The dark figure raced across the rooftop and leapt from one building to the other. The man chasing him huffed and puffed as he jumped across after him. Barely making it, he stumbled upwards and fired off a shot.
The running man stopped. He stumbled forward and fell down onto his hands and knees. The man chasing him jogged over to the figure and pointed his handgun at him. "FBI, don't move." The cool night air blew the man's coat slightly. The figure rose.
"I said don't move!" the agent said, pointing his gun aggressively.
"Do you know who I am?" the figure said, turning on his heel. "Fire the your weapon again. Fire it as many times as you like." The agent froze. The man in front of him stared at him. His eyes gazing square into his. They were unnerving.
"You didn't answer my question, so I will answer it for you." He took a step forward. The agent fired his weapon. He took another step forward. "You think I am a criminal: a man who signed your social contract and obeys your laws. Someone who answers to a higher authority. That is where you are wrong."
The agent stepped back. He fired again, and again, until the man grabbed his gun and fired the rest of the bullets. The man pulled the gun out of the agent's hands and threw it aside.
The agent tried to resist and the man threw him to the ground like a child. "I've walked through fire, seen nations fall, and have defied the laws of nature, but this man thinks he holds authority over me."
The man bent down and looked right in the agent's face. "This man doesn't even know my name." He stood upright, and turned. Walking away, the agent asked "Who are you?"
And he turned and said, "I am Ion Gahn."
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