Angle stopped talking and smiled and nodded curtiously to the new woman, hoping she would just pass by, and turned back to the woman before her, pretending to have a normal conversation with her. If there was another agent, and this agent she was speaking with was one of her contacts, she couldn't let either of them get into trouble. She could tell the newer one had a gun... she saw her reach towards it...

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~Cyclist in Training~

((Silma are you from the FBI or are you a criminal...?))

Suddenly Angle saw the dealer leave, and grew alarmed he's big money... and a challenging chase. I'm not letting this one go away... She curtly nodded to the two and ran towards her bike. She slapped on her helmet and reved up the engine. Tearing out of the parking space with a screech, she took off, following the black BMW, though trying to remain between the traffic descreetly.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Read my Bio at the beginning of the whole thing, Bub )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Angle is a fugitive more or less, but she chases and turns in criminals too, as well as dealing with them if she has to... the currupt agency she worked for and left, turned the law against her, so she runs from the law, but also has trustworthy contacts.)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Cat grinned at the woman "Are you alright?" sh asked, then she suddenly reconised her "Oh goodness Hi!"

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

((Oh sry didn't really look...))

"Angler? We are on this case together from now on, right?" she climbed onto her motor bike, before that she had hastily cahnged her coat agian. "Wait up!" she called as Angler swivelled through the traffic.

(Angle, not Angler ^^ lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Angle didn't want to be followed. She always got everyone killed and that's why she was cold towards many of her contacts. She never wanted to meet them in person, fearing she would cause the loss of more lives. Trying to lose the woman, Angle handled the traffic expertly and fast, not losing sight of the BMW. She groaned as she caught sight of a dark car ahead of her, and the faces were all too familiar, men from the agency! Dang how'd they find me... Just as she got there, they pulled the car out in front of her. She jumped her motorbike ontop of the hood and then down, driving off through a red light. She was still on the BMW's tail...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Hey ANGLE! (got it right then lol)" Florence weaaved in and out of the traffic and was suddenly beside her. "Where are you going?"

She turned her fully helmeted head to Florence, the dark shield covering the upper half of her face. "Doing my job... and please do not shout my contact name in a street... the agents will pick me out... I remember your voice from phone contact only, Florence if I remember correctly... how did you find me?... obviously followed the other agents..." She turned her attention to her biking again, barely avoiding slamming into a lady carrying groceries.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Look, I can hardly forget you can I? I used to be your best mate...?" Florence accidently knocked over a bag of groceries.

Angle glanced at her quickly, though a little more carefully... she might have recognized her... but during the incident with the currupted agency, she had suffered a pretty severe blow, and her memory of her past wasn't very clear. "I'm sorry... I have very little memory of you... I know your name and your face is familiar, but... " she screeched to a halt. where the heck had that BMW gone?! she spied it going into and allyway and reved up her engine again and tore off after the vehicle, forgetting to finish her sentence. She didn't want to get Florence killed as well... Creg was gone... her father was gone... and many others, and she blamed herself for it.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Florence was experianced so she followed Angle and stopped at a corner. "Are you chsing the BMW too?"

Nathan saw him being followed by a bike, he didn`t really realise it before a dark car had pulled in front of he motorbike and the bike had gone over the hood. He needed to get rid of the follower, Nathan drove to a 4 way cross road and as he was in the middle of it, which looked like was going straight ahead he turned the car suddenly to left trying to get the followr off his tail.

It seemed to had work and he was out of there, Nathan drove his car to his home, which was a decent house in a skyscraper. He parked the car into the underground parking lot and was soon going up with the elevator, he walke dto his door and opened the lock. He threw his long jacket and the suit jacket on his coach as he went trough the appartment.

He arrived at his working desk with a laptopon it and a ash cup with an old cigarette in it, not to mention cold coffee that he had forgotten there, which he threw away. He cleaned the desk and opened the laptop, the password was simple, but tricky and he was soon going trough his personal files about the deal, but he had taken also interest on the follower and looked at the buildings cameras that he had accesss to thank to his boss.

Nothing.. but I should keep my guard up...

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle nodded her head, then stopped, watching as the BMW came to a halt. She whispered to Florence, "Listen... I'm sorry I don't remember you, but whatever you do... keep your distance... I'm bad luck, and I'm best alone..." she would have loved Florence's companionship, because she felt she could trust her, but she couldn't put anyone in danger.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~