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AssistanceA lone man stood atop a towering city building. The metropolis was alight withAssistance by Ashligh
twinkling dots of white, red, green, and blue. The casual roll of hundreds of passing cars hummed through the dark night air, screeches and honkings disturbing its industrial, but peaceful atmosphere.
The man swiped his mouth with his dirty brown trench coat, watching the city's night life unfold beneath him. He observed incoming airplanes, careless pedestrians, shops turning off all their lights and putting up their "sorry, we're closed" signs while other shops did the exact opposite, and, most importantly, he watched as a window on the 12th floor of the nation's most popular telephone agency spewed glass as it shattered.
Cars stopped at the sound and people out for their usual night stroll covered their heads and ran for the nearest veranda as shards of glass showered them. Somewhere unknown a small black bullet pelted into a brick building across from the telephone agency - a life insurance company, as ir