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 Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:34 pm
Sam looked at Cameron, "What? Oh, my grandparents got jobs on a boat and didn't go back to it when they got here." he shrugged, lying easily. That was the only way for anyone to sneak out in that time. Since then the CPF had majorly beefed up security, as far as Sam knew, "Grew up hiding my accent, so sometimes it doesn't sound right, even to me, did you notice that?" he asked innocently, leaving the questions about ID numbers to the captain, who knew more about traceurs, "Hey shela! You okay?" he asked, feigning concern. Anthony shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about bro. I've never heard of those, man." he shrugged. Anthony could tell it was getting tense in the room, but he played it cool. Weasel had a gun and Anthony was not allowing himself to die until after he got paid and enjoyed his money. So, he acted like nothing was wrong, "Hey, are you okay? CPF guys undercover huh? Can they sink any lower?" he said disgustedly. ((No botched plans. Glad to have another Ranger for help =]))
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:40 pm
Cam frowned at the two. There was something definitely not right about them. The door had been unlocked, but they didn't just tap on the window to announce their presence. They had knocked, waiting.
"Alright...answer me this, then." he challenged. This was a burning question he had...there was no outward indication of them being traceurs. For all they knew, they were just civilians.
"If you two are new, and none of us have seen you before...how did you know we were traceurs?" he asked. The table with his bag on it was out of sight of the window. Something was definitely up with them...and unless the safehouse was one run by a contact, other traceurs usually never knew when a safehouse was in use or not. Someone had to have given them information...something another traceur or contact would not know. He tightened the grip on the M1911's handle, feeling the checkered pattern. A disconnected thought came to his mind that this gun must be a custom one, not standard issue.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:48 pm
"416? Mines 418." Jon piped in, seeing what Cameron was up to, these guys would know that no such thing as a Traceur ID existed if they were genuine, and as Cameron continued talking, this time to the 'autralian', Jon noticed that he had never heard of any Australians in this city before either...
Remembering that he had cocked his gun before they set off, Jon was glad he had just taken the safety off. The full magazine would be useful but in the now cramped safe house he would be in too much danger of hitting one of his true comrades in the confusion. Looking over at Valentine meaningfuly as Cam and the two strangers continued conversing, he motioned for her to go into the next room.
Leading the way, Jon turned and said, "I trust you because you are Monets sister but don't take that for granted, okay?" Continueing, Jon said "There's something dodgy going on with these two, as you can probably tell, but we need to ascertain exactly what thier deal is before we act. You think you can help us out?" As Jon finished, he searched her face for any sign that as to wether she would help or not
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:59 pm
Anthony looked at Cameron, "You told us dude." he smiled, "We didn't know you were traceurs until you started talking about running with us man." he said with a smile, "We were just looking for a place to crash and you started talking about running, that's how we knew bro." Anthony laughed, Dodged that bullet, literally, he thought. They were dangerously close to being found out, but Anthony wasn't panicking, he couldn't afford to. They were too heavily outnumbered.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:03 pm
"So instead of going to one of the hundreds of hotels and motels in this city, which have rooms so cheap even a homeless man can pay for them, you chose to use a broken fire escape, climb across some balconies, and then knock on a random window? Excuse me if I don't believe you." Cam said, drawing the handgun. To his surprise, it was a custom handgun. "I suggest you two get out of here." he added, snapping off the safety from the gun and holding it rock steady pointed at Anthony. He made a quick motion with the barrel, as if telling him to leave.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:08 pm
Times passed on. Asuka check his watch. Fifteen minutes had passed since they last heard anything from the captain. Asuka was getting tensed. The car was becoming stuffy. And the idiot here smoking doesn't help, Asuka thought.
Opening the door, Asuka stepped out, making sure he brought his Ingrams, Raging Bull, and a few magazines. He didn't want to be out, called to provide backup and then forget to bring his tools from the car.
"Hey where you going!?" the officer shouted, clearly irritated.
"To the washroom," Asuka replied promptly, a clear lie. But that didn't seem to bother the officer, as he was already back to his ranting, mumbling, and cursing.
