The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Trace Tanner on May 4, 2017 20:27:14 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
#c19623
Straight
Single
67
30
Sept 22, 2019 14:57:48 GMT -6
Curt
Man, this one was not receptive to humor. That was definitely a downside. Maybe it was because of the situation, but that was pretty much just how Trace operated. He'd always found himself using humor in situations where there was a lot at stake to diffuse his own anxiety.
Hell, he'd gotten so used to it that he didn't even feel the anxiety anymore. It was just natural. He'd come to accept the stress and the high stakes for what they were and laughed them off as often as he could.
The Officer gave her name in a very matter of fact way and went on to describe the plan that Trace had hinted at. Well. At lest they were on the same page. Following the officer's gaze, Trace had a feeling he knew what the plan was going to be. Trace puts his butt on the line, gets barbecued and then Constable Barbie skates off--
"You ever shoot clays?" she asked, the plan becoming evident. "Yeah, I've shot fairly often..." he said, a bit surprised by this turn. He had definitely thought it would be him running for the extinguisher and all. "So we need the shotgun and the extinguisher. Or multiples, based on this guy's firepower..." he said, the pun hanging out there.
Posted by Trace Tanner on May 4, 2017 20:13:49 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
#c19623
Straight
Single
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30
Sept 22, 2019 14:57:48 GMT -6
Curt
I'm cool with doing a group thread. Since there is history between Femme!Ranger and Trace and she just found out Trace is in SUPER, that gives us a good opportunity for a Trace in road. She might call him in if she finds out there's a threat or sees someone that's on the veritable SUPER most wanted list (with Alex being someone who has escaped SUPER). Who doesn't love a little inter-agency cooperation, right?
Posted by Trace Tanner on May 1, 2017 19:48:38 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
#c19623
Straight
Single
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30
Sept 22, 2019 14:57:48 GMT -6
Curt
Trace had time to take about one step before the bubble collapsed. Then, the oddest thing happened: he felt the sensation of flying. That was new. Things like that didn’t usually happen when his bubbles collapsed. There was a first time for everything, but this didn’t really seem like something that should…
Trace’s euphoria cut off as his stomach impacted a shoulder. And then, they were moving. Not just fast. Faster than people fast. Constable Barbie was a mutant. What kind of mutant is she?! Trace thought, a bit confused. He wasn’t the biggest guy possible. But he was actually bigger than Constable Barbie. So being hauled up on her shoulder like a sack of potatoes likely indicated that she had super strength.
The movement was another thing. Powerful, this one was. Pretty much the next thing Trace knew, he was being unceremoniously dumped behind the low retaining wall he’d indicated before. “Air Constable Barbie, the only way to fly…” he remarked sardonically.
“We need water or CO2. Something to control his ability to make fire.” Trace nodded, the plan starting to form. CB reached up and triggered her radio, causing Trace to remember the call that he placed earlier. “I called for backup earlier too…” he said, gesturing to the badge near his waist.
“I work for SUPER” he said casually, figuring they were beyond the cloak-and-dagger. LEOs were generally on the same side as SUPER, so it probably didn’t hurt to tell her. “I’m not entirely sure we’ll get much back up from that end, but they’ll see to things after all of this is done.” He observed.
Trace took surveyed the area and spotted a fire extinguisher at a nearby café. That could help. “So… Would a chemical fire extinguisher do the trick on this guy? Think it would knock him back a step?” he asked, trying to be helpful. “Name’s Trace Tanner by the way. Probably better than whatever you’re calling me in your head...” he said, using his own thoughts as a template. He drew his sidearm and checked the safety. No time to pop out and be unable to act. That would lead to charring, scarring and other unrelated horrors. Man, this was going to be fun.
Posted by Trace Tanner on May 1, 2017 19:27:26 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
#c19623
Straight
Single
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Sept 22, 2019 14:57:48 GMT -6
Curt
Agent of S.U.P.E.R, reporting for threading! I'd love to have Trace get in on some kind of action in the thread here. Seems like he'd line up well with some of the other parties involved. Could be part of the fore-mentioned recovery team?
