Vakolic wrote:"I was..." Alex said slowly..."I was rounding up sports players, figured they should be fit.
It's the weekend, so I figured most of the teams should be playing now. I got onto the pitches, had about 60 celebrity footballers and baseball players following me, and the police new nothing."
Alex walked beside Seth at the front of the group, nearly stumbling on a dropped sword which was taken up by a rather small Arab-looking man in front of them.
He extended his claws, and rested the razor-ship points on the man's shoulder. "Hello," he said, looming slightly, "And who might you be?"
Abdul initially tensed up as the figure approached him, but in a move that most men would dismiss as insane, relaxed as he felt the claws upon his shoulder. Curling the edges of his lips upwards in what could be interpreted as a smile, he stated, "From your ability there my friend, I would say that I am one of you. Or rather, not one of the now deceased occupants of this facility, unless of course, you are a traitor to our kind." As he spoke, Abdul prepared himself to retreat, probably leaving behind a bit of his shoulder, lest the being turn hostile.