Asuka walked swiftly into the building.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:27 pm
Sam drew his handgun and pointed it at Cam, "Nothing personal, mate, but that's my friend you're pointing that gun at." he said sternly, "Now let's all put the guns down and trust each other for five minutes. We don't have any money. Haven't for a couple of days. So we were hoping to find someone who would take us in until the cops showed up, then we were plan on moving on." he said.
Sam didn't want to shoot anybody, he would rather take them alive, but he would die to protect his superiors, "We got lucky. Do the math, wanker." he said, cold fury on his face. It was in his voice, showing through his fake accent. Anthony whipped out his pipe and swung it a couple times, "Calm down, bro." he said to both Cameron and Sam, "We don't want to kill anyone man, we just want a place to crash." he said, trying to be the voice of reason. This could blow their cover, so he was doing everything in his power to calm them down, "Let's not go ballistic bro."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:30 pm
Roman decided to stay on ground level, he didn't want to give away any other traceur locations while being chased. Ducking behind a sign, bullets tore through it, hitting a nearby electrical box, sparks flying everywhere Roman used the flash to slip into another building. Looking over to the sign, he recognized it from the billboard earlier, "Dr. Franz, you just saved my life!" Roman joked, "let's play with these wannabe SWAT for a second." He slowly backed into the alleyway, point his gun at the entrance.
"Amazing! 177 bullets and not a single one hit him!" Hessler watched the monitor, "as long as he stays on ground level, I get to enjoy the action." Motioning over his advisor with a simple hand gesture, "bring me some wine," he commanded, "also, the CPF seem to be useless, give them an anonymous tip on his whereabouts, will ya?" The advisor nodded, and exited the CPF van, opening up a prepaid cellphone at the same time.
"Roman, they're on to your location -- pulling officers from other districts to bring you down." Roman listened to his radio, his plan worked, this would free up movement channel for other traceurs in the city. "Well, that's good I suppose," he replied, looking at the alleyway entrance again, "got any good news?"
"Well, they started broadcasting that news report of you in every district. You're famous!"
"Ha ha, real funny," Roman sarcastically muttered, "my face on an endless broadcasting loop." A squad of CPF stormed into the alleyway, checking nearby stoops and behind every dumpster for Roman. Firing his gun, he hit a gas line, starting the men on fire -- getting up immediately, he executed the remaining CPF officers, they didn't deserve a slow death.
"We've contacted the other traceurs, they're going to meet up, I'll contact you with details, just continue what you're doing."
"Roger."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:30 pm
Cam cleared his throat before speaking. "Well, that's too bad. Something's a little off about you two. I don't go waltzing up to random houses looking for a place to stay. Now..." he shifted his aim to Sam, or more specifically, Sam's gun.
"Here's the deal. I can shoot the gun from your hand, then put a bullet into your foot there." he nodded to Anthony. "Or you can both back out of this house right now, and find a place to stay with someone that's not a paranoid guy...with a gun. Like I said, something feels off...and I don't want to wake up with my wallet stolen." he said, motioning again for them to leave.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:42 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 +
"Fine, thank you," she said with a nod of her head as she extended her hand to shake theirs, hearing Quicksilver's comment, laughing a little. It was true. CPF were scum. Like Cameron said earlier, traceurs have to stay together, right? And sure, maybe she was a bit too trusting at times, but it was because she truly did believe that people were innately good, and could always change, if anything.
Hearing Cameron questioning them, she looked at him curiously. Surely, Cameron was usually trusting, but if even he was feeling a strange vibe from these two men, there had to be a good reason, why, right? Seeing the other man indicating she follow him, she did so, into a different room, where she listened to his proposition. She thought about it a moment before smiling gently. "People like to say I'm a bit too trusting... It's why I get myself into trouble so often... But if I didn't trust anyone, it'd be worse, wouldn't it? I'm giving them a chance. I understand what you're saying, and I never uncover more information than need be, so you have nothing to worry about," she reassured the man before turning back to go to the room.
