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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 962744" data-attributes="member: 10680">industrial area off of the M6London, EnglandOctober 2002, around 9 PMTaylor doesn't see individual events, but patterns and elements. Things aren't only connected, but composed of a finite number of repeating elements. As he dashes away, he looks back to the car, seeing not the two men, but categories and types: Nemesis, thug.The driver immediately gets out of the car and starts a sprint chasing Taylor. Between blinks of an eye, the man has some sort of metal eye patch, emitting a thin beam of red light. A weapon springs from his sleeve into his hand, some kind of gun.Taylor looks ahead of him, to the exit of the parking lot and the small building next to it. It looks empty and calm, but things connect in his mind, and somehow he knows. Trouble.OoC: Taylor_______________________Leo's homeDenver, ColoradoSaturday 11:45 AM, October 2002Gus gulped down the hot coffee, looking better by the minute. He looked at the tv with a disapproving scowl. "Damn reporters, vulture scum. Big accomplishments vanish with a single accident. Sensationalists. Buh! Don't let 'em get to you, Leo..."Gus went back to the kitchen, pouring himself another cup. He talked from over there. "Do you think that he'll agree with just talking, or would he have you 'do' some more things? And where do you want me - should I keep out of sight, or do you want him to know that I'll be keeping an eye on ya?"Gus walked back into the living room, drained the mug in one and coughed because is had still been too hot.OoC: Leo</blockquote>

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