Cyrus Falcor
Surgeon
THEN
Cyrus ran from rooftop, to rooftop, to rooftop, trying to elude the pursuing guards from a local bank that he'd knocked over. Blonde had sent the Black Ties in to retrieve an artifact, but Cyrus was late, so he'd decided to make some cash while on Tython. He'd blown his way into the vault and killed several tellers and a guard in the process, now he was running from the bank, security on his tail in speeders and then, over the comms, chaos erupted in his ears, forcing him to duck into an apartment building to recover from the near deafening blast of incoming chatter. Something with [member="Miss Blonde"]'s plan hadn't gone well, and there were cries about dead members all over the city from an unknown third party of saber wielders. Shouldering the bag full of credits, Cyrus looked at his comms and located the closest members, he pinged in to the gang that the Surgeon was on his way to meet with Blonde. He avoided her comms directly because she'd probably have his scrote for being late...again.
Cyrus pulled his Type-8 smg and jumped through the nearest window as the Security speeder pulled up, spraying the cockpit as he landed on the hood. He slipped into the drivers seat, the dead officers were pushed into the passenger seat. He may have misjudged his shots and the speeder leaned slightly to the passengers side, forcing Cyrus to lean to the right as he drove away.
Cyrus sputtered blood from inside his mask, one of the guards wasn't dead and they'd had a bit of a scrap in the air while trying to avoid other law enforcement teams. The guard got off a luck jab to Cyrus' throat and liver, making him spit blood and other places leaked blood too. The guard was in the backseat crying about demons after the Surgeon stuck him with the Stinger and filled him full of fear toxin and a paralytic. He'd found the group, in an abandoned warehouse, a trail of blood led right inside, Cyrus tried to jump onto the roof, but his foot got stuck on the seatbelt and he fell out, SLAM, right onto the glass topped building, like a bug on a windshield. Above, the screams of the guard could be heard as the speeder kept going along its way, off into the distance. Cyrus tried to stand, but the glass broke beneath his weight and sent him crashing onto the top of the van. The mute made no sound, but, it still hurt, a lot.
He rolled off the vans roof and stumbled the landing, adjusting the bag of credits, he limply saluted [member="Miss Blonde"]. He presented the bag of credits worth a few hundred thousands, and rubbed his throat.
He signed "HI"
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