Posted by Trace Tanner on May 1, 2017 16:18:04 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
#c19623
Straight
Single
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30
Sept 22, 2019 14:57:48 GMT -6
Curt
Trace was heartened by the fact that his remark had obviously struck a chord. He nodded as the embattled officer thanked him for the assist. He got the sense that those particular remarks would be revisited at a later time, but that would have to wait for then. They had bigger fish to fry. Hopefully not themselves.
Trace took a quick peek at the fire throwing nutball that was assaulting their position. That was a situation that was not going to resolve itself any time soon. Trace had an idea of what he’d like to do, but no idea how to implement it. And no sure-fire way to make sure that he got himself and the officer completely out of harm’s way.
"He throws fireballs and shrugged off my squad car. Any ideas there, butt-fairy?" Butt-fairy? Really? Trace laughed a little and shook his head. He’d brought that on himself. He’d started out with the name-calling, so turnabout was fair play.
Trace turned around and looked at his back “I was hoping there’d be some shiny wings back there, but it doesn’t look like we’re that lucky…” he said, “We’re going to have to move pretty quick here. See that low wall on the other side of that little tree garden thing over there? I’d say we make a run for it. He won’t know what’s happening for a few seconds after the bubble goes... We’ll pretty much be a blur from where we were.”
Trace pretty much accepted that Officer Hunter (that’s what her nametag said) would go for the plan. “Ready?” he asked in preparation. “On three…. Three… Two… One…” he counted down, ready to make a move.
Posted by Trace Tanner on Apr 28, 2017 22:27:29 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
#c19623
Straight
Single
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30
Sept 22, 2019 14:57:48 GMT -6
Curt
Trace could handle a lot of crap being thrown at him. Hell, in most cases, he just kind of took whatever was thrown at him. But on this day, this awful, horrible day, Trace couldn’t really handle any more.
“No, Constable Barbie! I didn’t do this! Some other save-your-butt fairy came along and happened to stop time to pull you literally out of the fire!” he exclaimed, looking over her shoulder. Trace had some fairly decent chops when it came to his mutation, but, even he couldn’t stop time altogether. Currently, a white-hot lance of flame was coming straight at the aforementioned Barbie. This was not good.
Trace took a deep, calming breath. With the predicament he’d gotten himself into here there was no place for hot heads and screaming. “Look… I have to point out that we’re in a pretty delicate situation here. Look at what’s going on. Quickly, because we only have about sixty seconds here… I can’t hold this for long.” he said, a sense of desperation entering his voice.
Trace raised his hands in front of himself, open palms raised showing that he wasn’t a threat. Hopefully this woman had some brains and would realize that they needed to do something or they’d both end up as crispy critters.
Posted by Trace Tanner on Apr 27, 2017 19:19:48 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
#c19623
Straight
Single
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Sept 22, 2019 14:57:48 GMT -6
Curt
Trace was no slouch in the gym, but unfortunately things like “concern for his fellow man” and “unwillingness to cause bodily harm to the innocent” caused him to lag behind his quarry. A few people he passed had taken nasty burns as the mutant had passed by, bumping them with the odd limb or pushing them out of the way. A few even bore handprints where the guy had touched bare skin. I really have to stop this guy… Trace thought to himself, picking up his pace. This chase had to end before someone got seriou—
At that moment, the mutant turned and threw what could only be considered a handful of fire at an approaching squad car. As the fire splashed across the windshield, Trace winced. Hopefully the officer inside wasn’t hurt or anything. Trace’s fears were soon put to rest, however, as the car suddenly accelerated and the officer behind the wheel decided to play proctologist with a bull bar. That’s got to hurt! Trace thought, slowing to a walk as he approached the scene.
Trace barely had time to react and the officer was out of the car with a shotgun in her hands. That kind of stopping power hitting the fire-starter up close would make Trace’s day seem not so bad by comparison. Hell, he was already feeling a little better because he hadn’t had a rectal examination by an intrusive metal guard on the front of a cop car.
The officer shouted an order at the perpetrator and sought cover behind her vehicle. Trace doubted the efficacy of that type of cover against a human Molotov, but it was certainly better than nothing. Hopefully this guy wasn’t capable of producing fire hot enough to burn straight through it.
