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"Good evening, 47. You're target is an unnamed man codenamed SCP-076, or as some have labeled him, Able. We've been contacted by a private military and prison organization called the SCP Foundation to eliminate or capture him after his most recent escape from one of their maximum security prisons. They've warned us that he's enhanced beyond the levels of normal human strength and is superhumanly skilled in all known methods of murder, so extreme caution is advised. Good hunting, 47."
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Able slowly marched through Central Park, the crowd around him seemingly endless. He heard a light footstep behind him and turned to point his blade at the throat of his would be ambusher. A bald man glared back at him, unflinchingly pointing his silverballer back at the SCP. Able gave a smile. "I recognize that kind of look in your eye. You know violence almost as well as I do." The two men circled each other, sizing the other up. "You'll be disappointed to hear that I don't enjoy it as much as you do. All part of the job." 47 responded before slowly backing away to gain some kind of distance, recognizing that he wasn't as well equipped for a short ranged fight.
"Even still, enemies like you are rather rare. You could at least give me your name." 076 replied, letting his foe take to a respectable distance. "Names are for friends, so I don't have one. The best I can give you is 47." Able rolled his eyes. "076. Now enough idle chat. It's been much to long sense I killed anyone worth remembering." And with that, Able dashed forward, hoping to reach his opponent only for him to vanish into the bushes. Able looked around in frustration for a few hours before something hit him in the back of the head. He turned and saw 47 50 meters away.
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Both at 9-B with all 9-B weapons. 47 has 30 minutes of prep.
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Able slowly marched through Central Park, the crowd around him seemingly endless. He heard a light footstep behind him and turned to point his blade at the throat of his would be ambusher. A bald man glared back at him, unflinchingly pointing his silverballer back at the SCP. Able gave a smile. "I recognize that kind of look in your eye. You know violence almost as well as I do." The two men circled each other, sizing the other up. "You'll be disappointed to hear that I don't enjoy it as much as you do. All part of the job." 47 responded before slowly backing away to gain some kind of distance, recognizing that he wasn't as well equipped for a short ranged fight.
"Even still, enemies like you are rather rare. You could at least give me your name." 076 replied, letting his foe take to a respectable distance. "Names are for friends, so I don't have one. The best I can give you is 47." Able rolled his eyes. "076. Now enough idle chat. It's been much to long sense I killed anyone worth remembering." And with that, Able dashed forward, hoping to reach his opponent only for him to vanish into the bushes. Able looked around in frustration for a few hours before something hit him in the back of the head. He turned and saw 47 50 meters away.
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Both at 9-B with all 9-B weapons. 47 has 30 minutes of prep.
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