((Shickle is recruiting, anyone care to join?

Yea, you've seen the faction "The Shickle." But I am changing the name, and now anyone can join!))

A dark sky dims the metropolis, rendering the buildings black. Unknowing people walk the streets.

A man dressed in fauxskin darts across the street, dodging several vehicles. He jumps, latching himself onto a pipe, and begins to scale up the side of a building.

The man can feel the sweat dripping down his face, the information he just stole valuable. He knew that in his coat pocket was a death warrant for countless lives, and yet so easily stolen.

The sweat on his bald head begins to make his fedora slip, the price for wearing it cocked to the side. He watched as his expensive hat fell to the ground, but was only a few feet from the rooftop.

After he had firmly placed his feet on the roof, he turned around - the hardline was just over a few buildings.

He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, and checked his pocket just to make sure it was still there...

The knife cut his throat, sending him back several steps. His balance began to fail when a black gloved hand grabbed his collar.

The fauxskin dressed man's vision began to fade, his body became weak. He slipped out of his jacket... falling down to the pavement which he so desperately struggled to distance himself from.

The envelope was in the coat, until it was removed and pocketed by the vigilant killer.

The man jumped down the building, landing near the dead thief. An expensive fedora was spotted blowing on the sidewalk...

Before chasing after the fedora, the man pinned a flyer to the corpse.

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