This new suit, enhanced Spartan 177's augmented abilities.He could now run two times faster, lift twice as much, and is more capable of destruction. Andrew followed the jazz music. It was only hours when he recieved this new armor. He was willing to accept it. He has been jumping rooftop to rooftop since then, looking to hunt those who bring pain to others. Andrew was tired of these individuals. It was time they were erased from humanity.
He leaped fifty feet off a roof, moving his bodyacross the air. He was just over traffic, that was below him. Spartan 177 landed onto another roof, rolling on the ground, before stopping. He slammed his right fist on the ground, causing a crack on the roof. He stood up, walking over at a ledge, with a powerful march.
He crouched down, taking out his sniper rifle out.So, this where the music lead me to? Looking through the crosshair, he could point the direction of his rifle onto a mysterious man's forehead. The man was wearing a trenchcoat, with a gray fedora hat on top. I'm assuming the man is bald. Hold on a second. The man went for his coat pocket. He handed it next to a young teenanger, who was just standing casually next to him. A package was then handed to the man, from the kid's hand. Drug dealing, huh? I've seen enough.
No one could even see Spartan 177 on the rooftop.It was too dark and his black armor could not be visible in the dark. Though, the below was about to get a surprise. He would never know what hit him. Most of all, no one will know who shot him. Spartan 177 steadily slipped his finger on the trigger, feeling it and still aiming.