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 Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:45 pm
The matter of how he got in was simple, actually... he didn't. He had someone else do it for him- there was a friend of his in the Guild Registry building that happened to have access to the records and information files. He most definitely hoped that no one would notice- he wouldn't be the one touching them, and they would only be observed, copied, and remembered.
Nothing would be destroyed or anything of the like, so there was no harm, no foul.
But as far as the state of the records, they were clean, though they still could have been assumed by someone else entirely. Identity thefts were still rampant these days, and this guy wouldn't put it past Yarneth to do such things- not in the least.
He recorded instances of the company's files as he had them dictated to him over the phone from his hotel room, copying certain points of note and interest into a PDA that he carried around on his person. He'd have to commit it all to memory later, but for now it was the way to go.
In any event, he had to check the Forums next- see if there were any instances of some sort of shift in power, be it money, resources, manpower, or anything else. He was also looking for the date when the original Yaits was kidnapped- if such a thing were availible...
But for that, he actually had to leave the hotel, and as he did so, he checked his room. There, in the safe, was a .40 caliber Beretta 9000S- it had sufficient enough stopping power while being small enough to be unnoticable.
Picking up two extra clips and stowing them away in special holders in his coat, he went off, thus prepared for any... unfortunate run-ins.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 5:01 pm
Scrolling through the newspaper records would turn up some interesting information, even if the job was time consuming, boring, and mega-tedious.
The scoop was that the original Yaits was kidnapped twenty years ago, at the age of ten, on April 1st. It was known as the April Fools Day kidnapping, but it wasn't a prank, the ten year old Edward Yaits III was never heard from again. Story after story reported no leads on the case, the child was never found, and no one knew where he went.
It would be hard to find much in the Forums, except for stock records showing a massive amount of money made on incredibly lucky trades and superbly well timed speculation. Over fifty billion made on the stock market with even more funds funneled through dummy corporations. It was all done with unparrelled skill, with no hard evidence of ill gotten information or insider trading. As the perp had used his shape-shifting abilities to get information, and then speculated using what he had learned. the trading had slowly come to a halt about a week ago, coinciding with the time Yaits Corporation had finished its headquaters and had gained the assets it needed to sustain itself competitively.
It was also no secret that Yaits Corp donated over 2 billion credits to the order of Charitable monks. An extremely sizeable donation.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:35 pm
EdwardYaitsIII The scoop was that the original Yaits was kidnapped twenty years ago, at the age of ten, on April 1st. It was known as the April Fools Day kidnapping, but it wasn't a prank, the ten year old Edward Yaits III was never heard from again. Story after story reported no leads on the case, the child was never found, and no one knew where he went. Yes, he considered to himself with a smirk. It's just like the Commander said- no traces or evidence of his whereabouts. This guy here is most definitely an imposter, that's for sure. All I need to know is the last known whereabouts... but it says nothing about it here... EdwardYaitsIII It would be hard to find much in the Forums, except for stock records showing a massive amount of money made on incredibly lucky trades and superbly well timed speculation. Over fifty billion made on the stock market with even more funds funneled through dummy corporations. It was all done with unparrelled skill, with no hard evidence of ill gotten information or insider trading. As the perp had used his shape-shifting abilities to get information, and then speculated using what he had learned. the trading had slowly come to a halt about a week ago, coinciding with the time Yaits Corporation had finished its headquaters and had gained the assets it needed to sustain itself competitively. It was also no secret that Yaits Corp donated over 2 billion credits to the order of Charitable monks. An extremely sizeable donation. Tch... s**t, nothing here but the obvious, he cursed to himself. There was nothing here but stock records, though the man behind Yaits Corporation was extremely lucky these days. Then again, for a reconnaisance agent, there was no such thing as coincidence... or luck, either.
So when he read the information on the Order of Charitable Monks, his eyes narrowed dangerously. That is an awful lot of money for a mere humanitarian effort... It's more of an act of direct funding than a "sizable donation". I don't trust this Order, or this man pretending to be Yaits. It looks like I'll have to look into it a bit more.
