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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:17 pm
Shee nodded to Lokiari, running her eyes down the length of the tube she had just inserted into Einar's arm. They could buy some time by transferring blood to Einar, but it did not help with the virus Einar had said had been released into him. Shee didn't know much about viruses; she did know that they were not an easy thing to deal with. Hopefully they would find something, anything, that would help.
Tearing open the packaging ensconcing a sterile syringe, Shee prepared her own catheter and rubbed Abel's arm with cotton and chlorhexidine one more time before she hesitated slightly.
"Abel, if you would like to turn away... maybe tell Hyo not to look?"
She felt she'd given them fair warning, so she placed her own hand on Abel's arm, trying to make sure no one noticed her shaking ever so slightly, and bit her lip as the needle found it's mark.
The page from Shee had made him drop the papers, so that they slid across his lap and fanned out across the floor in silence as he stood up suddenly. He pulled his pager out in one fluid movement, and noted with relief that it was code red. Still... it was serious.
The atrium was full of people, more so than he thought he had ever seen. His eyes flicked over the recruits huddled into groups. There was a palpable tension filling the room, snaking up the vaulted walls and coating the domes of the ceiling. Shee was in the middle of the atrium, bending over the new Frenchman, Abel. But it wasn't him. Einar.
His eyes met Shee's; a feeling of dread washed over him as he saw the look on her face. But she shook her head, telling him no. He let out breath he hadn't known he was holding. She seemed to be doing fine with Einar, however, and appeared to have help in the form of Lokiari. Wraith was hit by the thought that maybe it had not been Shee who had paged him.
"What is going on?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:37 pm
Audun set down the radio transmitter after he flicked the switch off, his mouth opening to release a ragged yawn that sounded like a combination of a groan and an animal roar. It pierced the silence of the dead town around him, and he idly kicked over a piece of rubble that rested at his foot as he scanned his surroundings. It too echoed against the silence, though it wasn't nearly as loud as the sounds the Norwegian man had made, and soon it was faded and forgotten.
He didn't really know what time it was, the sun was up at least, and he stretched his arms over his head and around until he could feel their joints pop and relax. The motion was repeated with his legs, and then just his back in general, and when Audun was finally feeling limber enough to get moving he could only grin as a few steps were taken.
The glove had been thrown down, he'd told them where he was. Part of him didn't understand why he'd done it, there was no need for them to come out here since he sort of wanted Einar to die anyway, but part of him still held somewhat of a faint hope that they would give the blond Norwegian back to him. Audun was missing Einar something fierce, but it was really unmanly to admit it, so he kept it to himself. For now.
"From what Einar has told me in one of his few letters, there aren't that many residing in the compound. Granted he hasn't written me in a while and more people may have appeared, but I wager they can't have more then ten or twelve."
The young man bent down and cleared some of the dirt on the muddy ground, making a smooth spot, and he used his finger to scratch twelve neat lines. He seemed to be thinking about it, and he smiled.
"If they are going to be keeping Einar there, they will need at least four people to properly care for him, which leaves me with eight. I seriously doubt they would send more than six after me, but I will have to make myself prepared."
Audun crossed off some of the lines as he did his calculations, then he slowly rose to his feet and dusted off his knees. He hadn't been kneeling, merely squatting, but it was a habit of his to do this motion.
He knew what needed to be done before the others arrived, and he estimated it would be somewhere between six to seven hours, should his relative idea of where LOTUS was located be correct. The model plane Einar had been flying was so old and out of date he didn't think he recognized it (he'd need a book to do so) so he assumed that if where Einar had come from could have such an old plane, surely they would have something better as well.
Silently Audun went about his business, moving items here and there and placing them in specific locations. There were traps being laid, without a doubt, and he chuckled to himself as he finished setting up one that was guaranteed to leave someone feeling very lucky...if they survived.
"Oiyo~ Oiyo~ Come and get me...~!"
THE METAPLOT HAS NOW MOVED TO WHERE ACTIONS WILL BE OCCURRING IN BOTH POLAND AND IN THE LOTUS COMPOUND.
