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 Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 8:49 pm
The next day a boat pulled up to the Brownstone and the person in it handed Sanchez the note with Brigdet's name on it. Bridget was still sleeping when Sanchez kicked the futon a couple of times to get her awake. "Give me a moment
and have some orange juice ready." She came out from behind the screen in a very large Giant's shirt and walked over to the counter and picked up her orange juice. "Got a letter from the 'Head Honcho' from that hunter group... wants you to meet him at thier HQ.
Bridget was curious about what William Jackson wanted....best case to b***h her out again...worst case to hand her over the lycans with a posibility William just might try and kill her himself. She would be walking straight into the proverbial
"Lion's Mouth". "We'll do it but first we'll take a few precautions before I put myself in the 'Hangman's Noose' let's get started..... they gathered up several shape charges/detenators... the pistols were a version of a Glock 9mm but relied upon gas casing instead of plain standard load. The same with the shotgun plus "poppers (small capsules used for obscuring targets and movement)"
She was prepared and at the precise point above the street Sanchez went into the
water... Bridget waited 30 minutes before going into Haven.
(off to Haven)
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 1:13 pm
Sanchez picked up Bridget and they headed for the Brownstone...neither one had much to say. 40 minutes later they were home and Sanchez was parking the car.
She made it all the way to her apartment and stripped off some of the 'hardware'
she had been packing and flopped onto the couch.
Sanchez followed a little later and went to the frig to get a cold beer(lukewarm actually). They both sat up for awhile and each didn't speak they were lost in thier own thoughts and as if each read each other's mind they both excused themselves and went to thier different bedrooms and fell asleep.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 9:29 pm
It was mid-morning what Bridget woke up and she felt fine with the sleep and the fact she didn't have to shoot her way out of Haven. She did leave behind a few presents though... micro-mikes(no bigger than 1/8th of an inch in diameter). They were also passive so they didn't send a signal on thier own, which made it harder for them to be found.
Bridget ran a diagnostic trial on the mikes and they were (5by5). She went into the kitchen and cooked up some eggs and pancakes for herself and Sanchez who was downstairs checking on the car. By the time he was finished breakfast was cooked and they had an actual sit-down breakfast.
She figured so would spend the rest of the day working on some ideas in he 'work
shop'... Sanchez was going to scrounge for gasoline since electicity was still down and the gas pumps wouldn't work without it. That meant syphoning off gas from vehicles still there and that was done on foot....they did have com-links so they could keep tabs on others.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 6:29 pm
For the next week Bridget worked on some project and when she was done she smiled at Sanchez. "Think you might like this one Sanchez as they went onto the roof(it had been turned into an impromptu range) she handed him his shotgun and
asked him to fire into the tartgets that were set up.
"The problem with the shotgun has always been with vampires unless you had a slug round... try this ammo out." Sanchez loaded up the shotgun while Bridget put up another target (a steel bucket with water in it) and got of the way. Sanchez fired off a couple of rounds then came to the target and looked in the bucket... it
had been pierced but the thing that got Sanchez notice was the color of the water
in the bucket. "Thats right i can make UV buckshot for your shotgun or at least
get one of the dealers the specs.." "I've made up some 12 shells... we can test them out tonite if you want to." There was a wry smile on both thier faces.
(exit to the city)
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 10:21 pm
Sanchez parked the car and removed the distributor cap from the vehicle so it couldn't be stolen. The both Bridget and him went up the stairs to the Brownstone house and went in. As they climbed the stairs to her apartment she could see where the water marks were .... she briefly thought that maybe she should buy the whole Brownstone and fix it up for her work... she was rich enough especially
from her jobs with the Government and her and Sanchez's excursions to several of the finest jewelry stores(they would have to be fenced but that wouldn't be to hard since the computer and paperwork trail had 'unfortunately' fallen victim to the flood).
They made it up to her apartment and went in...and scanned the area for unfriendlies then relaxed... Sanchez got the beer out and they toasted each other and downed them in short order. They both stripped so they could treat the nasty cuts and bruises from that brief fight and took shots of Gamma-globlin and a tetanus booster. After that they went to thier separate sleeping quarters and fell asleep after resetting the alarms.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 9:10 pm
Bridget woke up feeling good this AM and while there heard Sanchez stumbling around in the kitchen. She waited a few minutes then got up out of bed and stretched out; loosening the kinks and sore muscles. "So what's up for breakfast...
