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 Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 7:36 pm
 x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
Hearing the answer, she looked at him and bit her lip lightly, thinking of something to say. "If you think so, Jon... Then that's your opinion, and that's why you did it. Don't regret the choice you make in life. Learn from them," she said softly before taking a sip from her coffee, relinquishing the taste of it. She had strange taste buds, and oddly enjoyed coffee. Then again, being a traceur, one learns to enjoy coffee, due to its caffeine content.
Hearing his comment, she turned to the window to see Cameron tapping on the glass. Her eyebrows furrowed curiously before she crossed the room and opened up the window, letting him in quickly before closing it and locking it behind her. She then made her way back to the table and sat down, taking sips from her coffee. "Cameron, this is Jon, my partner for my current job. Jon, this is Cameron, son of the woman who sheltered my family when we had to run from CPF forces," she said, introducing the two to one another as she took another sip of her coffee. "Where's my sister, Cam?" she asked him curiously as she took another sip of coffee.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 7:42 pm
"Hello to you too." Cameron said to Brigitte, grinning. He liked her, despite the fact she seemed rather cold toward him.
He sat down without being invited, putting the messenger bag down.
"I wish I could tell ya." he said, shrugging. "I really do. But I don't know. I was being bitched at to keep going, so I had to leave you guys on the roof and head off. I didn't know you guys got separated." he said truthfully, looking at her with a bit of concern. He also liked Valentine, though more as a sister, and a friend.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 8:11 pm
Anthony looked at the men who were now ready for the mission and nodded to them, "Traceur units, follow me by roof top and Ranger units follow us by car. Move!" he ordered. Anthony led the men disguised as traceurs onto the roof. He started jumping from building to building with the men following him, leading them to the only safe houses he remembered. At each safe house, he had two or three men stay behind until it was down to him and a man under the code name Weasel. They stopped and tapped on the same window Cameron had just entered. Quicksilver and Weasel would be posing as new traceurs who needed a place to lay low and avoid the CPF.
Quicksilver smiled and waved. Having left behind any identification or indication he was a CPF officer, there would be no way for these traceurs to know who he was unless they had seen a picture of him from his own traceur days, "Hello." he said.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:25 am
Sam wasn't particularly happy someone so much younger than him was made a captain, that he had to disguise himself as a traceur, or that his codename was Weasel. He brooded over these things as he changed into the outfit for his undercover identity. When he and the others were ready, they left, traveling by rooftop. Sam followed silently, developing his undercover identity. Each stop mean less units. This pattern kept up until it was down to Sam and the Captain. They stopped and waited for entry to the safe house.
Following the Captain's lead, Sam 'Weasel' smiled and waved, "Hey." Sam, like Anthony, tapped on the glass. He studied those inside. Known traceurs, "Can we come inside?" he called loud enough for those inside to hear. He recognized the men, Sam didn't know where he recognized the men from, but he recognized them. The girl was a stranger to him. Cameron and Jon. Those were the names of the men. Sam knocked a second time.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 11:46 am
"So how's our little assassin doing?" Hessler asked, arriving at the back of a CPF marked van. They had set up in front of the YamanoTech building to do clean up, the bullet holes and the blood spatter would pose a conversational topic that he they didn't want to discuss. "Sir, we have him on the CCTV, following alongside him now," replied one of Hessler's advisors.
"Great! Any information on his identity?"
"Yes, once we found out his real name, we found a plethora of interesting facts."
"Well don't be shy! Just spit it out!"
"Ray Manners, aka. Roman, was a businessman prior to the corporation regulatory change. He went bankrupt, and then disappeared for a year, which he resurfaced as a traceur. He's not really a messenger however, we have internal documents that prove that he was hired by our side to 'eliminate' certain obstacles. He merely blends into the crowd by doing a few deliveries here and there."
"What? So he's a government agent? Although, it does explain the security discrepencies from the riots."
"More like a government hired hitman. He has no ties to any organization, if you pay well, he would even do a hit for you."
"Well, why does he need so much money?" Hessler stood up, gathering his thoughts.
"We found out that his 'Master' was gravely injured and is in intensive care at the North Hospital. You might remember the man, one of the original traceurs: 'Vulcan', you gave him the injury."
"Ahh, Vulcan, he was a thorn in my side for years! Who would have thought? So he needs money to pay for the hospital bill." Hessler stood up, looking over to the CCTV monitors in the van, "do we have the trap ready?"
