Closed rp
Chicago wasn't exactly home, but in a lot of ways it didn't seem that far off. Proper skyscrapers, disinterested citizens, not so intelligent criminals that were easily dealt with... A perfect place to hide, as far as Alex Mercer was concerned. It was a few weeks after the Outbreak, and he was still certain he was being tracked. Here, it'd be like trying to find a straw shaped needle in a haystack, as one late Blackwatch officer had put it. As informative as the gang member had been, he was still new to the area and thus had a lot of territory to investigate. He didn't bother to disguise himself as he wandered the streets and back alleys looking for points of interest and hiding spots for later; why would anyone bother connecting him to a dead terrorist from almost a month ago?
