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 Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:17 pm
"Yes," said the elite with narrowed eyes as he listened to the tone in which this man spoke.
Already think you're hot stuff, hm?
He then pulled out a pocket knife. "Make no mistake about it, Ian. I don't give a damn if you have information or not. If you so much as make one suspicious move..." and he flicked open the blade in emphasis. "I'll personally dispose of you."
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:28 pm
Star eyed the blade warily, but held his ground, lowering the pitch of his voice, "You can call me Star. It'll be Executive Agent Star soon enough.. might be worth getting used to."
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:44 pm
Seth held his ground as well, openly glaring at the other man as he came closer with the blade, leaning in.
"You're not an executive yet, Ian."
With a single jerk of his arm, the blade cut through Star's bonds, freeing him. With that, Seth put the knife away and turned toward the exit to leave.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 4:42 pm
Frost's response got what came most naturally to 1337, a big ol' hearty laugh. "It's about time someone else around here grew a set of balls!" Despite how 1337 had been requesting the whole kit-and-kaboodle went with him for Kunai to inspect, he soon enough found himself patting a palm across the blonde's shoulders quite easily.
"...alright... gimme a moment to document what's here then..."
He paused in place, setting the whole set of objects down, bag and helmet, then quite casually touched a button on his left glove. He sat down firmly on his a** before he held up the helmet in front of his visor, as if looking it over, stating aloud "One helmet." He then set it down, then held up the bag. "One shoulder bag, black." In such a manner, he went through pretty much everything in the Galactic's possession, looking the objects over, labeling it, then setting it down. If he didn't know the name for something, he merely described it.
By the time he was done, the floor was littered with piles of the various pieces of clothing, gear, and "toys" as 1337 would continue to describe them. At the end of the procedure, he went to tap that button on his left glove again before gesturing widely at the whole thing in Frost's general direction.
"Take what ya want, Mr. Chilly! Even the black boxer-briefs... if ya really want them... I see ya eying them!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 4:54 pm
When Seth leaned toward him with the knife Star maintained his glare, but leaned away. When the knife jerked toward him he gave a little yelp and a jump. He remained frozen a moment then, blinking, realized his restraints had been cut. He tensed and straightened up with a snarl, "Perhaps not but I'd suggest you consider whether or not you want to be on my good side when I am!" Seth had already started walking away, so he was just shouting at the man's back.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 5:02 pm
Seth didn't satisfy Star with an answer. Instead he simply continued on his way out until the door snapped shut behind him. The elite growled a little under his breath, and looked up in time to see the arrival of the guards he had requested.
"He doesn't leave this room without an escort. And I want to be kept informed of his every move. But he is to be kept comfortable as per the boss's orders. So if he needs anything within reason, see to it."
"Sir!" the guards said with a salute before the both of them took up their posts on either side of Star's door.
With that, Seth decided to retreat to his office, brooding the entire way.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 11:25 am
Frost raised an eyebrow. Just one. "Well I am pleased you approve of my conduct." Ack! Sudden back-pat! Frost tensed slightly at the unexpected, unwelcome contact but relaxed again as 1337 started to scan things... well, as much as Frost ever relaxed in any case.
When the other agent had finished and spoke again Frost raised the other eyebrow too. "I assure you, I have no desire to touch the Galactic's clothing." He had no idea where it had been, when it had last been washed, or how it had been washed. The technology on the other hand, that he gathered up carefully and set off for the tech labs.
They hadn't found Xander.
They had found somebody who claimed to be able to locate him.
The sooner he could track down the spindly Galactic, or former Galactic, the happier he would be.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 11:47 am
Faleen took the time to talk to the other robotics, getting updates and filling them in.
They asked what they were supposed to do with the jet they had been monitoring for the last day, and Faleen took a moment to consider, her gaze slipping from the dismantled parts, to the engine sitting where they had left it.
"I'll get back to you on that." she told them, then glanced around "for now just make sure everything is still running okay, we don't want to start experiencing any problems before we can put her back together."
She nodded politely to them then turned, locating the blond haired mechanic and starting over to him.
"Agent Frost." she said to get his attention. "I suspect that with this new information we don't need to continue with our task, but I didn't wish to rob you of this opportunity to complete your investigation on the engines."
Anything they could learn would be great, and she hoped he would still want to add his findings to the galactic tech archives.
She finished speaking, and her eyes glanced across 1337 and the tech he was laying out.
She hesitated, eyes narrowing softly as she glanced them over.
She suspected that for the time that tech was going to be holding into them until they get news from higher up on what to do.
She looked back to Frost "Before we reassemble the jet." she finished.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:02 pm
As Frost left, 1337 was once again laughing. Like a scavenger taking the left overs of a larger Pokemon's kill, the hacker once more gathered the remaining possessions. Whether or not he was truly alone, he didn't hesitate to say "I ain't difficult when it comes t'conduct... if I gave a rattata's a**, I might'a tried to become an Elite by now." His laughter turned into a hearty snicker, since if anybody was around to hear it, they probably just had their mind's exploding at the mere thought of the hacker becoming anything more than an Agent.
1337 knew what he wanted, and leading or assisting to lead a criminal organization was not quite his style. Who the hell would want that sort of responsibility? With all of the lesser important pieces of 'Heels' belongings gathered back up into the black bag, the hacker proceeded out to find that shorty-short Elite. She'd want the full report and probably give him hell about Frost's interjection.
Not that he really cared. Kunai could yell at him all she wanted and he wouldn't care. It would just tickle him as pink as her hair.
He had plans for after that too, but that was his own personal project dealing with his two Porygon-Zs. If one passed the tall man as he walked down the hallway, they might have noticed how his fingers were steepled. Clearly, it was not a good sign for anybody else.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 5:29 am
While 1337 could laugh, Alba wasn't doing anything of the sort.
Everyone else had returned to their regular business when the helicopter had set its course back to base. Alba, however, had requested the maps to not be stowed away again just yet, and had retreated with the documents to a side meeting room that wasn't being used or in anyone's way. By the time the helicopter had returned with HQ's latest guest, there were already three empty cans of coffee placed randomly on the conference table, and two unopened cans were being used to hold down the edges of a Hoenn map. Spook had even gotten out and left at one point, only to return with the pill bottle of her human's pain medications.
"What have I missed, Spook?" the grunt muttered, resting his forehead heavily on his right hand palm. "How can people notice a cloud of smoke in the distance, but not a giant, black airship overhead?" Spook, of course, did not know the answer to this, and so she stayed quiet at the opposite corner of the table.
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