scope. His breath held as he waited for the perfect oppertunity. He would get rid of the driver first no need for them to escape.
He had gathered a sniper rifle from the camp he wasnt sure what kind but it should still work. As his ears rang and his arms moved back from the backfire. The glass falling from the window shattering as they hit the ground. The first shot.
Anger seemed to cloud his judgement. As the two turned to look at the damage, Jack threw a gas grenade. They didnt hear it hitting the ground and by the time they had realised it, Jack was already coming at them.
His first objective was to get Mercedes, he would question her. Jack wasn't sure, about anything right now but wasn't fully convinced that Mercedes was a traitor.
But what if she wasn't? It would mess up Mercedes mission and reveal her as an enemy.
Jack stopped, the thick current of gas. Stopped them from seeing they where taking cover in a near by alley way.
Jack would have to wait. Jack placed the knife back in the webbing and began running back hopefully they wouldn't notice him and just go back.
His anger was making Jack careless, Jack could easily be caught now. His mission failed, and ending with his exuction.
Jack swore under his breath. his feet moving soundless now through the dark alley. His sniper rifle set up at the end of the long pathway. Jack turned and placed his back againt the wall, the darkness of the alley hiding his pressance.
Of corse they'd come. He had to be ready.
He may have to kill them both now. Something he didn't want to do. He had been too headstrong and now he'd have to pay for it. Jack swore again as he readied his arm.

Jack stood silently, watching from the sidelines. He could simply walk away from this. All of this, come out unscrached. He could do alot of things but in a moment of rash descioning he set his heart on helping them. Although he didn't trust Dakota in the least, he would listen to him for now.
Although he wasn't sure what he could do, Jack simply guessed he could help with a final attack.
"I would like to help..."
His voice still muffled and distorted by the mask Jack wondered if he should take it of now. Jack's hand was still help hidden in his vest ready to strike if needed he was still nervous about Lothlin, there had to be some reason these men feared her although he didn't have much to fear.
ALthoguh his mind was still on how useful he could be for Dakota would probably ask him what he could do.

Jack moved silently, and swiftly. Although it was hard not to be seen in a battlefield in the middle of the day.
His silenced pistol had been his best friend. Barely getting close enough to do any damage with the blade.
He was heading for the medic tent, he had a bullet wound to the shoulder although he had taken out the bullet he had made the wound bigger with the knife.
There was a medic soldier patching up another man, in the tent, Jack moved swiftly to the other side. His knife cut through ths side swiftly. As he crawled under the beds the man unthinking that someone would jut sneak in.
Clenching the knife Jack moved underneath the mans bed, the medic had his back turned, as Jack placed the knife through the thin fabric and into the back of the mans head. Although he wasn't sure if it was the spinal collum he hadn't made a sound.
Rolling out from underneath Jack ran up behind the doctor grabbing him by the back of the neck knife above the temple. Jack stopped caring about the information awhile ago and turned the blade sideways landing a blow to the temple the man feel quickly uncontious.
Jack began working with the supplies first disinfecting it than wrapping the wound in bandages. His shirt covered the wound so it was unapparent.
Jack smiled as he looked across the way, although it wasn't apparent behind the gas mask. No one guarding the weapons hold and it was open after their last raid.
Jack had left his sniper rifle back in the alley, he remembered seeing a few others in there.
He walked quickly, but more nosiely than he wanted alerting anyone who could have been in the weapons room.
It was more of a shed he thougth as he opend the door cold steel walls lined with weapons most of the shelves broken the weapons reamining wheren't clean and hadn't been used in awhile but it'd do he'd clean it later.
Grabbing the old AMP TS DSR-1, how he remembered the whole name was beyound him. The rilfe was alot heavier than his last one, it slowed him down quiet abit but he quickly came back to the base.
Solider's guarded the doors.
"Could these be reinforcment's from C.O.N., or Dakota's men?"
Jack whispered to himself as he walked up to the man silently gun pointed towards the guard.
"You with Dakota?"
The man looked surprised and was about to point the gun but realised the second he did he'd be shot.
"Yes,"
Jack nodded, and walked into the room. The man made no reaction, guessing it was Jack because of the sniper rifle strapped to his back.
Jack continued to walk instinctivly towards where the others where as he moved past the last door. He came to a room with Dakota and some others, but no Mercades.
"Where'd she go?"