THE FLIGHT TO WHERE AUDUN IS LOCATED TAKES SEVEN HOURS.
COMMUNICATIONS BETWEEN THE TEAM CAN BE OBTAINED IF SOMEONE HAS BROUGHT ALONG A RADIO.
Good Luck.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:04 am
CAPTURE AUDUN TEAM
With the queasy moment of take off over Mokoyis relaxed back against her seat. Seven hours, how many were left? Math was never her strong point, possibly because she had never gone to school. But if Einar had twenty one hours left when they left, then he would have 14 hours by the time the landed she counted silently on her fingers. Which left seven hours to look and seven to get home. Make that six to look- any longer and Einar would die before they actually got the antidote in him.
She hoped the research team would be a little faster than that. Maybe they would find the answer before her small group landed- then all they had to worry about would be capturing the crazy man and getting some answers.
Shifting uncomfortably in the clothing she had worn- she always felt a bit odd in synthetic material- she turned to the others, including Rodney in her glance, though he would probably miss it in his plane flying concentration.
"We need a bit of a plan. If only so we all don't run out and do different things once we land."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 1:27 pm
Capture Audun Team
Eponine didn't know what she would have done if the plane was the same model as the Theater's shuttles.
The robot girl slowly turned around a small, round loaf of bread in her hands. Estrelas had shoved it, still-warm, into her hands and yelled something desperate in Portuguese before they left. Eponine hadn't understood a word, but it seemed like something a 15th century woman would do before sending her sweetheart off to war. To conserve energy, Eponine had shut down her noncrucial body-heat systems, so her skin was as cold as plastic. The little loaf was comfortingly warm. Still, what could she do with it? Eponine couldn't eat it. And she didn't think that it would be much use a projectile weapon. She tucked the little loaf into her coat, in a pocket above her heart (aka terminal processes monitor).
She settled quietly on the seats, surveying the group and weighing up their strengths and weaknesses. Eponine assumed that this Audun person was a soldier. So he would have military training- but from which century? Einar had already told them that Audun was a clever fellow and not easily-fooled. There would probably be defenses- what kind? Perhaps a big obvious spiked barricade. Perhaps little incapacitating traps hidden around. Would he have access to military resources? If not, then would the traps be simpler and crude? Perhaps if they sent her in first, as a walker in a mine field sort of person... Or maybe not.
Eponine was mostly concerned about Lai. She recalled someone asking earlier about whether or not Lai's close relation to Einar would skew his judgment. That was a recurring theme in musicals- Man abandons mission or blows cover to save Girl. But then again, although she hadn't met him before, the young man Lai seemed a even-minded and balanced fellow. Maybe there wasn't anything to worry about.
She looked around and tried to see everyone else in the party. In the business back at the headquarters, she had forgotten who else was on board.
Eponine jumped a bit when Mokoyis spoke. The native woman was wearing clothes different from the ones she normally wore and seemed slightly uncomfortable in them.
"A plan?" Eponine asked quietly. "Will we try to negotiate? If he sees that Einar is not here, will he destroy the.. .The... The cure?" she asked nervously. She thought her voice was awfully thin and quiet in the silence without Estrelas' loud laughing to bolster it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 3:03 pm
CAPTURE AUDUN TEAM
Lai was sitting calmly in his seat, any airsickness that normally would have had him slouching and with his eyes shut not around, suppressed by raw nerves that were making the otherwise solemn looking Russian's hands tremble. He was nipping on his bottom lip, his mind a flurry of what would be waiting for the group aboard the plane and how best to capture the man who was causing Einar so much pain. Between his feet was a smallish leather bag that had come from his room. Lai had made sure to run to his room to get it when the team went for supplies and he had grabbed what he figured he would need from his room and from the kitchen. Its contents included several medium size spools of thread, a pin cushion stuffed with needles, rubber bands, a length of red but jagged cut cloth, some food and water, a small tool kit, a claw hammer, a kite that wasn't put together, and three different but long bladed knives wrapped up in a dishtowel (so he wouldn't cut himself if he reached into the bag).