Trace hesitated momentarily. Like many humans, Trace realized that shotgun pellets were bad for complexion. But there was the small matter of this whole chase being started by Trace accidentally alerting the fire-starter to his location. So, Trace quickly slipped a phone from his pocket and expanded a time bubble around himself. He dialed a SUPER number used for discrete communication, allowed the call to go to voicemail and muttered “This is Delta 5, we’ve got a mutant at my location, designation ‘Delta’. Local LEOs on site, I’m attempting to tag and detain suspect. Incident was public, might need a clean-up.” He relayed a few more minor details like the initial location of the encounter and descriptions of the officer that was holding the gun on the suspect. The call would be transmitted from Trace’s device and would show up as a missed call and a voicemail on the other end without the phone ever ringing. Sound familiar?
Trace allowed the bubble to drop and swayed a little bit. His power took a lot out of him, so using it too much was a bit hazardous. He’d have enough left in him for a few more bubbles, but much beyond that and he’d either lose consciousness or end up with a debilitating migraine. Knowing the way the day was going, the latter was incredibly likely. Steadying himself, he slowly approached the car. Trace decided that it was probably best to keep the solid steel vehicle between himself and the potential fireballs, so he crept around the back, doing his best to remain unseen.
At that moment, a few pieces of the puzzle started to click together. Every time he’d seen the fire-starter use his powers (except for the first time), the man had been moving. In fact, as he’d been running, it seemed that his powers had gotten stronger. And stronger. And he had reached the point where he was burning people on brief contact. Uh oh.
Trace poked his head around the back of the car and his worst fears were confirmed. The fire-starter’s ability didn’t appear to be just the ability to create fire out of thin air. No, it was much worse than that. The fire-starter was changing kinetic energy into fire. And he’d just been hit by a ton-and-a-half battering ram moving at 30 miles per hour. Hoo boy.
The halo around the fire-starter was so bright that it hurt Trace’s eyes to look directly at him. The wall behind the man was starting to blacken a bit from the sheer heat of the energy coming off of the target. That didn’t bode well for the intrepid young officer who only had a shotgun and a car protecting her from the fiery depths of hell. Trace lunged forward as the fire-starter threw his hands forward, a white hot lance of flame launching forward. He slammed a time bubble into place, encompassing himself and the officer in a pocket of compressed time.
“Well, this is a fine mess you’ve gotten us into!” he exclaimed, a little harshly. It was likely due to the headache starting to form in the back of his head. This day sucked.
Posted by Trace Tanner on Apr 26, 2017 17:26:10 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
#c19623
Straight
Single
67
30
Sept 22, 2019 14:57:48 GMT -6
Curt
Everyone has bad days at work. They have to deal with that obnoxious co-worker, someone makes their life difficult in the most infinitesimal ways, they spill their morning coffee. There are hundreds of mundane issues that can take a day that is perfectly fine in potential and send it spiraling down a dark path.
Today was that day for the newly appointed SUPER agent, Trace Tanner.
His recruitment had proceeded much as one would expect when being drafted into a pseudo-secret government agency. Approached, by a shadowy government type, in a dark alley. Black bag over the head. Dragged off in a van. Taken to some off-the-map black-site.
Reality was much more mundane than that. A superior had recommended Trace for an alternate duty assignment, which lead to him making a contact, which lead to a job application and interviews, pretty much like any job. Reality often pales in comparison to the movies. The job, however, was something straight off the reels. Trace was now a secret agent… Which meant a lot of sitting around. And watching people. And being quiet.
Trace was out on a surveillance mission. Plain-clothes, sit at a café and try not to be noticed while noticing everything going on around you. So, Trace sat at a table, with a coffee and some of those Italian cookie things with a newspaper and a notebook closed on the table. Trying to seem like you are reading is a lot harder than actually reading. Especially when you have a chip gun poking you in the back. Trace hadn’t quite gotten used to the implement, but that’s just something he’d have to get along with. It came with the job, and if there was a chance to do some good along with that job, he’d do it.
Just then, something caught the corner of his eye. A familiar face, slipping around the corner into an alley. Trace reached deep within himself and with a slight mental effort, pushed a bubble up around himself and his table. The bubble snapped into place, the difference not seeming very evident to Trace. He’d had years to get used to the change between normal and compressed time. Nearly leisurely, Trace reached up and flipped through a few pages of the notebook. He stopped on a page that held a playing card with Alley-man’s face on it. A fire manipulator. Nasty piece of work. Definitely on the to-tag list. Time to get to work.
