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| A Close Call | |
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| Topic Started: May 13 2009, 01:34 PM (60 Views) | |
| Takeda | May 13 2009, 01:34 PM Post #1 |
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It was raining that day as well. Juda noted as his dimly glowing eyes surveyed the work being done. His men had begun collecting materials from the separate Iscariot installations in order to prep it for transport to Nibelheim. The construction zone was a simple enough choice for this operation. Although he had even told the public in several speeches the contrary, the zone hadn't actually seen work in years. It was mostly a den for those who didn't want to be found, even by Shin-ra. The rain had made his thick brown hair darker and damp. His heavy coat felt heavier as well. He brought his wrist close to his face, checking the time on his watch. "On schedule." He muttered. He took a deep breath, feeling the rejuvenating energies of the life-stream pass through him. It felt good to relax once in a while. Though he'd much rather be spending this time with Ameila. It irked him slightly that she had declined his invitation to dinner. Several of his troops were stationed around the area, keeping a close eye out. One had recently messaged him with a report that he saw a figure moving through the area. He hadn't heard from him yet but supposedly it wasn't an animal. Juda didn't mind either way. Most of the equipment he was moving could easily be covered up and the person brainwashed. However, if it was a trained spy there might be problems. He turned on his heel and walked toward one of the troops standing nearby, his thick soles clicking against the concrete. "Report." He ordered. "Master, most of the cargo has been loaded, including the construction equipment you requested." the man paused. "No word from Simmons though, I'll try contacting him again." He paused and tapped the comlink on his collar. "Simmons? Simmons? You spot it yet?" He paused, listening, then turned to Juda shaking his head. "He says that the target has eluded capture, he's returning to his post." Juda sighed. "It doesn't matter, we'll be done and out of here in no time." He reached his hand into his coat pocket, feeling the gauntlet clamp onto him, servos whirring as they sprung to life. Couldn't be too careful though. He took another drawing breath and then resumed his monitoring of the operation. |
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| Haine | May 13 2009, 02:49 PM Post #2 |
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Chloe was out and about tonight. She was sick of being beneath the plate all the time, she'd only been up from there twice since the incident and both times she'd been called in to work because they were short handed on guard duties. Her medical leave was almost up. She was wearing a pair of dark jeans that held tight around her hips but widened out as they went further down along with a white stomachless tank top and a black leather jacket with a wide collar that fell to the backs of her knees, Her gun and knife were both sheathed within her coat easily at reach. She’d been nothing but enclosed recently and she’d been getting claustrophobic , she’d needed outside air. So she’d decided to go to the most open area above the plate. The construction area. There was bound to be less people there and it wasn’t off limits, well maybe to non Shin-Ra employees it was at this time of night but for her it wasn’t.It had begun to rain as she approached the area but she didn’t mind and she moved running gracefully enjoying the rain as it landed on her skin. But as she’d entered the construction area she noticed a heartbeat, There weren’t supposed to be any guards here. She quickly followed it back to the source and found an able looking man dressed in a Sentry uniform, but it was all wrong. The colors were all different but followed similar scheme. Undercover? She didn’t think so. She went forward and grabbed the man putting her knife to his throat. “Why are you here? “ She asked calmly. “I….” He started before a burst of static cut him off. ‘Simmons, Come in?’ What’s the update on the target?’ The radio hissed. “Get it. Tell them everything is fine. One wrong word and I’ll kill you in way you can’t imagine.” As she spoke her silvery eyes seemed to brighten and the man complied his own eyes wide behind his goggles “This is Simmons, No sign of it. I’m returning to my post.” He spoke into the radio. After he was done Chloe calmly drew her gun and put it to the back of his head. “Now take me to where your boss is. “She told him She followed Simmons slowly for awhile until she felt more heartbeats, At least six of them and more close by. She clubbed he man in the back of the head and didn’t watch him go down. She hid behind a storage container and peered out at the source of the heartbeats. There were a few more uniformed men , She couldn’t tell if they were armed and she looked hastily among them for their leader……There. The one dressed expensively. That had to be him. She slowly got out of position and snuck towards him getting out her Sentry ID as she did. She got about twenty feet away and stopped. “Hold it!” She said pointing it at the well dressed man. “Stay where you are and tell me what you’re doing here” She said her voice still calm, Her rain soaked hair was straight and didn’t obscure her misted silver eyes as she stared at him |