However, he did not forego his main objective, and would ask a few well-placed questions while investigating the Yaits Corp. branch tomorrow. However, all this would have to be done the next day- he needed rest, and the sun was low on the horizon. So he put the newspaper and the books on the stock market findings back where they belonged, said his thanks, and left.
Damn... nothing of relevance on the first day, besides this goddamn Order of Charitable Monks. This'll be harder than expected.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 5:41 am
Terran had since closed off his deliveries and decided to go have a smoke outside the Forum. Mind you, his mind was still on dilusions of adventure. He wanted nothing more than to get a little bit of action into his life again. "...Six months..."
Outside the Forum, Terran stood side by side with an older man, an old soldier from the Robo-wars. He was a hillbilly in every fashion, from his attire, blue corderoy overalls, a red/green plaid button-up, corncob pipe and a splayed, straw hat. In the pipe was cherry tobacco. Not good for the lungs, but, as the old man would say, 'good for the soul.'
The two traded stories about adventures in war and of urban combat. Terran liked the old man. He seemed incredibly wise to him.
"Ye'know..." The old man began every story the same way, "...when I was about your age, (now, Terran is a vampire-esque golem, to find out. But more on that later. He appears to be early twenties.) I used to be the captain of the Barton 52nd Brig'de. We were a highly toon'd force of combat... Lemme tell you sonny, we were kings of in'filteration. We were in charge of all them maj'r sneaky type missions. Back then, we di'nt have your submarine masheen guns or any other fancy stuff..."
Terran just smiled. He heard this story a thousand times. Every time it changed. But it was always a great one.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 10:46 am
The Vampire sighed, taking a drag off of his Cigarette. "...I really miss my old job, you know?"
The old man 'hyuk'ed and looked about, taking a good couple puffs. "Ye got no eye fer people, like yer wife does. Ye see things for the way they look. She sees more then ye. Like fer instance, I can tell you a militr'eh man frum a ma'hl away..." It would be now that a tallish man wearing a brown longcoat and black jeans with boots of the same color. "Tha' man right therr is defininitally sum militury folk. Not yur reg'uh'lur type... might be yur kindah person, Terran." The old man looked up in a suggestive manner, as if to say 'go get'em'.
Terran looked up fast, seeing the man in question. He was holding himself very high, with oustanding posture and grand care for his appearance. It lead Terran to agree that this guy was probably a true blue military. And Terran was gonna follow him to make sure he got this chance. Getting back to work would be heavenly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:31 pm
He didn't notice the men as he walked by him; however, he did hear them talking. His face remained calm and neutral, as if the conversation did not appeal to him in the least, which it did not. His thoughts were how best to get the information from the Yaits Corproration office without causing too much of a fuss- or perhaps a big enough fuss that he would not be blamed for any of the chaos.
Either tactic would be fine- one would be riskier; but reconnaisance-by-force was always a tried and true method. Still, he went with the first one in his mind; it seemed the most logical course of action.
And just as he completed the thought, he heard someone following him. He decided to take a bit of a walk to "refresh himself", heading towards the back alleys and side streets. If this were someone from Yarneth's organization, it would lead to disaster if he lead the man straight to his hotel room. He had to get rid of him in some form or fashion.
Besides, it had been a while since he had played cat and mouse. Except the guy behind him would end up as the mouse before this was over.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:02 am
Street Cloths
No Paint
Camo Index -5%
Terran knew if he were military and not just some twerp who carried himself as such, he would definitely notice him. And he did. Which was obvious from his sudden alley-duck. Now, it was Terran experiance that anyone worth chasing is probably packing a weapon of some kind. And in Gaia, it was probably a ******** sword. Terran hated swords. Griff's facination for the weapon astounded the hell out of him. Primative and useless.
Right. So. The man. Terran followed him into the backalleyway, knowing full well that there was more than likely to be combat by the end of this whole bit. Terran didn't need that. He followed the man as far as he could, the man not having taken any abrupt or difficult-to-follow actions or anything of that sort.
Terran was the cat.
He hoped.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 10:21 am
Left, right, left twice. He moved faster, still hearing the man behind him. Left, right twice, straight on until another left turn... and the man's body blurred almost out of sight as he rounded the corner. By the time Terran would look, the man would be gone...
