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- Streets of Arkham
- Chapter 1: It's Our Right to Fight
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- You know, of all the worlds that have ever existed, I never once even [i]dreamed[/i] that I would end up here. My breath was visible in front of me, the snow turned my fingers numb through my gloves, and my goggles kept fogging up. I looked out over the train tracks elevated over the city below me from my position crouched on top of a roof. The way I saw it, anywhere were some big crime was going down, [i]he[/i] was bound to show up. It was only logic.
- And that's when I spotted it. My opportunity. It wasn't hard to track this guy down. His thugs had been put all around the abandoned subway station/packing plant he was using a train to escape from. I heard a rumbling, and the light of the train approached. This was gonna be tricky. Parkour training, don't fail me now!
- Timing it as best as I could, I ran. First to a roof ahead and closer t the tracks, then onto a gargoyle perched on its edge. Without losing a stride, I leaped. You know how, in movies, when the action hero jumps towards a moving vehicle and everything goes all slo-mo? It's not like that in real life. One second, I was jumping off the roof. The next I was on the train. It felt like I'd blinked and missed something. It was slick with melted frost, and I nearly slipped off, but I kept my grip. I [i]really[/i] didn't feel like falling to the city down below the elevated tracks. Up now, I ran along the roof towards the gap between train cars. I jumped down onto the small walkway, looking through the door's window. Mooks-a-plenty in there. Better just go ahead, stop the ring-leader. I was about to do just that, when I heard a crashing sound from the car ahead of me. I looked through the window to that one.
- [size 1]"Next, stop... pain. Arrival time... now![size]
- [size 1]"You've been waiting all day to say that, haven't you?"[size]
- The first one who had spoken was dressed in red, with a cape and hood, and wielded a staff. The other wore black, with a blue symbol on his chest, two escrimas in hand.
- Okay. Maybe I have had dreams like this.
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