In the back of his head he was thanking his cousin for a handful of the items in the bag, namely the tool kit, hammer, and the kite. The latter object had been brought along when the Russian had the idea that it could be used as a distraction. The diamond shaped cloth was a very dark color and might buy the group some time to flee or get into a position for an ambush, so it was packed. Lai wasn't much of a fighter, but he was also trying hard to recall Sasha's "lessons" about fist fighting. Those might come in handy but he did hope someone had a gun with them.
'Never bring a knife to a gun fight'. But I must...
Like Eponine, Lai jumped as he was brought out of his thoughts by Mokoyis' voice. He turned his head first, then his entire top half to view the woman sitting nearby. His eyes went to Eponine as the small woman spoke up and he shook his head.
"I do not know, Miss, but I think we should all prepare for a fight. Did anyone else bring weapons amongst their supplies?" He reached down, grabbed his bag, and held it up for a moment before resting it on his lap. "Hopefully a gun or some form of long-range weaponry like a bow..."
DAMMIT! He now knew what he should have brought, even if his aim sucked horribly and he was still wary about that sort of weapon since the accident in the Training Facility. His hand automatically reached up and brushed past the scar beneath his right eye as the memory came to him, but it quickly fell down and rested on the bag in his lap.
"I think we should form something of a plan, though like Einar stated, this man does not follow a plan and in unpredictable." He paused, his ideas coming back. "Like what comrade Rodney said earlier about it being like hunting, I am more of a fisherman myself but, we should probably put it into our minds that there may in fact be traps waiting for us. I highly doubt this Audun will just wait for us with open arms and let himself be taken."
Shifting a little, he felt a small pop in his back and felt better, the position putting a bit of strain on it. There, now he could better see those in the plane, even Rodney sitting in the cockpit. He cleared his throat a bit before going on.
"At first we should stay together, get a feel for the land and continue to formulate if this plan talk falls through. Um..." He paused again, thinking. "Did anyone bring radios with them? So we can keep in touch with each other should we be separated, plus keep in contact with the research team back home. Hopefully they will find the antidote amongst the books...But...If we still go with an ambush, I think we should remain within relative distance with one another. Not too far, just in case someone needs help it will not take long for another to reach them. Safety in numbers, you know?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 4:05 pm
CAPTURE AUDUN TEAM
Take off had been tricky. It had been some time since Rodney had handled one of the planes - and while he insisted it was like riding a bicycle, there had not been a doubt within him that it had been sloppier than necessary. They were in the air, though, and it was a sailing cruise. Seven hours. It would take them seven long hours to finally reach the city, and seven long hours to make it back. Time certainly wasn't a favorable mistress. It had seemed so dire that Rodney had forgotten to bring anything of real use. He had simply grabbed his coat and boots, and the more he thought, the more he regretted the rush.
He had shifted for a moment within the cockpit. Focus! It seemed a foreign entity now that they were on their way. They were heading straight into dangerous territory. Who knew what would await them. The radio transmission that had surrendered the coordinates were expecting, and that had been a far cry from what Rodney had secretly wished when blathering. How would they catch an expecting individual off guard? They could bide time, but there was only so much time.
Like the others, Rodney, too, had jumped at the sound of a voice. He had paused for a moment, briefly glancing back from the cockpit before returning to his focus. The break in silence was a wonderful thing. Silence was unnerving, and the little bit of chatter regarding a plan had eased him over a little bit at the very least.
"I think that sounds good. It'd be really bad if someone got caught alone." And terrifying. Rodney could feel his arms shiver at the thought of being caught alone - of anyone being caught alone. He had tightened, inhaling a staggering breath. Focus, focus.