Hopefully, he had enough speed and random turns to get him off his tail and find out who he was. Of course, if the tactic were too simple, he could always try a few others.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 12:13 pm
The blurring was enough to leave Terran lost for a second or two, but not enough to make him stop thinking. "Damn. This guy is good..." The red eyed vampire looked about for a second, trying to come up with a way to keep following. It would probably just as the agent was thinking he was alone that he'd come up with a solution. "Ah. I got it."
Now, a concept of magery is experimentation. And it would be exactly that that Terran would preform. "...Scan, maybe?" And then it sorta hit him like a fish. If this guy was living, he would definitely leave behind a heat signature. Hell, even a zombie or puppet would leave behind a trace. Something that could be followed. So, Terran did just that. Heat and Scan, combined.
[ Terran learned ThermoSight ]
For the time being Terran's pupils changed a great deal, and he saw as if he looked through Thermal Goggles. Most of the world was black and blue, except for the ground a few feet infront of him. Footprints. Terran grinned. "Perfect." Terran followed suite.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:51 pm
The footprints would end at the last place the man had turned... which would mean that he either had the ability to vanish, or...
"Who are you," a voice echoed throughout the alley. "Why do you have such a keen interest in where I go and what I do? Choose your awnser carefully, stranger..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 10:47 pm
Terran killed the spell. It wouldn't do him any good now. "An underground. Someone kind of like you. Except that I have no leader, no mission, and no one to help. And to be honest..." Terran turned about, just looking about. "...I want to be a merc again. And I'd be ready to fight for that privilage again."
Terran sounded... not desperate, not remotely. Instead it sounded damned determined, as if if he were evaded he'd continue to search this guy down to follow him to an agency or somesuch facility.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 11:11 pm
"...So you're someone without a leader or organization... a gun for hire and mercenary who's lost all sense of purpose." The man's voice, still bouncing off the walls, sounded amused, as if the fact that this guy was a mercenary was beyond the point. But the fact that he could even follow him thus far was impressive- perhaps he could use him in tomorrow's search for information.
"You ever heard of an Edward Yaits III," the man said, now effectively behind Terran. He had soundlessly crossed from one rooftop to another, jumped down from behind, landed on the balls of his feet silently as if he were some cat, and had thus effectively flanked him.
Military, nothing... this man was more.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 5:23 am
Hugin the Raven Military, nothing... this man was more.
"...Edward Yaits...Yaits... Yeah. Yeah, I know that name. Edward Yaits III. Didn't he get kidnapped a few decade ago or somethin'? I think I was sixteen when I heard about that. The April Fools kidnapping, right? What about him?" Terran had turned in the hopes of facing this man for the purpose of the conversation.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 8:41 am
"There happens," he said as if giving a briefing, "To be an imposter within the higher echelons of the newly dubbed Yaits Corporation- a man posing as Yaits himself. The sudden appearance of this man without any investigation, leads, or even an account of where he was holed up during these past few years is evidence of it. Unfortunately, it's not enough evidence to oust him from his current position.
What my current mission is," he continued, reciting the orders given to him, "Is to find the current whereabouts of the original Yaits, dead or alive, and bring back the proof that there's been a fraud and major theft of identity either way."
He looked Terran over and asked, "Do you have any other tricks besides the one you used to follow my position?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:12 am
Terran remained still. He knew this feeling of being examined. "Tactical, defensive, or offensive? In terms of my 'class'," to which he refered to as a fighter's class. "...I am a Pyrobrawler. I know several fire heat related moves, like what I used to track you for so long. I'm also a damned good sniper, if it means anything to you. Not just sniper rifles. Handguns and everything else. I could snipe someone down at the fountain if I were sitting on the Forum building with an Mk22."
Terran would leave out that that actually happened.
"As for information gathering, I've got a little bit of an informant chain, but they might not be of much use in this instance. I usually get any important information ASAP." Terran seemed to be thinking of what exactly he had to offer. "Never been too bad at... forceful interogation, either."
He'd leave out that that happened, too.
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