Trace let the bubble collapse. It had been nearly a second in normal time, but he’d had about a minute and a half to look at the dossier. He’d picked up that trick somewhere along the line and it made a lot of mundane tasks much, much easier. Trace got up from the table, and casually walked to the corner. Peaking Trace tried to see exactly what was happening with the soon-to-be-tagged target.
The fire-manipulator was arguing with another person and he was getting incredibly aggressive. Like psycho aggressive. Man, what a hot-head… Trace thought to himself, amused. It’s really the little things in life. Anyhow, the situation was starting to get a bit out of hand and the fire-manipulator was actually smoking not with a cigarette or anything, but physically. Out of his body. That has to be inconvenient.
Trace decided that it was time to intervene. It wasn’t usually good policy to let those you are tasked with protecting become greasy black smears on the wall. Trace stepped around the corner, crouching low and moving quietly. He managed to get within about 7 feet when an errant can managed to catch itself under his foot. Trace realized about a second too late and the resounding crunch was enough to alert the parties in the alley to his presence. Trace looked up just in time to see a fireball drag back.
Nearly on instinct, a time-bubble popped into existence around Trace. Time stretched out around the bubble, the fireball creating a sort of orange blob effect. Trace shifted his view back and forth and spotted his salvation: a dumpster a few feet to his left. Trace formulated a quick plan and readied himself. Release the bubble in 3…2…1… he thought to himself and dove for the dumpster. At the same time, he released the bubble and time snapped back to normal.
The resulting sound of the fireball passing by and the momentary breeze of oxygen being pulled from the air WOOSHED by Trace who suddenly was not in the same location as he had been a second ago. From the sound of it, the previously cornered person had taken off running. Smart move.
The fireball proceeded to soar by, striking a nearby tree which sat in a planter of flowers. The whole thing went up like a dry Christmas tree with a faulty light strand. Which is to say, instantly. HQ isn’t going to like that one… Trace thought, drawing his sidearm. At about that moment, police lights and sirens lit up in the street beyond the alley. WONDERFUL! Trace thought, ducking around the dumpster, firearm raised.
Much to his surprise, the alley was empty. Trace cursed under his breath and started running. As he rounded the corner, he saw the target, running down the sidewalk, knocking people out of the way. Trace took off after him at a dead sprint. What a fantastic way to start off a Monday.
Character's full name: Trace Tanner Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Gender: Male Age: 28 Date of Birth: 06/24/1988 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Chicago, IL Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown hair, semi neat Skin Tone: light Eye Color: brown Height: 5' 11" Build: Wiry Visible mutation: N/A Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: none Other features: (if applicable)
Everyday clothing style: Utility clothing, practical but functional. Lots of pockets. Usually dark. Uniform: See above. Trace usually works a lot. Sleepwear: Boxers. Only boxers. Miscellaneous clothing: Sometimes when he's not at work he will wear jeans. Occasionally casual shorts. Sometimes band t-shirts.
Character
Personality: Trace likes work. He tends to take it as seriously as he takes anything. The problem is, Trace finds humor in everything. It's hard to take time seriously when you can manipulate it. Hobbies/ Interests: Trace likes reading and long walks on the beach. He enjoys sports, humor and firearms. He used to be a competition shooter. Job or part time job and description: Trace is an agent. I'll expand that one more when I get into RPing. I'd like to have him join an in character agency. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Trace does NOT LIKE SPIDERS. He's of the burn the house if they're present camp (not really, but you get the gist). Special talents: Trace has a thing for people. He's good at reading them and imitating them.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. He's willing to do bad things for good reasons or good things for bad reasons.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Extremely localized temporal compression -- Trace can create a bubble in which time is compressed. This would mean that people impacted by the power experience time at a much faster rate than those outside of the bubble. I would think something like a person inside the bubble (possibly 3-4 feet in radius) would experience time at a rate of 1-2 minutes on the inside happening in one second on the outside. That's all he can handle, however. He cannot currently compress time at that ratio for a longer period. The bubble is formed with Trace at its center.