"Maybe we could pair off into groups of two?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 6:04 pm
RESEARCH TEAM
Still watching the puddle of blood from the Norwegian, Del didn't know whether to feel nauseous, dizzy, or worried. She was filled with a melting pot of mixed emotions and whenever she tried to direct herself on one emotion, another would take its place. Sighing to calm her stomach down for a moment, she moved herself over towards the vicinity of Einar. Watching him bleed reminded her of her cousin back in Mongolia. Even though it was a distant memory, Del could still remember. She held the same position after her birth and there was a large quantity of blood along with such. Hell, Einar was as stubborn as her when she was in the process of birthing the baby. Del stifled a laugh at the thought. This was not a moment for one to be comical, but the thought just seemed to bring a brief smile to her face.
Taking a seat upon the floor to watch the process of blood being taken from Abel, Del turned her attention back to the wounded Einar. Worry arose in her more. Was there a chance he was going to die? She didn't want to think about it. The future shadowed away the truth in a dark veil of cloudy atmosphere. Del was not going to venture onwards for it. Rather, she was going to listen to her thoughts. Assist. That is what she had to do.
Picking herself up from her cross-legged stance from the floor, she ventured over to Einar. Del didn't know what to ask. Referring back to the memory of her birthing cousin, Del remembered when she asked her cousin a question, her cousin threw a plethora of Mongolian slurs at her. Del was quite shaken up from the experience, even though her relative only said such things due to the pain. She was positive Einar was in pain and was too frightened to ask him anything as she didn't want any verbal assaults. Her fear caught her first as she began to back away. Maybe she could let someone else...? No. A final voice in her spoke up and she ushered down the terrible feeling inside her. Clutching her hands to a folded stance on her abdomen, Del spoke up to Einar, "What h-home like?"
It was probably the most idiotic questions to ask during the current event. But Del thought that if she was able to start conversation, he might feel more comfortable.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 6:30 pm
CAPTURE AUDIN TEAM
Mokoyis smiled at Eponine. "I don't think we want him to see us right away. It's pretty apparent Einar isn't with us. I think this man will shoot first, ask us questions afterwards. Breaking up into groups sounds like a good idea."
She glanced at Rodney, "If you will head one, I will head the other. One group of two, another of three." She shifted the bundle at her feet. "Or two groups of two and someone stays near the plane and the radio. I didn't think to bring more. I did bring my bow though." She flushed slightly under her dark skin and picked up the straight piece of wood. She had wondered if she should bring it- the weapon was obviously very old fashioned.
Her mind was racing, trying to come up with even an outline for a plan- it wasn't working. That scared her more than anything else.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 7:02 pm
RESEARCH TEAM...SHE THINKS
It didn't take long before Lokiari got frustrated with the fact the man with the clipboard just rushed off without even responding to her, although she had a feeling he'd meant to ask some questions because he looked like he had something to say...someone had called him off to prep the plane for take off and he'd immediately gone off to do just that. With a frustrated sigh she stalked back off towards Einar to see if there was anything that she could do to help Shee out.
Unfortunately for Wraith, she managed to come within hearing distance just in time to hear him ask what was going on. Without giving Shee the opportunity to respond, she responded to his question in a voice that stated she was quite frustrated with events, but wasn't going to tell him why because she was in the mood to take it out on someone and he just happened to be it. Even if he were to ask why she was furious, she'd probably just give him a flippant answer, because that was just the mood she was in. Lokiari flicked her eyes towards Einar before shrugging, "He was shot with a bullet he called "NK-VB2", says he needs salt water and blood," with that she gestured towards Shee and the Frenchman, "which Shee is doing right now. And he also said that there is no cure for it. Several of the others have gone off to search for some guy named "Audun"."
Once again she paused before kneeling down next to Einar, sanitizing her hands, and putting new gloves on, "I believe Mokoyis paged you, though I don't think she thought she'd be gone so quick. No one knows where to start and she must have figured you'd be the best person to 'herd the sheep'." The look she gave the man would have melted a marble statue before she promptly picked up one of the saline IV bags that Shee had brought with her, "Since he needs salt water, I'm going to give it to him through his IV. Its better than letting him choke by drinking it himself." Of course, what she really wanted to do was rub some salt in the dying man's wounds, or kick Wraith for taking such an infinitely long time to arrive - and for having no idea what was going on. As well as for the fact that no one seemed to know what they were doing or really care that they didn't. But she didn't, instead, she just kept an icy tone while she spoke to him and kept her back turned to him when she could.
