A single black point expanded, turning into a large circle. Seconds passed, and a red-haired youth fell from it, bending down as he landed on the floor. It appeared as if he had been dropped from a great height, and the annoyed click of his tongue showed that he hadn't enjoyed it one bit. As he rose up, he suddenly froze in place. His eyes opened, and he looked around him, the wrinkles on his face becoming deeper by the second. Eventually, his shoulders rose a little as he sighed, and a single word escaped him.
"Fuck…"
Mechanical clicks sounded from all around him as a dozen power-suit-wearing, heavy-arms-using bastards pointed their weapons at him. It was almost as if he was specifically dropped in the center of the encirclement, which is exactly what happened.
"Dante Sokolov."
