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...Now nothing. With a new mask on, Mark decided to check where he stored IdentityUnknown. To his surprise...she was awake. Not for long. He slammed his fist into her stomach, knocking her out again. Well, that was a surprise. Perhaps I should move her. From his pocket he provided a syringe, which he injected the contents into her neck. After waiting a few minutes, he took her limp body and stuffed it into a oversized golf bag. He hurled the golf bag over his back, and started for his car. Placing the golf bag into the trunk, he dived into the driver's seat, started the ignition, and went down the street. And if those people try to find her...they'll just find my decoy...I'm just lucky Matt's good at disguise... (Yes, the "girl" you found is one of the Bunker Boys. Try again. )

First of all, since the whole kidnapping, shooting, and car thing happened near you, you must've seen it. And second, .

That's cold... And I already planned your actions ahead of time. Noah blinked, then he rubbed his eyes. "The signal's gone!" Mark, without even glancing at the monitor, said, "Yep. The signal vanished right when she's at the open mic event, correct?" Noah nodded. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with it?" Mark thought for a moment. Then he remarked, "It likely means she met up with someone. This will get troublesome..." And with that, he once again dug through the back of the car, but what he provided wasn't a piece of paper, it was a pistol. Noah stared at Mark with shock. "Are you....really going to use that?" Mark, "If this C gets in the way of our mission. Our only target is..." "Let's welcome Yohan, Grace, Misaki-chan, Amy, Chelsea. and Legend!" Mark froze. "What?" He looked over to the passenger side of the car. Impossible... Then he sneered. Noah nudged Mark with a tinge of worry. "You know, IdentityUnknown and C are getting away! They're in the car!" Mark looked at their car with a look of amusement. "They won't get far." Then he held up one finger in the air, and began to quote. "꼬리가 길면 잡힌다." Noah was suprised for a moment, but then he looked with shock at the car, which was starting to get away. But as soon as the car got onto the main street, two of the front tires suddenly exploded, causing the car to skid out of control. The car eventually crashed into a nearby building, probably causing the riders some discomfort, if not pain. "That's what I meant. Now let's roll." Mark and Noah quickly jumped out of the car, Mark with pistol in hand. They ran with surprising speed to the crashed car. Mark confirmed that the two riders were indeed C and IdentityUnknown through the windows (surprisingly, none of the windows were broken during the crash), then fired at the window with his pistol, causing the window to shatter in glass shards. Inside, C and IdentityUnknown were both panting, apparently trying to catch their breath. Mark showed no mercy either way. He quickly knocked out IdentityUnknown, then grabbed her and ran towards the car. C gave chase...but didn't get far once Mark shot a bullet straight in her right leg. While inside the car, Mark quickly duct taped IdentityUnknown's hands, legs, mouth, and eyes. He also checked IdentityUnknown; nothing of notice was found. He grabbed a face wipe he kept in the back of his car, and wiped down his face, and the makeup on it. He quickly slammed the accelerator, and the car roared to life, and tore down the street.

Apollo Glass > Conan Edogawa.

I only remember the ending of my last dream, where I felt like I was falling into the bed...

You mean the Shinichi one?

You may not vote.

The link is in my post...(click on "this time")

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Meanwhile, while Mark was driving in his car (the rain had stopped), his cell phone almost jumped out of his pocket, reminding him not to turn it on vibrate next time. He looked at the caller ID. It's Noah... He took the call. "Yeah, it's me." The reply came: "You lost her, huh?" "Shut up, you can't do nearly half as well as I can." "But at least I plan ahead. You did use..." Noah's voice temporarily was fuzzed out by interference. "Use what?" Noah's voice came back into focus. "That, you know. That." "You mean that little dot thing? What does that even..." and a revelation came before he finished his sentence. A bug... "You know what it is. Listen, just meet me at XXXX Street." "'K." And with that, he hang up. A few blocks ahead, he saw a hooded figure on the sidewalk, waving his hand as soon as Mark's car came into view. He was carrying a rectangular object....his laptop... Noah walked over to the car, looked both directions, and climbed in. Immediately, without even looking at Mark, he opened up his laptop and started to type. In seconds a window came up on the screen; a map of the current location. And on that map was a red dot, slowly moving. Then, Noah turned around to his driver. "That's her." Mark glanced over at the monitor. "If she continues in that direction..." Mark turned around and rummaged through the piles of paper in the back of the car, until he found a piece of paper. He repositioned himself in the driver's seat, and placed the paper in Noah's lap. Noah, in turn, looked over at the paper. "Isn't this an ad for the open mic event today?" He looked at Mark with a quizzical look. Mark nodded. "Without a doubt, that's where she's going. And that's where we're going, too. Grab that makeup kit in the back for me, will ya?" Noah grabbed the makeup kit. And as soon as he got himself buckled in, Mark slammed the accelerator. Note: Yes, Noah is one of the Bunker Boys. He specializes in mechanics. Makes sense he comes up with the tracker...

Every story needs an antagonist. Just continue the story...

And then it started raining. The rain pouring down began taking off the makeup on his face. Shit. Not today. Tomorrow. After a long drive in the rain (which Mark hates), he managed to find the abandoned building. The one IdentityUnknown was stored up in. He walked in, wiping off the remaining maekup off his face with a cloth. From his pocket he provided a key, which he used to oepn the locked closet. But when he could see the insides of the closet...he could see nothing. Huh? How'd she escape?

No. My friends and I were pretty high last night, and then somebody played a song, then we started singing...and eventually there was an organized effort.

Just completed final touches on what probably is the most explicit album I have created. It's called "After Dark", and some of my friends came up with the lyrics...

I don't use it, so I don't know.

http://www.tumblr.com/

^ This.

*shrugs* I'm hungry.

Sometimes even I shock myself with my skills. Mark did have a reason to be surprised; he pulled off a successful disguise of IdentityUnknown. Sure, the disguise wasn't perfect...but it was good enough. At close range, a few faults can be found, but from a distance it is suitable. After all, I don't want to expose myself just yet. As for the real IdentityUnknown? Mark smirked.

Similarly here. That picture makes me think how delicious you guys (and girls) would be...

Probably not.

This song. ^ The above song may prove insulting to various people.