With quick hands she hooked the IV up to the PICC line before standing up and handing the bag to Wraith. "Do something useful, will you? Hold this near your head so it drips into his veins. Don't squeeze the bag, just hold it." That accomplished, she turned her unhappy aura towards Shee, "Since I set up a saline drip on Einar, would you like a second IV set up on him for when you do the transfusion, or would you rather we just stop the IV and you use the PICC line instead?" Her voice was flat and unhappy, but she didn't really care that neither Shee nor Wraith deserved it. It was that priest and the others who ignored her and ran around like chickens with their heads cut off that really deserved it, but they weren't available for her to glower at, so she went with what she did have. Two innocents.
Hopefully she wouldn't tick her boss off so much she got fired though at the moment she wasn't completely sure she'd care even if she did.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 7:04 pm
Team Audun
Eponine's programming did not consist of flexible planning. She looked down when Mokoyis looked at her.
"We separate into groups, then we can route him off, perhaps? Would he flee?" Wow, this was more than she said outloud in public for an entire week! Something clicked in her mind- a performance of Old Trail...
"Would he run away? If we surrounded him and cut off all his escape routes, could we force him to give us the cure?"
But if anything, real life didn't work like musicals.
"Err, nevermind. Could he possibly destroy the cure before we got to it?" Eponine shifted in her seat. She wondered if there were any seat belts she should put on, then thought about the military-based musicals she had watched... Of course mostly they dealt with drama and love and brotherhood, not actual military maneuvers. But she could try. "He'd be in a spot where he could easily..." She stopped. What was the term.. "A defensible position?" she hazarded, hoping that maybe that would strike a spark in one of her other comrades. "Where he could fire out at us but we can't get to him, I mean?" She flushed. She didn't even know what she was saying, but that's what the lines read.
Research Team (Support)
Estrelas' stirred harshly, nearly spilling the soup. Steam condensed on her face and ran along her cheekbones.
She considered waking up Angel- it was... Too.. Quiet in the kitchen. This state of matters was previously unknown to any room containing one Estrelas.
When the soup was done, she bought it up in little bowls with bread to where they put Einar, where Lokiari, Del, Abel, and the others were.
"Soup," she said simply, going around and placing a set next to everyone, out of spilling reach. "You eat soup, it make strong?" As it sloshed, the liquid parted, revealing all sorts of animal parts normally not seen in the light of the sun. "You, all, eat soup?" she asked hopefully.
She reached Lokiari and noticed that the woman seemed rather... Rather... Not-cheerful. She also looked busy, so Estrelas set a bowl a distance away so that it wouldn't get in the way.
"Soup," she said, rather less talkative and more quiet than normal.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:21 am
RESEARCH TEAM
Well, that's done.
They had already divided into their groups, the survellaince group having already taken off. While the research team was on terra firma, trying to figure out what to do.
They could start by eating the soup that Estrelas had bought. And preferably bringing it to somewhere where they can actually work.
Then again, if it were in the library for example, someone would spill it...and then there was probably hell to pay. No, better to either eat it now or later. Johannes decided to act on the latter -- though he appreciated the thought of Estrelas making food.
"Thank you, Ms. Alvares" answered Johannes, "but I think I will eat it later." He smiled timidly --this really wasn't a good time for 'happy smiles'-- and continued: "We should really start working now." "We volunteered to help Einar, not to stand here and wait to see what we will do."
"Unless you would like additonal help with taking care of Einar", said Johannes as he looked towards Lokiari's, Shee's direction and noticing Del over there as well "some of us should be heading off quickly to the library."
