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Distance_warrior@hotmail.com · 05-01-2011, 12:19 PM,

The sun set at about 4 o'clock where the Scraper Rats normally patrolled, falling behind the ridge of skyscrapers to create an orange glow above the packed streets. Sunset wouldn't come to the rest of Colorado for another 3 hours. The rats like to operate in this time of day people were out and the orange glow blinded people to what was happening in the darker areas of town. The rats were a type of street gang that popped up occasionally trademarked by extreme violent individuals with big ambitions, Generally anti-social youths who, lacking proper outlets, took to the streets intent to get as much money as fast as possible. Another characteristic of these gangs was there abrupt violent end normally only days after their formation.

The rats were different still violent but smarter. Their leader was Patrick Fitzwilliam and he alone knew when to play it smart. When provoked he was cold, ruthless, and mercy was never given. Tracking him among the packed streets had been the hardest thing Tracy Long had ever done but his fellows had given him away in the end. 'I knew you could pull it off' said Ethan as if sensing what she thought 'you've tracked people who were a lot more generic looking than him.' While it was true that he did have very standard libertonian features, that wasn't what made the chase hard. 'It's not his looks it's his demeanour unless he's provoked he doesn't cause a stir. Normally when you lose them you just wait for them to hassle someone but not this guy.'
'Ah now I see how you tracked that guy back in June the one with the reversible jacket and hood never thought of that. Well we gunna go make the arrest.'
'Sure'

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