It was begianing to get dark as Specter left Tarin's shop. He hadn't realized he had spent so much time with the median and thought it best to get back to the mansion. The chains of his trench coat began to clank together as he jogged down the path weaving its way through central partk when he ended up bumping into to somebody. "Watch where you go." Specter turned to look at the man he bumped into instantly taking notice that even in the failing light the man was wearing darkly tented sunglasses. Then Specter noticed the bag over then guys shoulder. Though it wasn't unusual for somebody to carry around a gym bag this one seemed oddly bulky, and the fact that the guy was wearing a pure black suit didn't put Specter in the mind of someone out for a stroll. "There is 'nough room for everyone. Stop Pigging path." Though he didn't understand why Specter could tell this guy ment trouble, but at that moment so did Specter. After all he had missed his daily work out, and was in the mood for a good scrap.

Spade was walking down the sidewalk, messenger bag slung over his shoulder and secured shut. He paused to light a cigarette and continued on, past a no-name shopped, labeled "Medium." He exhaled a jet of smoke and ashed on the ground, and as he did so a man walked out of the store and bumped into him, knocking the Djarum out of his mouth.

"Watch where you go."

And here Spade had been ready to write the whole thing off to the general disposition of New Yorkers. "I'd tell you the same, but it's been my experience that people have trouble listening to their own advice," he said caustically.

"There is 'nough room for everyone. Stop Pigging path."

He saw the look in this man's eye. Someone who was itching for a fight. There wasn't much you could do to avoid fights in this situation. And, more importantly, Spade had things to do this night. He took a moment to eye his surroundings. The street was mildly lit, and there were more than a few people walking around. He cracked his knuckles and bent to pick up his cigarette, not worried the man might attack, but hoping for it. as he leaned over, his suit jacket hung open, revealing the Jericho 941 pistol tucked away in his shoulder holster, but it did not reveal the stiletto blade attached to the sheath in the small of his back.

The man looked capable, but Spade had never doubted his abilities before. Why should he start now?

As the man bent over to pick up his cigerete Specter instantly noticed the gun sticking out of his jacket. So his instences where right about this stranger. The guy was deffently up to no good. Still Specter just couldn't attack the guy unprovoked, even if he really wanted to. Of course that didn't mean he couldn't manipulate the situation alittle. With a little push from his telekintics Specter pushed the cigerete a few inches out of the man's reach while releasing the clasp on the guns holster. If Specter was right the man would lean forward alittle more letting the gun drop out. This would not only help to provoke the man into attacking, but hopefully also scare off a few bystanders that might get in the way of the insuing clash. Who knew if this guy ended up being a wanted criminal Specter might end up doing some good for the community as well as enjoy a good fight.

When his cigarette rolled a few inches to his right, Spade thought nothing of it. But when he felt the pistol drop, he knew something was up. He opted to catch his gun instead of grab the cigarette, which was rolling out into the street anyways. He stayed stooped for a second, examining the pistol. He heard a few hushed whispers from people walking by. "That's a neat trick," Spade said slowly, standing up as he did so. The pistol was still in his hand. He nonchalantly checked it again, disengaging the safety. "But I've really got things I need to be doing tonight, and I just dry-cleaned this suit, so I'm willing to just write this off as a bad day for you. But unless you want this bad day to be your last, you've got to stop with the parlor games." He quelled the urge to end one of the meatbags walking by, and instead let the threat hang in the air, up to the stranger's interpretation.

Specter stood there watching. This guy was quick, good, atlest that ment the fight wouldn't be over too quickly. Ok so the powered keg was set, but Specter wasn't going to make the first move of that he was determind. Someone still needed to light the fuse.
"Alright buddy drop the gun."
A local cop had shown up right on time. If this didn't cause the guy to attack nothing would. "Maybe you listen to him, no?" Specter smirked at the man before him. Obviously provoking him to go ahead and try shooting. What the man didn't know is that Specter already had a mental hold on the trigger. There was no way for that gun to go off before he could attack. All he needed was for the man to try. "Go easy, go down, your call."

The officer asked him to drop the gun, and the man he had run into earlier had this smile on his face, as if he had just won some sort of game. He gave the trigger a gentle nudge...nothing. figured as much, Spade thought. These telekinetic mutants really needed to learn their place. He turned to the officer, gun held easily and loosely at his side. "Drop it, huh? But aren't you worried that it'll discharge? Fair enough, have it your way." He tossed the gun in the air. The cop's eyes were drawn to the gun for only a second, but it was just long enough. Spade withdrew the stiletto from its sheath and inserted it into the officer's neck, penetrating his trachea and sliding it across, slicing into his carotid artery. As he withdrew the blade, he pushed the man's head down, stemming the blood flow until he turned the body and let it fall, spraying passers by and the street with thick, red blood.

Spade was lost in the adrenaline of the kill, and the street lights, began to surge. Traffic lights went haywire, causing an accident a few feet away. Then the lights went out entirely around the area, dousing the street in darkness. Car crashes started ringing out in massive numbers.

"I told you to leave it alone, but you just wouldn't f***ing listen, would you? Tell me, do you telekinetic snobs always feel like you need to stick your nose in everything?"