"Been ready for an hour."
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Roman ran through the back alleyways of the city, hoping not to be found by a CPF patrol. This district of the city was heavily populated, so there were crowds he could blend in to. Exiting the alleyway, Roman felt his wound open up, giving him a sharp pain on his stomach. Taking one of the morphine syringes, he stabbed himself in his leg, emptying the syringe. It should take effect soon, so he only had to bear with the pain for a few seconds. "Get out of there Roman!" His handler yelled, the advertisement boards in the district all lit up, displaying a news reporter: "We bring breaking news regarding the murder of Senator Preston during the November riots last year. CPF officials have found conclusive evidence..." Roman quickly left the streets and walked into a small strip mall, trying to get to the other side as quickly as possible. "The suspects name is Ray Manners, 5'11 - 6'1, Male, medium build, as seen by the photo. The CPF are offering fifty-thousand credit bounty to assist the CPF on apprehending the suspect. He is armed and dangerous..." Roman ran through the mall, dodging civilians as he ran by.
"There he is!" pointed a man, calling over to nearby CPF riot police.
"s**t, not again..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:46 pm
x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
She frowned at Cameron as she finished off her coffee and stretched, shaking her head. "I left her with you to do this job... She'll get herself into trouble..." she said, looking down at her empty coffee cup, thinking. She rarely left her sister's side, especially after their mom was killed and Renee was scarred by it. It was a dangerous thing, after all... The girl had blocked off almost all memory of it. In her opinion, they never really had a mom... She had merely disappeared one day, and Brigitte was her protector. She ran her fingers through her hair. Now was not the time for thinking such negative thoughts... Her sister would be safe, right?
Hearing tapping once more, her eyes focused up to the window, where she spotted two new men, noting their arrival. Most traceurs didn't wait to enter a safe house, and merely entered. This made her curious, and she rose, hesitantly, and crossed the room, unlocking the window once more. "Who are you two and what do you want?" she asked in a harsh tone, standing there looking the two men over. One was clearly younger than the other, and she wondered what type of business they were on, to bother others in a safe house as they were doing.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:54 pm
 x . R e n e e . P i e r c e . x
o . V a l e n t i n e . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . s a p p h i r e . e y e s +
The last thing she remembered was parting ways with Cameron and her sister to report to a run she had been called on. But that run was a set up, her partner, an under cover CPF fiend that had mistaken her for her sister. But, he corrected that quickly, and merely shot her in the side, making it harder for her to move. He had spared her life, only to make sure that she would live to get her sister fired up more... Wanting more revenge... Wanting more of a reason to execute Monet when they finally caught her...
Her movements were sloppy, and everything caused her pain. She had been running away for some time now, and now found herself downtown, nearing a known safe house. She entered, sloppily, through the door, and came to a roll on the floor. There were voices in the room... Voices she recognized, and others that she didn't. But, the two voices she did recognize were enough to make her smile. "Monet? Cameron? I'm glad I found you guys," she managed to mutter as she stood, finally able to calm herself... Finally feeling the true pain of the wound, and one she had not realized was there. The guy had managed to clip her thigh with a bullet, and she made the connection as to why she had been so sloppy... Had almost fallen so many times... "Got into a bit of a scrape," she said, putting on her best face, so as to not scare her friends.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 1:45 pm
Jon watched Cam come in and begin talking to Monet, nooding at Cam when Monet introduced the two of them. They sat chatting away for a bit longer and Jon lit another cigarette, sitting in silence, contemplating what Monet had said, the choices he had made in life were already made, he couldn't change them now. He could only use the experience he gained from making those decisions to make better ones in the future.
Looking up when the window was knocked upon once again. Seeing two guys outside, Jon thought 'How wierd, shouldnt they have just come in?' Turning around, Jon said quietly into his mike, "Tray, two guys have just turned up at the safe house, but they knocked instead of just coming in. Got my guts going for some reason. Can you do a check on them?"
Responding, Tray said "Yeah I'll see what i can do. You got a desciption for me Jon?"
"Yeah, The first one is about 6 tall, shoulder length white hair, dark eyes. the second one has black hair is roughly the same hieght with a red bandana and black or blue eyes... That enough?" Jon reeled off, hoping he wouldn't have to continue. The pair were in the safe house now and might have heard him.
"Yeah thats enough I think Jon. I'll get in contact wether I find anything out or not. Tray replied before signing off for the moment.