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 12:07 pm
RESEARCH TEAM
Archer saw the boy with the hat leaving and nodded to Estrelas as well. "Thank you, Miss Estrelas. But I think I will join..." He tried to think of the recruit's name but nothing came up, so he nodded in his direction, "The young man in researching. I am most glad to know that if I need food I shall have it available though." Bowing briefly, he looked at the other member of the research team. "An excellent idea, Mr....? Shall we head off?" he asked. The sooner they could start looking for something useful, the better.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:41 pm
RESEARCH TEAM
Wraith looked at Lokiari incredulously. He took the bag, still staring at the Norwegian woman, and lifted it up so it was near his head. That had been... unexpected. Usually he was the sarcastic, degrading one. He didn't think he liked this role reversal too much, and made a mental note to make sure Lokiari knew it when this was over.
Shee shook her head, trying to think and oblivious to Lokiari's tone. "I think one IV... Einar's body is under a lot of stress already. Unless..." She was on edge in Wraith's presence, and had lost her focus. It was much harder to ignore the obvious when he was just standing there. She slowly eased the tube out of Abel's arm and replaced it with a cotton ball, pressing down hard. "Abel, hold this here." She made to grab the hand that was not already entwined with Hyo's to put it over the cotton.
Wraith looked sideways around the IV bag he was holding up towards Johannes and Archer. People in emotional trauma made messes of things; he knew this from experience. "Wait-- I'll come with you." He looked around for Lokiari, about to open his mouth to ask him who to hand off the bag to, before he thought better of the idea and simply motioned to Hyo, who didn't appear to be too busy, to come over to where he was standing. "Hyo. Help."
When Hyo reached him, much to the apparent chagrin of Abel, Wraith noted, he handed the Korean the bag and moved Hyo's arms up so the bag was where Lokiari had wanted it. With what he hoped was a look that said, 'if you move, I'll kill you', he strode off in the direction of the library, not bothering to check if Johannes and Archer were following.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 10:36 pm
Though she felt a little awkward when Estrelas meekly delivered the soup to her, she kept her sullen stare straight ahead, annoyed at all of the recruits and fully desiring to give Wraith a piece of her mind. A piece she was fairly certain would get her kicked out and that was a thought that made her keep her mouth shut. She'd joined LOTUS to get away from the frenzy of getting rid of 'traitors' or people that weren't 'good enough', not to find a new home and be dropped out of it again. Quietly, before Estrelas got too far away, Lokiari muttered a quick thanks her way. It was the least she could do, the woman was trying her hardest to help out with the skills she had to offer.
Since she'd turned away quickly from Wraith, she had missed the look of incredulity with which he gazed upon her, and had she caught a glimpse of it, would have considered herself lucky to have moved from the brunt of it. As it was, she had a funny, itchy feeling at her back that said he was probably giving her the Look of Doom. Quickly, though, the woman returned her attention to Shee when she spoke, only to have her 'superior' trail off and go on to someone else, so she wound up just sighing and shaking her head instead. When she heard Wraith start to speak, she almost turned to look at him, but decided against it. She knew better than to snap at her superiors, and she had...so she fully expected to be reprimanded as soon as this situation was over. If not before.
Oh well. Hopefully he'd just yell and gesture a lot and she'd escape without any restrictions. She could hope, at least.
When she noticed that Hyo was now holding the IV bag, she prayed he understood English well enough to stand just like he'd been told to. At least for now so that she didn't have to worry about the drip slowing.
Now, what else could she do...?
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:33 am
(KINDASORTANOTREALLYBUTCLOSE) RESEARCH TEAM  Hyo didn't like the idea of letting Abel's hand that much (to his surprise), but he did what was expected of him. the important person called him over, so with an apologetic smile towards the boy, and a quick, soft squeeze on his hand (much to daring - but he didn't leave himself time to think), he finally let do, stood up, and went to where he was needed. And when the weird bag was pushed into his arms, he didn't really know what to do with her at first. But when his arms were moved higher, he understood. Well, at least he hoped. "I this here keep yes? No low, no high, this?" The position wasn't very comfortable for his arms, but he could change it a bit, he hoped. A small shift of the legs, a tiny move on the chest, and the bag was forcing itself more on his whole body, and not only the arms. This should do. At least he'll do something useful now, instead of simply looking at the person dying...
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