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| Takeda | May 13 2009, 03:13 PM Post #3 |
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Juda's heart skipped a beat. He turned on his heel and faced the pest. It was a young woman, rather underdressed for the weather. He paused and glanced at her hand, she was holding a Sentry-badge. The police. Please. He chuckled a bit. "I think the better question is, what are you doing here out of regulation uniform, waving around your badge like that." He laughed. He glanced at one of his troopers, he rushed over to Juda. "Executive London, shall I have her escorted out?" He asked aloud. Juda eyed her carefully, not moving himself. "Lets wait and see what she does and if she figures out what type of situation she's in." The Head of Public relations mused to himself. The girl obviously didn't know the situation at all. And she was obviously such a low rank even amongst Sentry to not know his face. If she caused trouble he could simply have her dishonorably discharged from the organization. Or he could kill her on the spot. Musing inwardly he glanced over at some of the men who had been moving equipment, they had stopped. "Resume your duties." He said flatly. Juda put one arm behind his back in a kind of noble pose, the other hand in his pocket his gauntlet now completely attached. His glowing silver eyes narrowed as he watched her movements, though his face kept a pleasant smile and his body a relaxed demeanor. People often noticed that Juda was very disarming. He always seemed to have a good humor about him despite his mind constantly working new angles on a situation. This time was no different, and if the situation degraded to violence, it would be just as good... wait. He took a look at the side of her neck, the cross emblazoned there. Interesting... this was the girl the parasite told him about. VERY interesting. |
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| Haine | May 13 2009, 10:17 PM Post #4 |
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Chloe watched the men as they spoke and grew impatient, her face remained calm even as she pulled the trigger causing a small metal bucket to flip onto its side not two feet from the guards legs. The man seemed.....Strange. She knew what it was, she knew part part of it anyway. His eyes. There were like the womans had been, like hers where now. There were minor differences of course. Her eyes had been blood red and Chloe's eyes were coated with a silvery metallic color over her entire eye hiding the pupil and iris from sight. Juda's was somewhere in between and didn't have the terrifying effect the other two had. They were......calming. She couldn't think of another way to describe it. they werent the cold color of liquid silver like hers but they seemed alive. For some reason that angered her. Almost as much as the smug confidence the man had when she was pointing a gun at him."I told you to stay where you were." She said sternly. Who the hell was this guy? "One more move and i'm going to put a bullet in you" She told him. Ther wasn't any bravado in her voice, it was quiet and controlled. "Now tell me what you're doing with that?" she said pointing at the equipment that was being moved. She had a sneaking suspicion it would have been better to leave this alone. But how could she do that?She noticed the mans heartbeat hadn't increeased at all, even with a gun aimed at him. She felt her own heartrate increase slightly as a little adrenaline leaked into her system .One way or the other there was no way this was going to turn out well...... Edited by Haine, May 15 2009, 07:28 AM.
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| Takeda | Jun 11 2009, 10:12 PM Post #5 |
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Juda's eyes narrowed Irritably. This woman was getting a bit to nosy. It may be time to exert his authority. Then again, though Shin-ra didn't pay too much heed to its executives and their private activities it would be bad for his reputation if his actions were revealed. His glowing silver eyes narrowed and he looked her over. He decided it would be easier to give her at least half the facts. "I am an official in Shin-ra, and you are for one, trespassing." He paused and looked her square in the eyes. A dominant pose, very dominant. "Another is that this is a Shin-ra operation, and interrupting it is cause for arrest." He grinned, his thick wet black hair dropping to the bridge of his nose. His men, brainwashed and almost cult like as they were kept a close eye on her, but never once stopped working. His plans depended on transporting these supplies to Nibelheim on schedule, before Shin-ra decided to gut the old Reactor there. Iscariot was not an organization you trifled with. No... no one knew of its existance that wasn't a member. Or wasn't under Iscariots thumb. No one slips away, there are no loose ends, everything is neat, tidy and efficient. This woman was a loose end, and Loose ends... he glanced over at his Lieutenant. "Loose ends get cut Lieutenant." The man nodded subserviently. "Of course master." |
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