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Plenty of things to do in Times Square. Food, drink, watch performances.. One of the performers was a young man named Derek. A French guy who liked freerunning. For the small fee of three dollars, someone could request that he do a great feat like climb the side of a building or climb a lamp post to flip off of. He'd even done some freerun races earlier in the day, coming out on top four out of the five. It was late afternoon now, so the Frenchman was finishing up with simple little feats like walljumps (simple for him anyway) once he was done, he picked up his bag (full of tips and payment) and sat down on a bench to begin counting it.

"Quite interesting vhat you do, yah?" a man in a gasmask resembling a Renaissance plague mask sat next to him, an AUG slung over his shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the rest of the world as he stroked his pet fox, "I have proposition for you. You like to hear no?" he spoke with a think but not incomprehensible Russian accent.

Derek tilted his head. How strange. "I'm listening.." He was curious, but cautious. "As for what I do... It's honestly just a hobby. Gives me a little more money to work with each day." Derek's own accent was an odd mixture of French and German, he having learned both of the languages early in his life.

"I can make you much money. My question is zis: are you villing to vork for a crazy man?"

Derek just stared a moment before laughing. "Crazy man? Been there done that. How much money are we talking about? I'm not particularly greedy."

"I can make you enough money to buy finest mansion in Moscow," Doc assured him. His gas mask, gun and fox were making him receive many stares but he ignored it. "How do you feel about pulling off heist job? Your tallents would be very useful.

Derek thought of it. "Well.. Why climb the building when I can kill everyone before they can get to an alarm?" He slid a scalpel out of his sleeve, cutting into his own arm to demonstrate how his blood would writhe and twist into a long blade. "Coupled by my blood and limberness i can make mincemeat out of anyone trying to guard anything. It's more fun, though.. Sneaking is a lot more strategic."

"Zat is my job. I go in vith my gun blazing and you go and grab all zee money you can find."

Derek pursed his lips. "How about I take the money first, then you play Call of Duty: Bank at War?" He asked, crossing his legs. "I swear I won't run off with it. I have no reason to... I'll probably just bank the money anyway. "

"My plan is not for a bank. Zat vould be too easy, no? I plan to rob Empire State Building," if Doc wasn't wearing a gasmask, he would be smiling wickedly, "Every floor, every business."