I hope it's not one of your crazy breakfast burritos." Sanchez didn't reply and something got her hairs on the nape of her neck raised.
Bridget pulled the Glock9mm (modified) she had strapped under the nite-stand and quietly put the safety off. All her training came back to her as if it were yesterday... there appeared to be 5 people in the living room besides Sanchez.
Besides thier movement, the after-shave was different on at least those five. She couldn't just walk out there and she was damned sure they weren't going to waltz
right into her bedroom. So while they were staying out of her bedroom she got a pair of pants on and her shoulder holsters...and oh yes one more thing a flash bang grenade.
There was a slight movement at the curtain of her bedroom and the flash/bang
came flying right out into the middle of the apartment and she followed in right after it exploded. Her first two shots confirmed what she thought; they had body armor...so it would have to be head shots or thier knees if she needed someone to talk. Sanchez knocked one of the intruders into the sink and kneed him in the
genitals; taking one out of action. She put a shot thru one of the men's dark tinted
glasses and that made three.... until she blew the back of the skull off one of those remaining men; 2 left. With her superior strength she pistol whipped a man so hard Bridget felt his jaw shatter as he fell unconscious. Sanchez had taken care of his man and was free to act. The last man dropped his pistol and placed his hands behind his head with his ankels crossed. This day started off so well and already it had gone to s**t... she and Sanchez searched the bodies..living and the dead for anything and as she suspected they had none..... Spooks was all that ran
thru her mind.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 12:38 pm
She was right they were 'Spooks'. "You'll have to clean up before you leave." Was all she said but pointed to a comfy leather chair. Bridget looked at the man sitting down in the chair and 'two of his attack dogs on either side and behind him just enough to pull him safely out of harm's way.
What can i do for you Mr. ..... "what are you calling yourself these days?"asked Bridget. "Robert Symthe, sort of got rather fond of the Smythe spelling." I have a
proposition to make for you... we have some papers and documents in a safe at the Nakomoni Building. We'ld go ourselves but the building seem to be overrunning
with certain creatures as last we could get a figure there were 30. And there is the publics trust that theses things don't exist....that's were you come in.
I'll take Sanchez as my backup and you know what Mr. Symthe you'll provide logistical support as usual. You know what weapons and ammo will be provided for this... "Sanchez when they get here with the items double check the weaons and ammo." "Now there is one thing besides cleaning up my floor.... what's my
fee?" Smythe looked at Bridget and gave a wry smile..."You the free." he responded. "By the way you'll have your equipment here by late afternoon. "I wish you well #12...good hunting." and the man named Robert Symthe would be gone til the next time she was needed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 12:56 pm
The equipment came in by 13:00 hrs(they were early)but that would give her more
time to check everything out . Between Sanchez and herself, Bridget got it all doubled check and were sitting on the couch. We'll need some sleep now if we're
going to go in at dawn; so they said the good-nites and went to an uneasy sleep;
and they had a gun in the nite-stand.
The heliocopter was there right on time and Sanchez and Bridget were prepared
and they got in the 'Hughey' and it headed straight downtown in NY.
((see main street thread))
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 5:51 pm
Nika stands leaning against an unused storage building, her five foot four inches looking even more short than normal against the tall structure. There was no one around at this time of night and the silence was blessed. Her hair hung wet down around her shoulders, shining an odd blue-black in the light of the stars, her pale skin matching the white of the star's glow in the sky. She'd had a shower before coming out and smelled of flower-scented soap, the smell of clean skin underlying the more heavy scent of the soap.
She looks up towards the sky, her dark blue eyes looking almost black for a moment before the light hits them. Wrapping her arms around herself, the cold begining to seep into her body more quickly than it would have normally since she hadn't bothered to dry after her shower and her long sleeved black shirt and black jeans were damp from it. Her feet tucked into her black leather boots were probably the only warm part of her right now. Being a vampire meant being used to the chill though.
Nika hadn't fed in almost a week. Sometimes she went through stages where she'd refuse to eat for a while, sickened by her own need for the blood of other to survive. There was such destruction in her own survival.