As he turned round, Jon slyly took the safety off of his CPF issue holster that contained his pistol. His gut told him he may be needing it soon...
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 2:03 pm
Roman ducked into another building, smashing through a glass door with his shoulder. Bullets ricocheted behind him, tearing up the cement staircase. "I think I need an explanation!" Roman yelled into his microphone, reaching over his shoulder firing a few bullets at the riot police. Running down the hallway, he kicked down a wooden door, splinters hitting his face as he ran into a sectioned room, "I mean, at least let me in to the situation, so I know why I'm going to die today."
"You're not going to die, Roman."
"Says you, I'm being chased by at least fifty officers and I'm bleeding out from the stomach."
"Fine. Give me a moment."
Roman reloaded his pistol, he was glad he took at the ammo they provided in the supply cache. Firing out the door, he kept the riot police at bay. They only carried a Colt M1911, and a ballistic shield. Wait-- M1911? That's what I'm using...
"Roman."
"Yes?"
"We've decided to tell you the entire truth, maybe it would spur you to life if you heard it."
"Well, hurry up!" Roman yelled, shooting an officer in the head, "I need some motivation."
"Well... I am the Director in Chief of Security of this city."
"Security? You mean you're Senator Bard? You mean I've been doing jobs for the government this whole time? That's not actually motivation."
"Yes. We've been working on undercover operations regarding a militant coup de tat."
"Militant coup? Who the hell would try that?"
"Nathan Hessler."
"Wait a second, you mean the Hessler that you told me not to kill?"
"Yes. We don't have an solid evidence that he is trying to take over the city. Not until we can safely assemble all the evidence that you and other traceurs have been carrying today."
"You mean, this ticking time bomb on my back?"
"Yes."
"If you're a government official, why are the CPF shooting at me?"
"We believe that Hessler has spies the majority of the CPF branches, if we were to leak that information to the CPF, it would allow Hessler to clue into our plans."
"So why doesn't Hessler just take over now? He has his own make-shift army."
"There are too many CPF officers, he would need a simultaneous strike to take over the city. If he striked now, he would be spread too thin. So he plans to take over the CPF."
"I think I've heard enough, I'll help you take out Hessler... Under some conditions."
"Name them."
"One, you pay for my Masters treatment. Two, you let me disappear after, no questions asked."
"Deal."
"Great, then I have no problems," Roman ran into the hallway, firing two shots down the hall. Diving into another room, he jumped out of the window. "Okay then, time to lose the blues... Now how do I get downtown?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 2:04 pm
Asuka sat, uncomfortably, in the car, parked on a downtown road. He was in the passenger seat, with a Ranger Officer seated in the driver's. They had driven across the whole city, following the captain lead the traceur group to various safehouses within the city. Finally, they had come to a stop here.
Both dressed in their everyday clothes, as per orders of the newly recruited captain. This seemed to have ticked the Officer off, as Asuka noted him repeatedly muttering curses to himself and taking long drags on the cigarette he held. Though Asuka too found the sudden promotion a surprise, he did not gave it any other merit. It meant nothing to him anyway.
Though he worked with the Rangers, he was not directly affiliated with them. Since the Rangers were a separate group within the CPF, the higher ups thought it should be necessary to put an operative to assist the Rangers, as a way of symbolizing the sign of friendship. Or saying that we don't trust you enough to let you do your job unwatched. Asuka laughed at his own little joke. And here he was, seated beside another Ranger Operative and with the new captain Anothony posing as a traceur on the adjacent building.
Asuka averted his face as the officer blew out another smoke ring, intently listening for any messages on his headset.
((Anidzuki and explodingstaples; Sorry if what I posted messed up any plans you had for the RP sweatdrop . I just looked for a believable way for my character to enter the RP.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 2:23 pm
Cam looked over, sighing as more arrived. This wasn't good. The more the merrier, some said.
Well, it was actually, the more there was, the less safe they were. A gathering of people like this was easily detected.
He turned when he heard Valentine walk in. He smiled at her. "There you are. Jeez, Brigitte nearly had a heart attack. Sorry about having to split like that, I was given a direct order. It won't happen again." he apologized with a sheepish grin. Then a noise caught his ear. A slight click. He looked at Jon, knowing that's where the sound came from. It sounded like a switch being turned off. But he was standing alone, away from any, and his hand was at his side.