Great the guy was fast Specter didn't even have a chance to react before he killed that poor cop. Oh well no time to think about that now. As the street lights went out Specter's eyes began to glow with the green fire of his ecto energy. His world went eerily green as Specter charged the man grabbing the knife wrist in his right hand as he spun around pulling the blade forward, and using the momentum to elbow the guy in the face with his left arm. Then with the last of the momentum judo flipping the guy over his shoulder. "I wont kill so easy." Charging a blast of ecto energy Specter pulled back to smash the guy in the face.

Spade took the elbow to the face in stride, spinning with it and dodging a second blow. "Woah, woah! Who said anything about killing you? Or are you not picking up on the fact that I'm just trying to go about my work?" He looked down on at the police officer who was bleeding out on the street. "Oh, him? No, no. He got in the way." Spade paused for a moment. "I mean, granted, you are getting in the way as well. But cops have this misguided sense of morality. They feel like they have to stop guys like me from doing my work. I mean hell, it's their job to stop guys like me, right? But you. You can still fix it. All you have to do is go about your business. And I'll go about mine."

He spun the knife around in his hand and re-sheathed it, while spinning and picking up his gun. "Or we can do it your way."

Specter cracked his neck as he took a fighting stance infront of the phsycopath. Ok so the guy was insane that was granted, but he also seemed to be an expert fighter. Specter might not remeber his past, but he knew that his fighting skills wheren't something somebody just picked up. He trained for hours each day to get as good as he was so how was this guy keeping up with him so easily. Oh well there where still a few tricks up this mutants sleeve. One way or another this guy was going down. "If not in way today maybe tomorrow. So why not today no?" Specter powered up another energy blast and fired it at his opponet. The guy might be skilled in hand to hand, but maybe this would throw him off. Any way you looked at it this guy was going down, and Specter felt no guilt about killing if that's what it ment to stop this mad man.

Spade deftly rolled out of the way of the energy blast and sighed. "You really just don't give up, do you?" He checked his watch. There wasn't much time left. He looked around, people rushing about in the dark. Trying to use their cell phones and key lights, to no avail. "Come now, you're making such a scene," Spade said. "I mean, if you hadn't been such a d*ck in the first place, that guy wouldn't be dead." Spade smiled. "Kinda f***ed up that you killed a cop, mister." He reholstered the gun and reached into the bag. Good. The timer hadn't started yet. "He probably had a wife, kids. Maybe a little dog," Spade continued. "So whaddya say we cut this nonsense out, before these other people start getting hurt, huh?"

Specter started to laugh. Not one of those easy going light hearted laughs. No this was more of a dark deep throated chuckle. This guy was trying to use hero's guilt to throw Specter off guard. As if he really cared about some dead cop who got in the way. Firing another energy blast Specter engulfed the corpse, and decaying it to a mummified state. "I would send flowers to both graves then." Why was this guy in such a hurry. The guy banntered like a villan, but Specter just couldn't get him to fight. What could possibly be so important in that bag of his anyhow. Specter decided it was time to find out. Once again he rushed into the attack this time firing an ecto blast at the bag's shoulder strap before delivering a round house kick into the side of the guys head and snatching at the bag from under the folds of his coat. "So what is big hurry?"

He took the kick to the head, breaking his sunglasses. The bag dropped, which was a much more major concern. "Well, now you've gone and done it, haven't you?" As the man picked it up, Spade heard the distinct sound of a timer ticking. Spade looked around his immediate surroundings. There were people all over, running, walking, screaming. Cars were piled up around them. Car batteries were overloading, causing sparks to shoot everywhere. "Wouldn't hold onto that too long if I were you." Spade said. "In fact, I'd say you've got about a minute and a half to chuck it." With that, Spade took off running down the sidewalk towards an alley.

Once he dodged around the corner, He paused to light a cigarette and walked calmly, waiting for the blast.

Specters first impulse was to chase after the guy, but what did he mean about having only a minute or so to chuck the bag. So curiosity got the better of him as Specter ripped open the zipper to see what had been so important. A BOMB! Oh great the guy was carrying around a time bomb. Now what it looked simple enough, but that didn't mean Specter know the first thing about disarming it. He could always incase it with his ecto blast. No there was no way it was powerful enough to contain an explosion. Plus it looked like 90% of the bag was dynimate. Could he just chuck it and save himself? No that was out of the question. Sure he really didn't care what happened to these people, but he wouldn't give that creep the satisfaction. His telekintic's where close range so he couldn't get the bag out of the blast radius. Ok he didn't even know what was the blast radius. Crap, crap, crap time was ticking away and still he had nothing, and what was worst was Specter couldn't shake the feeling that something very simular to this had happened to him before just back where his memory failed him. Aaahhh what to do? 10.... no no time 9... crap 8...got to do something 7... no way was he gonna die like this 6... damn 5... Specter did the only thing he could think of and wrapped the bomb in the strongest ecto shell he could make. Then throwing the bag as high as he could he pushed it alittle further with his powers before. BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM........... the bomb exploded showering fire and debrie down on him. There was no way to avoide it no way to excape, but when the dust cleared Specter was still standing there slightly smoking but otherwise ok. ((For those reading his intagiblity powers kick in as a reflex whenever something like this happens))