Strengths:
The bubble allows a lot of actions to take place. Things like disguises, conversations and planning in a pinch could happen. Movements observed from outside the bubble would seem to be at a very high rate of speed (there would be an almost blurry quality to the person doing the moving). Movements inside the bubble seem to happen at a normal rate. If very small movements were made, there would be almost no discernible difference to an onlooker (i.e. Talking, very careful movements). People and objects caught inside the bubble would be affected and would progress at the same rate as Trace.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
The bubble is unable to be moved when after it is created. It is not something that follows Trace as he moves around. Additionally, it takes a great amount of strength for the bubble to be upheld. Also, objects crossing from inside the barrier of the bubble are effected in strange ways. An arrow fired from inside the bubble does not fly straight outside of it; it comes out askew, flies in the wrong direction, disappears entirely. This prevents a time bubble from becoming a convenient sniper's nest or trap. Objects coming into the bubble from outside after it's been established cause the bubble to collapse.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Trace has normal fitness abilities. He goes to the gym, but isn't a body builder. More of the toned-but-capable type.
Fighting Style:
Trace is a great fighter. He's had training in various forms of martial arts since he was a kid. It works super well with his profession because sometimes, you have to fight. There isn't a way around it.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
He's a well practiced fighter. This gives him high levels of confidence in fights. That's not always a good thing. Sometimes he's overconfident in his abilities. He likes to think that he can handle any situation, but when dealing with other Mutants, that's not always the case.
History Of Your Character Trace discovered his power right around puberty, right when most people with mutations do. After a martial arts class one day, Trace was walking down the street. Being a middle school student that was into martial arts didn't make Trace super popular. A group of larger kids caught up to Trace and started picking on him.
Trace tried to rise above the situation and keep his center, so he mostly ignored them. That only worked for so long, however, because these kids were particularly persistent. While walking down the sidewalk flanked by his pursuers, one of them decided it would be a great idea to push Trace towards the street. He fell into the road in front of a truck.
Panicking, Trace reached out and everything around him started to slow. It gave him just enough time to roll out of the way as the truck passed by. He worked on his power over the years to come and started to discover that he didn't have the ability to slow time down, he was just able to compress time around himself.
He found out that if he took a clock into his newly discovered "bubble", that a minute would go by ridiculously fast.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: Quincy Archer, Tetsuya Shinbo, The Ranger
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: None.
What’s your OOC alias?: Curt
Sample RP:
Snatch-and-grab missions always rubbed Trace the wrong way. It was one thing to go into a mission where the enemy was at least well-prepared enough to offer some resistance. It was another thing to snag an HVT when they weren't expecting it. It didn't really matter much, Trace was going to follow orders. His employer generally expected that and the consequences of failing to follow orders could be pretty serious. But that's pretty much how black ops worked for private individuals. You did what you were told and you didn't ask questions. Maybe in a different world Trace would have done the right thing. But in this world, the pay was too good and international arms dealers shouldn't have been stupid enough to talk their dog alone. At night.
Cognitive dalliances aside, it was with a certain amount of disdain that Trace sat waiting in the park, for his target to walk by. The man wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him. Trace had done his homework. After extensive profiling of the target, the only thing the man did alone was walk his dog. No bodyguards, generally not heavily armed. The dog was some yappy little thing that really wasn't much of a concern.
The target approached slowly. When he was about five feet up the path from Trace, Trace focused, reaching deep within himself. He felt his power kick in and an unseen bubble popped up around him. Trace opened his eyes with a smirk.
The thing about this bubble was that inside it, time progressed incredibly quickly. That gave Trace approximately a minute to do whatever he wanted. Sure, he had thought about using this ability to set a land mine in front of an enemy. Under the right circumstances, the only thing the poor sap would see would be a blur. But land mines weren't really Trace's style, too deadly. He was more Wil-E Coyote type. More bang than bloodshed. So that's why he'd rigged up this little trap.
The cymbal monkey he'd placed in the middle of the path started to chirp and play his desperate beat. That little monkey banged those cymbals together in his self assigned pace. To the arms dealing scum bag walking down the path, the simian Ringo Starr would appear out of nowhere. Trace had hopped over the low wall the path ran by. It really was the little things in life.
Trace released the bubble and heard the monkey go ting ting ting chirp chirp before being snatched from the ground by the dog. Just when the target crossed right by the wall, Trace stood up from his hiding place and leveled him in a single blow. Target's momentum plus Trace's well placed strike equals unconscious bad guy. And an incredibly large paycheck for Trace.