Then it hit him. Jon had turned the safety off on his gun. Something made Jon nervous...and by extension, Cam nervous. He turned to the new arrivals, putting his hands behind his back. One hand lifted his shirt, revealing the stolen handgun he'd taken from the CPF officer. Casually, so as to not give away his plan, he spoke to them.
"Never seen you guys around before. New runners, that's always good to know. What's your numbers, by the way? Just so I can know if I'm ever gunna run with you guys." he asked. Of course, that was a lie. There was no such thing as an ID number for traceurs. If these men said something...
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:02 pm
Idiot! Why didn't you remember that?! Anthony cursed himself mentally, "We're new. I'm quicksilver, this is Weasel. He pissed some cops off in town and we need a place to lay low." he said, using a siren that he heard to help his story, "I would have come in, but this is the first safe house we've been to since we started last week. Sorry." he grinned, making a sheepish face. He came in, with the man he had brought close behind. They looked around, Anthony with obvious excitement.
"This is so cool, man, right Weasel?" he asked with a smile, "Do you guys, like, live here? ID numbers? What are you talking about bro?" he asked, hoping they hadn't started giving out traceur IDs. Anthony was using a Californian surfer voice while he was talking as part of his character. He was Steven 'Quicksilver' Ericson now. Sam nodded, "Yeah mate, it's so cool." he said with an Australian accent. Sam had developed his character in a matter of seconds and would have to stick to it no matter what. He looked around, "And you pissed of that cop you wanker!" he said, joking around with Anthony as part of the character. Sam felt uneasy about the way the traceurs were watching them, but he smiled and laughed anyways.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:08 pm
Fallen_Shinku ((Anidzuki and explodingstaples; Sorry if what I posted messed up any plans you had for the RP sweatdrop . I just looked for a believable way for my character to enter the RP.)) [I didn't have any plans for the Rangers, not yet anyway, not sure about explodingstaples]
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:10 pm
"Really?" Cameron asked, going along with the lie about ID numbers, hoping the others would. He felt around his pistol, trying to see how he'd carried it. By what he could feel, with the hammer back, he had left it in Condition Zero: that is, gun cocked and loaded, with the safety on.
He eyed the man with the Australian accent. There was a tone to it that seemed...off. And he'd never seen an Australian in this city before. He looked over at Anthony.
"Usually, when you start out on your first job, your contact gives you a number. For example, my contact gave me the number 416." he said, looking at Sam now.
"And how did you get here, my Australian comrade? I've never heard of any in this city...didn't think you guys were allowed off the island." he said, gripping the handle of the 1911. Something was really fishy about these guys. Well, there was two of them...and he had eight shots.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:21 pm
x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
The moment she heard the voice, she turned, looking over to see familiar blue eyes and gray-colored hair. She ran over, pulling her sister's arm over her shoulders and leading her to the sofa, where he laid her down. "What the hell did you do to yourself! What happened? You're supposed to be more careful..." she scolded her sister as she lifted the shirt to reveal the bullet wound. She sighed, looking at the blood on her fingertips, looking up to the blue eyes of her sister. She didn't like seeing Renee in pain... Hurt... Bleeding. She pulled out her butterfly knife and slit open the girl's pants, looking at the wound on her thigh, frowning. She knew her sister wouldn't be able to move as well like this, and it worried her that her sister could get into trouble.
Moving quickly, she grabbed a first aid kit and began to dress the wounds, not really paying attention to the others in the room as she continued fixing her sister up. "Be more careful next time..." she said softly finishing up fixing her sister up as she stood back up and looked her over. She did a bad job again...She failed in protecting her again... x . R e n e e . P i e r c e . x
o . V a l e n t i n e . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . s a p p h i r e . e y e s +
"Sorry, sis..." she said sheepishly as she watched her sister dress her wounds. She knew she worried Brigitte a lot, and she never meant to... It was just one of those things she was good at... Getting into trouble. "There have been a lot of undercover CPF acting as traceurs... I was unlucky enough to fall into that pithole..." she said as she hissed a little, feeling the hydrogen peroxide burning on her skin. She looked up at Cameron and the others, wondering who they all were. Listening to the guys talking, she frowned. The other two seemed strange, out of place, but she wasn't one to judge. Traceurs were normally strange ones, right?
"Guys, stop harrassing the newbies. Everyone was like that once, right?" she said after her sister finished dressing her wounds, standing up, wincing a little and walking over to the two new guys. "Quicksilver and Weasel, hm? I'm Valentine. Nice to meet ya."
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