Seeing Cameron's gun pointed at the two, she glanced a small apologetic look at her sister before approaching the two men. "I'll show you guys over to somewhere you can stay, alright? That way, everyone wins," she said with a smile as she indicated they leave. After all, having so mnay traceurs in one area was a dangerous thing... Lessening that large number would be a good idea...  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 her sister confide her name to the two men, she frowned, shaking her head. She was too trusting... Too easily swayed by other's and the "good" she saw in them. Hearing both Cameron and Jon chime in a number, she followed suit. "ID number 407 here," she said in a serious voice, her eyes still cautious as she looked at the two men. She saw Jon motion towards her sister and watched as the two disappeared, wondering what it was about. Perhaps Jon was going to scold her abotu her openness. She grinned inwardly. No one would make her sister change her friendly ways... No one could make her less of an optimist. It was just how she was...
However, it was difficult for her to merely stand there as she watched Renee step up and offer to take the two strangers to a different place. Although CPF couldn't technically do anything to a traceur unless they disobeyed orders or fought back, she was still worried. Stepping up, she looked lovingly at her sister before turning to the two men, a cold look on her face. "If you betray my sister in any way, I promise you that you will not live to see another day... And believe me, I have my ways to find people, and I remember faces really well," she said, shooting a warning glance at the two men before looking at her sister. "You be careful... Keep your guard up, okay? I'll see you at home..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:52 pm
Hearing the commotion in the front room, Jon entered and drew his gun, pointing it straight at the stranger who had called himself Weasel. "Now listen here, you may have heard about a CPF officer being thrown off a roof not far from here last night. I happen to know that he was a father, a husband and a brother. And I still had no problem throwing him from that roof. I would feel no worse about doing the same to you. Just leave quiety and we can avoid any unpleasentrys." Jon moved into the room, subconciously positioning himself in front of Monet. He knew full well that she could more than look after herself but she wa the only one who didn't yet have a gun raised to the strangers so he dint want her left defenceless.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:55 pm
Cameron didn't shift his gaze from the two men, except for once, when his eyes flickered to look at Renee for a moment. Was she mad? These two men decided to simply walk up to their safe house, and they let them in...without knowing about them. That was like letting an enemy soldier into your base. For all they knew, these guys were CPF in disguise. And they had just seen a safe house. Even if they did check out, it was now compromised.
He held his gun level still as Renee walked up to the men. "Renee..." he cautioned.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 5:21 pm
[I don't want to jinx it, but congratulations, your RP made it to the 3rd week! biggrin 4laugh cheese_whine ]
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 5:24 pm
[Oh Christ, ya jinxed it xD I hope it makes it...you know, unlike my four other unique RPs that died off on the second day.]
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 5:40 pm
"Breaking news, the fugitive Ray Manners was spotted just south of the Central Plaza. Bring to you live, footage from our news chopper...
"You got to be kidding me, a helicopter?" Roman ran into an apartment building, heading to the second level, "and a loud speaker announcing everywhere I go!" Shooting a lock, he entered a small hidden balcony where Roman remembered that he had stored some weapons for later use. "Alright, fully stocked for the next run, gotta make sure this lasts till I find my next cache." Jumping off the balcony, a group of CPF regulars spotted him, opening fire immediately. Firing back, he nailed two of the officers in the head, grinning slightly as Roman thought of how well his aim has gotten.
"As you see here from the footage earlier, the suspect killed five CPF officials in cold blood. We apologize for the graphic nature of the content. Any new updates on the suspect?"
"Yes, as you can see, the suspect is heading downtown. He is highly trained and prevents CPF officials from closing in on him. Oh my god! He just took out two officers!"
Roman ran down the street, jumping from cover to cover, three more CPF officers were on his tail. Bullets whizzed past his head, destroying everything in their path. One could only imagine the bill for the collateral damage. Looking at a nearby monitor that was the entirety of the front side of the building, he watched a bit of the footage on the screen. Turning towards the news chopper, Roman held up a peace sign, taunting them to follow him further. "Lets head into the shopping mall."
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