Tugging nervously at the flared sleeves of her top she looks down at the ground for a while, lost in her thoughts as her black-painted nails pick at the stitching of her sleeve. She felt each stitch in the fabric with a blind man's touch as though she'd never seen it and it was something entirely new.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 10:34 pm
Sanchez and Bridget stopped in the driveway of the Brownstone and took the distributor cap out then went inside. They went up the stairs to her apartment and checked the door and and went in(they had put on thier body armor when they left Hunter's) and were not surprised to see Mr. Symthe and several of his 'attack
dogs' with him. "Thanks for the pickup." Bridget said sarcastically. Sanchez postioned himself so if things went 'south' he could cover Bridget. "Here's your
properity." and slid a briefcase over to Mr. Smythe along with the key to open it.
Mr. Symthe opened the case and made sure that the vault box hadn't been comprimised. Satisfied with everything he shoved over a bag and Bridget opened it and checked out the diamonds and then put them back in the bag. "Pleasure doing business with you; lets not make it a habit." Bridget said. And she smiled a dangerous smile. Mr. Symthe looked at her at least Sanchez thought he did...damn
tinted glasses made it hard. After a moment Mr. Symthe said "I'll try." and he got up from a chair and and left taking his 'pit bulls' with him. Bridget waited a few minutes then she and Sanchez ran a scan for "Bugs" and anyother spywear and found at least 10(she crushed them and put the remains in the gabage...this was after she checked for any new circuity). She then took her body armor off but kept
her double-shoulder holster and set the lock bars in place so they would have to crash the door. That being the case settled in for the evening...and low and behold
they now had electricity now... New York City was a tough old lady and would come back better for it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 11:51 am
Bridget fenced her ill-gotten gains and became quite well off in doing so....she still
kept some of the diamonds just incase she needed to skip town. As the city had been cleaned up and people were returning Bridget made decent offers to buy to
buy the Brownstone from its' owner; a Mr. Scathington. He agreed to the terms and Bridget found herself the proud owner of the Brownstone....her next problem
was with the tenants. Bridget checked with a lawyer first then had a meeting of
the tenants to explain they would have to move because she was not going to keep the place an apartment building. People were not to happy about that but considering how practically ruined and that Bridget had found apartments where they could go to and pay rent equal to what they were paying now; they took the deal it took 90 days for everyone to vacate the Brownstone and then Bridget turned the Brownstone over to contractors and that meant lot and banging noises
and saws at work. Bridget got out her and Sanchez's 'equipment' and stashed them in a safe drop and got Hotel suites....they deserved it and they were paying cash up front. According to the contractors that it would take at least two months to get it done...three more than likely before she could move back in. She could handle that.
((back to the city))
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 11:21 am
Dessik stumbles in, "Where is she?" He walks further, suffering from one of his attacks holding his stomach. "My Vistau mate. Have you seen her?" Not actually talking to anyone at all. "I must finish the Equation. The Equation will bring us Sanctuary, deliverance, peace." He falls on the floor spead-eagled. Mumbling to himself. "Dae-Sik Faction must survive. It will carry us all on. To the future."
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 7:56 am
Sanchez took Bridget to the hidden stash and she opened up the med kit and pulled out a pneumatic syringe and attached a vial to it and injected herself with the vial's contents. "Well my friend we're going to have to get different type of ammo... seems Daemons control Central Park and our weapons are useless without the proper ammo. Make contact with Mr. Ricky and see what he has on special ammunition for Daemons.
Meanwhile the serum she injected herself with was already repairing the injuries from the fight and she would be in fighting trim in two days. Lets had home after hiding the stash again; then went back to the Hotel where they were staying at.
Bridget took a hot shower and settled in for the rest of the night.
((City))
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 8:53 am
Bridget and Sanchez drove up to the Brownstone and were amazed it the way it looked now. Sanchez parked the car and the both got out and walked up the stairs to the front door. the scanners were off line right now so the key worked and the doors opened and they walked thru them.
For the next hour or so they were getting the systems up and running and
marveling about the the house... Bridget gave thanks to the people stupid enough to leave the valuables behind(the flooding had knocked out most of the security leaving them wide open for anybody with skills).
"I'm going to rest now." said Bridget "Wake me when it gets dark." She then she flopped onto the bed. She was having that re-ocurring dream
again when Sanchez shook her awake and told her it was time. she got up and put on her working cloths and went down to the armory and pulled
out a pair of Glocs and and sawed off shot-gun she was packing 6 clips.
Sanchez picked up an assault rifle and one .45 caliber pistol with 6 clips for the pistol and 6 clips for the assault rifle.
(back to the city)
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