In a huge city named Metropolis a dictator named Grant Warbern has taken the city into his evil hands. He has arrested, tortured, and killed many citizens just, because he simply didn't like them. The city and it's dwellers disgusted him and now he's trying to "fix it" or "clean it up"...if "cleaning up" means killing innocent people, then he's doing a good job. No....something's gotta give. A secluded group of abnormally athletic free runners band together. These guys were rebels in the past and were taken in to be experimented on to become the next super soldier. They some how escaped and came together to make this group called The Runners. They do whatever they must to make everything better in this city, while at the same time working to render or kill the dictator. It's been about 9 months after they have escaped and they have helped numerous people already...just not...everyone. With in those 9 months a lot of the original Runner's were killed. And it was only a matter of time until it was down to the last one, however more and more have been escaping the grasp of the dictator. They all know about the guild, and hope to become part of it. The time to find new recruits is now. They need as much help as possible to get to that dictator. (No character sheets needed) (The city of Metropolis is huge so feel free to roam) (The Runners have two bases. One in the sewers, and one in an abandoned warehouse) (Have fun! :D) Stealth sat a top a building casually waiting for a certain recruit that told him to meet that person there. Stealth didn't know what to expect. This was the first time he had every recruited someone. But he was eager to see what skills this one had. He watched the city. "Such a beautiful place...and that damn dictator is ruining it," he said to himself. Stealth looked up at the huge sky scraper that was being made in the center of the city. Must be one of the dictator's new offices. No one knows where he actually lives yet...not even the runners. He would've been dead by now if they knew. He shook his head and awaited the recruit. What's taking you so long? he though to himself.